"It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting."
~ Paulo Coelho, Alchemist
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Alice's P.O.V
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I wake up to something poking me in the cheek.
"Wake up."
I turn my head to the left, smiling when I see Cassie. "Good morning, Cas. Are you feeling better?"
He nods his head enthusiastically. "Much bwetter!"
"Is Peter still sleeping?" I ask, rubbing my eyes. I pull the blanket up so that it reaches my shoulders.
"Yup."
"Do you wanna mess with him?" I ask, grinning.
Cassie nods, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"We have to be very quiet, alright?"
"Okay."
I snuffle to the edge of the bed, slowly and carefully crawling towards the brunette, stopping every now and then to make sure that he doesn't wake up.
I gesture for Cassie to do the same. I wait until the both of us are next to Peter then begin telling Cassie my plan.
"On three, okay?" I say, my voice no louder than a whisper.
Cassie places his little hands over his mouth, stifling a laugh. "Okay."
"One..." I whisper. "Two... Three!"
Cassie and I push Peter off the edge at the count of three.
Peter falls off the bed, bringing the blacket along with him. He wakes up with a start. Cassie and I laugh out loud, clutching our sides. The sound of my laughter seems foreign to me after what I've been through. Peter gets up from the floor, anger evident on his face. The expression is quickly wiped off his face when he sees Cassie and I.
He chuckles. "Oh, so you wanna play, don't you?"
"Well, then," Peter says, smirking. "Let's play."
He tackles the two of us and starts tickling me. I squeal, trying to get away from him, but Peter has other ideas. He crawls on top of me, straddling me. I squirm under him, laughing. The sound of Cassie's laughter tells me that he isn't spared from this punishment.
Peter tickles Cassie with his right hand, saving his left hand, his dominant hand, for me.
"S-Stop it, Peter! I c-c-can't b-breathe."
"M-M-Me t-too," Cassie squeals.
"Not until the both of you apologise," Peter replies.
Cassie is the first to break. "S-sworry."
Peter stops tickling Cassie, turning his attention to me.
"Your turn, love," he says husky. His breath sending shivers down my spine.
I shake my head. "No. I won't say it."
He shakes his head and resumes tickling me. I shriek, jerking my body as he tickles my sides. "S-stop! Stop!"
"Not until you say you're sorry."
I shut my mouth, refusing to give in.
"I can do this all day, love," Peter says in a sing-song voice.
I try to fight his grip, but he's too strong. Peter pins my arms down under his legs. "Any time now..."
"Say sworry!" Cassie squeals.
I shake my head. Peter stops, giving me a mischievous look. I look at him, puzzled. What is he up to? I almost ask him but stop when his fingers brush across spot behind my knee. No.
I grit my teeth. "Peter. Pan. Don't. You. Dare."
He leans down. "Are you going to apologize?"
"No."
"Then, too bad." he replied, smirking as he tickles the spot behind my knees.
I shriek, failing my arms wildly. It doesn't make much a difference as they're still pinned under Peter's legs.
"A-Alright, alright, I-I'll s-s-say it!" I sutter.
Peter stops tickling me, letting go of my arms. I remove my hands from under his thighs, refusing to say anything.
"Well?"
"I'msorry," I mumble.
"What was that?" Peter asks, smugly.
"I'm sorry," I say. "Happy now?"
Peter pretends to think about it. "No."
"I've already apologised, what more do you want?" I demand.
He bends down, his face an inch away from mine. "Tell me I'm the best."
"No can do," I say.
Peter sits up. "Cassie, leave the room." His tone isn't threatening but it's obvious that it's an order.
"No, Cas, stay here," I say, knowing that Peter wouldn't try anything with Cassie watching.
"Cassie, leave the room," Peter repeats his voice slightly darker than before.
"Bye," Cassie replies, running out the room.
"No, Cassie, come back!" I beg, trying to sit up.
Peter pushes me back down, pinning my wrists above my head. "Now, where were we?"
"Sod off, Peter. This wasn't part of the deal, I've already apologised to you."
"Maybe I've changed the deal," he replies.
I roll my eyes. "Don't be such a wanker."
"Naughty girl," Peter scolds, shaking his head. "You just broke one of my rules."
