Damn, I thought he was just a fictional character made to let people know that we should grow up one day.
kinda weird to see him in a room I recently just woke up in.
"you know, usually people talk a certain way here, but you talk funny, haha!"
"I...
Literally what the fuck am I supposed to say to that?
"Like as a friend?"
"No its much more than a friend, I've never felt this way around anyone before"
I finally remove his hand off my face and take a breath.
"Maybe what you're feelin' is brotherhood, being a brother is more than just a friend right? We can be family"
I try to reason and divert the situation. He's just a kid who only knows how to be a childish narcissist, hell there COULD be a possibility he's confusing his feelings, right?
Peter backs away a little and does a thinking pose.
"Mmm family huh? That is more than a friend.."
Yeah yeah yeah!
"Though instead of brothers I feel we are more like mother and father! The Indians have a ritual for mothers and fathers, what was that word again? mirage??"
NO NO NO NO
AND ITS NATIVE AMERICAN NOT INDIAN PETER
"Firstly, they are called native Americans Peter, not Indians, that's not a right word to call them"
Peter looks confused
"But I don't care? They are grown ups, I can call them whatever I want"
....
Sighs, this ugly bitch-
"Secondly, I see you as my brother okay? Nothin' else, pay more attention to those mermaids or tiger lily when it comes to that mother father stuff"
I reject him while crossing my arms.
He looked hurt by my words, as if he didn't expect me to refuse his feelings and not return them.
"But.. don't you like me too? All the praises, how cool and amazing I am? You don't feel the same as me?.."
..... should I tell him? 👀🧍
Oh how much I wanna tell him to go cry about it but I know that will make things worse.
"Sometimes I.. exaggerate.. a little. I do think you're cool (not) your my cool brother"
I yelp when Peter grips my shoulders
"I can be more than a brother! I'll make you feel the same way, give me a chance, please!"
I wince, can he stop touching me!?
"P-Peter, I-I only like girls. You're a boy.. I literally can't feel the same way"
I lie, trying my best to get him to stop.
Peter freezes,
"Only girls.. huh?.."
I nod,
He frowns,
"Like.. Amelia?..."
Amelia??
"Yeah?.."
Amelia IS a girl, half fish yes, but still a girl.
"She's like my best friend, but this isn't about her- ouch! Peter can you let go?"
I try to pull away Peter's tight grip on me. He finally let's go and turns away from me.
"You're my only brother in this world, only you, isn't that enough?"
I ask hopefully, I can only see his back, not his expression.
While waiting for an answer I realized how I only received silence.
"Peter?"
I call out
"Sorry Zayn, I... I'm going to go now, we can talk more later"
Without ever looking back he flies away.
I breathe a sigh of relief, well that went well.. not.
Though I'm glad he's gone, probably to sort out his feelings or whatever.
I did reject him after all, we probably still have to talk more which I'm dreading. I just want to leave this place now, but I'm a little hesitant.
I don't think about Peter anymore, or what he's doing. I got more on my plate than trying to deal with that boy.
Got to go see the lost boys/Wendy and got a croc to kill too. I made a deal, can't break it.
