Hi peoples! i got the sudden urge to write a Peter Pan FF. so here is is. WARNING: this is more mature than my others have been. so if you are sencitive to those kinds of things, i am warning you now. Enjoy!

===Lyra===

I stood in the middle of my living room. It was so new, it smelled old. My dad just had to choose the oldest, biggest European house in all of Brittan.

The room was quiet other than the loud shouts of middle aged men moving furniture into the house. I put in my head phones and sat in the middle of the living room.

Breath in, breath out. We've got it good, whether you like this town or not. Never Shout Never sings to me. Listening to music that goes alone with my feelings keeps me sane, in a way I guess. Deep breaths.

"Lyra, go do your meditation somewhere else. You're kinda in our way." My dad interrupts my thoughts, as he holds a couch on one side. His voice gentle, but frustrated.

I looked up to my dad. He was a great dad, I had no mom. He was a great single dad who took care of me even when he was so young. My mother got pregnant when she was 16, and handed the baby to my dad and ran off. At least, that what my dad said. So he was 32 and a layer. He looked very young too. People think he is my brother most of the time. He has my hair color, auburn red. My eyes blended with his green eyes and my moms blue, they were an illuminating sea green shade. And from what my dad said, I got my mom's beauty, she was apparently ass skinny and curvy as I was.

I nod my head and walk up the stairs and sat in my large bedroom. It had nothing inside it, but a large window, with and place to sit in front of it. I skip a few songs and stop at "Northern Downpour" by Panic! At the Disco. I know the world's a broken bone but melt your headache call it home. Is that all I have to do? Damn, too bad I have no drugs.

I've only done drugs once in my life. It was at a party I went to, if I hadn't moved, I probably would have become an addict. Another thing to applaud my dad for. He found out and moved me far away from them, literally. I came from New York, to here in the UK. I mean, it was also for a good job my dad got offered. But the drugs were another thing. And I'm only a sophomore in high school.

I stand up; I need to go take a shower. I feel pretty gross. I grab a towel from a box placed in my closet.

"PST, Hey, you!" a female voice comes from my window. It sounded like chimes, but if you listened closely, you could understand words. I take out my headphones and look to the window, not seeing anything, "Yeah, you!" then I see a small floating human woman come to me.

"Okay, now I know I didn't take any drugs." I stand, looking right at the small thing with a green dress and blonde hair.

"What's your name, dear?" she turned her head to the side. She looked to be around my father's age.

"Lyra," I get out quickly, but I looked to her, in awe of this thing in front of me, "Who- wait, wait, no, what are you?"

"I'm a fairy. And I'm here to take you with me." she holds out her hand, "Ready to go?"

I nod my head. Sure, I will go alone with this. As strange as it is, my dad always told me that if it seems real, it probably is real. And this definitely felt real.

The woman flicked something on me and I begun to float. This was especially weird. She grabbed my hand and guided me out the window.

The door to me room opened, the both of us stopped, looking to who it was, "Lyra, we are going to grab some-" he cut off, seeing me float, "TB?" he walked closer to the window, not looking at me, but at the small woman.

"James," she smiled and touched his cheek, "I felt that today would be the day."

He stepped back, smiling, "Go ahead."

She turned me around and we both flew off, "You know my dad? And your name is TB?" I looked to her, puzzled.

"Yes, I know your father. And yes, I am TB." She then got real quiet. And we kept flying on.

Soon, I saw a beautiful place, "Are we in Ireland?" I look around.

She laughs, "No, this is Neverland." She points to all around. She makes a sudden drop down a few hundred; I could almost touch the trees below, "We are almost there." She looks down to me.

I could start to feel heavy again. I was weighed down. They flying dust wore off. TB was too small to carry me, so out grasps let go of each other. I began to fall through the trees till I hit the grassy ground.

I grunt as my back has a sharp pain. I look around as I see the trees surrounding me. I also saw a river by me. Well, if TB was going to be coming back to me at some point, might as well wash up.

I looked around and saw a tree with over sized leaves. I pull one off and begin to strip. I quick look around to make sure no one was here to see. I set my clothes and the leave down and slowly enter into the cold stream.

===Peter Pan===

I laughed. Got you again Cap'n! The man stumbled into the lake, franticly screaming and squirming. I stand up, satisfied with myself. I think I have done enough for the day.

I begin to walk back to the Lost Boys' area, but I stop, hearing rustling from the river.