Peter leans down, his mouth touching my lips. "Bad girls need to be punished..."
I open my mouth to protest, but Peter interrupts me, crashing his lips to mine. He playfully nibbles on my bottom lip, causing me to roll my eyes at his antics.
I kiss him back as he starts deepening the kiss. I hate it when he does that, he knows it makes me kiss him back. Yet he always does it, without fail. After who knows how long, Peter pulls back. I gasp, breathing in. Peter lets go of my wrists, allowing me to move them again.
"Jerk," I mutter, smacking him in the chest.
"You know you liked it, just admit it. And you still didn't say that I'm the best."
"Okay, okay," I roll my eyes as I get up. "you're the best."
I look around the room and place my hands on my hips. "Alright, what did you do to my clothes?"
"I didn't do anything to them." He waves his hand over the bed, causing a dress to appear on the bed.
I stare at the brown material with distaste. "And I'm going to wear a dress because...?"
Peter shrugs. "You look hot in dresses."
"Why can't I just wear sweatpants and a tank top?"
"Because those clothes aren't meant for this type of weather."
"So your solution is to make me wear skimpy clothes?"
"Basically."
"Then why aren't you wearing shorter clothes?"
"Because I don't wanna give you breathing problems when you see my hot body."
I scoff. "Please, you'll just be giving all your homo Lost Boys some much needed eye candy."
"What makes you think that any of my Lost Boys are homosexual?"
"You have, like, fifty or so Lost Boys, right?"
Peter nods. "Give or take a few boys."
"Well, statistics show that in a group of ten boys, there's a high chance that one of them is gay."
"What?"
"So technically, you have five Lost Boys whom are gay. And I bet that Felix is one of them."
"I'm sure Felix is straight, and what gave you that ridiculous theory in the first place?"
"There are fifty boys and one girl on this island, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So, there wasn't any girls on this island before I arrived here," I say. "There's bound to be some boys here whom are attracted to another Lost Boy."
Peter shakes his head. "How did this conversations go from wearing skimpy clothes to the amount of homosexual and and straight boys on my island?"
"Because you're talking to me, Alice, the queen of randomness and weird-ass conversations."
He rolls his eyes. "Just get dressed and meet me in the clearing."
"Sure, Mr Bossy."
"Don't call me that."
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"Where Cassie?" I ask, twirling an arrow in my hand.
Peter stands on my left with his arms crossed. "Don't get distracted, just aim and shoot."
"I will when you tell me where he is," I retort.
"He's with Ray and the others." he replies. "Now, aim and shoot."
"Um, about that... I can't remember how to," I mumble, nocking the arrow.
I'm not even remotely kidding. It's been a long while since I last picked up a bow. Peter's been keeping me busy by teaching me different skills. I've totally forgotten how to shoot. Peter makes his way towards me, and takes my left hand in his. He holds my left hand up, keeping bow steady. He then places his right hand over mine, helping me draw the bowstring up to my cheek.
Peter places his mouth next to my ear. "Breath in."
I inhale, not letting my eyes leave the target board.
"Now, breath out."
I exhale, letting go of the bowstring. The sound of the steel tipped arrow on wood tells me that my arrow has found its target.
"Thanks," I say, lowering the bow.
What? No arrogant remark? No conceited behavior? What happened to the cocky Peter I know?
"You know," he begins. "If you wanted me to hold you, you could've just asked."
I stand corrected. Again.
I roll my eyes. "Whatever. You can let go of me now, I'm fine."
"I have a better idea," Peter mumbles, kissing my neck.
"Oh, no you don't," I say, jumping to the side. "What we did this morning was more than enough."
"Aww, don't be such a prude," Peter complains, hugging me from behind.
"You and I both know that we would've gone much further if you didn't stop me."
"I'm not being a prude, I'm being sensible," I counter. "And FYI, whining isn't attractive."
Peter groans, letting go of me. "Stop saying that I whine, because I don't."
"Do you have another word for complaining about something unimportant?" I ask.
"Yeah, it's called, umm..." Peter shakes his head. "Fine, I've got nothing."
"I thought so," I reply smugly. "10 points to Gryffinclaw."
Peter gives me a strange look.
"You know, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw?" I say.