I duck behind a tree. Who could be in the river at this time of the night? I looked up to the moon, which lit up the area on the river. I peak my head out of the tree, seeing something that stops me.

It was a girl, but she wasn't wearing clothes. It was a body I hadn't ever seen before. She climbed out of the river, revealing all. I step out of the trees, eyes wider than I had ever known possible, I step a bit closer to get a better look. I lean my head to the side.

The girl turns her head to me, eyes widening like mine. She shrieks, grabbing the large leave next to her, "Pervert!" she shouts to me. I didn't even know what this word meant, was it flattering? Or could it have been an insult?

I step closer to her, now only a few feet from her. Her jaw drops, looking disgusted at me, "Go away! I'm trying to get dressed!" she signals her hand away.

I just stand there, looking at the curves her body had, and I have never seen these curves in the Boys. Why was this girl different? I mean, Wendy never had these curves, but this girl's shape reminded me of a….hourglass.

Her disgusted face remains, "Stop staring!" she shouts, then her faces fades and becomes sympathetic, "Oh, you have never seen a girl naked, huh?"

I still look at her up and down, her hips were a bit wider than her waist, and her chest was wider than her hips.

She snaps her fingers a couple times, "Hey, hey. My face is up here." As I look up, her face is annoyed, and then her cheeks get a hint of pink, "You're kinda cute, you know. I wouldn't mind seeing you-no! That is really perverted of me." the last part I think was meant for herself.

I soon hear the Boys sneak up to her. They obviously didn't care that she wasn't wearing anything under. But when they snatched the leaf from her grip, they all stopped.

She rapidly turns around; face the color of a strawberry. She couldn't say a thing.

The Boys panic, running away, looking frightful.

I look at her once again, as she wears no clothes. She quickly frantic around and puts on her clothes. I have seen something like it before, but it was only from the other world. She stands, looking to me, with a tight shirt and tight, slimming pants, some unnatural color of coral, "Now look. I know seeing a girl naked for the first time is an experience. But it's not polite to stare, and really quite rude." She crosses her arms.

"S-s-s-sorry." I was stuttering from the sight I had seen. It was so…different. My body felt weird, and I couldn't look away.

"It's alright, you are forgiven…now, for your friends…" her face becomes furious, "Small boys can't do that! It is utterly rude and embarrassing!" she clears her throat, "Sorry. I'm Lyra." With that, she holds out her hand.

I grab the hand gently and shake it, "Peter Pan." My voice shaky. Why was I acting like this? I'm Peter Pan, fearless. I should have been the one to take the leaf from her.

Her jaw drops, "Peter Pan." She thinks for a second, "My dad told stories about you."

I get excited, "Really?" I became my old self again, "I mean, why not? I'm such a good subject for a child's story!"

She rolls her eyes, "He never said you were this narcissistic." A sudden yawn forms on her mouth.

"Do you wish to stay with me, and the Lost Boys?" I ask, smirking.

"As long as they won't rip my clothes off." She grits her teeth.

I sink a bit, "I will talk to them."

I walk Lyra to our site, I show her to where she can sleep, high in a tree.

The Boys' eyes never left Lyra, and sudden anger formed inside of me, I shooed them off, "Go!" what was this new part of me? I didn't understand. First, seeing her without clothes, now being angry when the Boy's starred at Lyra, what was happening to me?

She crawled into her small sack for her to sleep in. "Goodnight, Peter." She smiles to me.

I was about to say the same to her, but I wanted to ask her, "Lyra, what is a 'pervert'?"

She looks to me wide eyed for a second, then bursts out laughing, "Peter, a pervert is a man or woman that enjoys sexual subjects more than most people." She laughs, but it soon fades, "Do you really not know that?"

I shake my head, I still didn't understand, but I couldn't keep her up, asking all of these questions.

Her face looks sorry for me. The silence becomes a bit awkward.

I quickly race out of the room, "Goodnight, Lyra!"

I didn't really know anything that she was talking about. But I knew that it must have been a serious topic.

===Lyra===

I look out to the bright stars. This boy really didn't know what a pervert was, and from the look on his face, he didn't know what sex was either. And he is probably my age! Every boy at sixteen should be a pervert. It did seem as though he really hadn't seen a woman's body. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him, but also happy for him. It's like being a child not knowing those things. And maybe that was it, my father always said in his stories that he never would grow up, and he obviously did physically, boy did he mature well. But not mentally.

It is going to be awkward now.

Hope you enjoyed! this is supposed to be lgihter than my other stuff, and funnier than usual.

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