Peter furrows his eyebrows. "What?"
I shake my head. "I've got to watch a Harry Potter marathon with you."
"Maybe next time."
"You'd definitely be a Slytherin." I sigh. "I wish I was a witch, I'd love to play a game of Quidditch. Riding a broomstick doesn't even look that hard."
"I'd rather you ride something else instead," Peter replies, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
I smack him in the chest.
"I'm kidding." He coughs, then mumbles, "not really."
I push him aside and grab another arrow from the quiver. I make sure that my back is facing Peter when I nock the bow. I don't respond when he places his hands on my shoulders. Peter pulls me closer towards his chest. "Don't ignore me, love."
"We still have a couple more minutes until training hours are over, Peter."
I draw the bowstring back to my cheek. "I for one want to finish my training as soon as possible."
Peter nips at the spot where my shoulder meets my neck. "Come on, love, let's have some fun."
I take a deep breath. "No."
"Hmm. It'd be a shame if it the weather wasn't suitable for training," Peter mumbles.
He wouldn't dare.
I feel a drop of water land of my cheek just before I release the arrow. The next thing I know, it's pouring. I turn to face Peter, removing the arrow from the bow. "You smug little—"
I'm cut off as another drop of water falls into my eye. I flinch, then rub my eye. "You never know when to quit, do you?"
Peter smirks, then gestures towards the caves. "We should find shelter. We wouldn't want you to get sick again, would we?"
I roll my eyes, pushing past him. I grab my quiver and strap my bow around my shoulder.
"You'll get it from me later," I shout running towards the nearest cave.
"I intend to!" Peter shouts back, running after me.
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The two of us are soaked to the skin by the time we reach the cave. I drop my weapons on the floor. Then take my hair tie off, letting my tangled hair fall to my shoulders.
"I'm going to get you back for this," I growl, wringing the water from my wet my hair.
"Good luck with that," he replies, his voice echoing off the walls of the cave.
"I don't need luck," I state. "I already have talent."
"Don't get cocky."
"Well, I learnt from the best."
Peter raises an eyebrow. "Did you? And what, pray tell, is the gentleman like?"
I laugh. "Gentleman? No, he's the exact opposite of one. He's a cocky, arrogant, conceited arsehole."
He feigns a hurt look. "That was harsh."
"Well it's true."
Peter takes a step towards me. "Is it really?"
"Yes."
"Was I a complete arsehole to you during your stay here?" he asks, taking another step towards me.
"Well, not a complete arsehole, but-" I break off, not knowing what to say.
Peter takes another step towards me, our chests almost touching. "But?"
I bite my bottom lip nervously. Peter's eyes glint with passion and another emotion that I can't recognise. Is it desire... Or something deeper?
"Have I been an awful host?" he asks. "Didn't I treat you like a queen on most days?"
"On some occasions." I admit.
"Wasn't it fun?"
"More often than not."
"So what's the problem?"
Peter takes my silence as an answer, his eyes darting to my my lips. I turn to take a step back, but Peter snakes his free hand around around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
"Peter, what are you—"
He hushes me, hooking his forefinger under my chin. Peter then gently tilts my head up so that I'm looking up at him. He leans in slowly, pressing his lips against mine. I melt like butter in his arms, kissing him back. He tangles his hand in my messy locks, deepening the kiss. We stay like that for what feels like an eternity.
The both of us are gasping for air when we pull back. We lean against on each other, exhausted. I look up at him, with half-lidded eyes. Peter smirks, kissing me on the forehead. "100 points to Slytherin."
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Oh my Griever, this chapter is way overdue. Sorry about that guys, I meant to update this chapter four days ago but I had writer's block. Dam my rotten luck. I made this chapter extra fluffy to apologise for the feels attack I gave you guys in my last chapter. I re-read my last chapter and thought, why not give you guys fluff? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Well, that all for this A/N, bye! 👋
~ Alice xx
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What's your Hogwarts house and blood status?
I'm a Ravenclaw. And as for my blood status, I'm a halfblood. Me dad's a muggle, mum's a witch. Itwasabitofanastyshockwhenhefoundout.
You're lying if you say that you didn't read that in Seamus finnigan's voice xD
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Edited: 26.12.2017