Peter Pan Complex
Title: Peter Pan Complex [4/?]
Author:
too_old_to_cry
Rating:PG
Summary: Run, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run from your fears, run from your doubts, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run until I find you and save you.
When tragedy strikes Patrick runs, Peter Pan just happens to be the one to find him.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t know, DON’T SUE. Based a tad on Disney's Peter Pan.
Authors Note: Putting faith into something worth the trouble. Weekend Worriers and Our Best Friends. P33t [biting_remarks] W3ntz, Schirrerri, Racherrr and T33 R3x
Short Prologue
In The Trees
Why Where You Running, The Eternal Question.
Neverland with Peter Pan?.
Chapter 4: Bad dreams And Five Year Olds. Chapter
"So. Who takes care of all these kids you pick up?" He turned from the shelves and gave me a little smile.
"Well me, of course." He said matter-of-factly. "But Nicole handles all the motherly stuff, like boo-boo's." His smile grew wider.
"If you don’t mind me asking," I paused, trying not to offend him. "How old are you, exactly?"
"Sixteen; I'm the oldest here." He looked down and mumbled something. "Now, that is, What about you three?"
"I'm fifteen, Mike is thirteen and Gabe is eight." I informed him. Pete had come across as maybe seventeen or eighteen and he was only a year older than me. I guess he had to be mature to be taking care of these kids.
"How many kids live here?" I said, pointing out the window as he rejoined me on the couch.
"12... well 15 now. Mostly boys, few girls here and there, but boys are so much easier." He smiled.
"Did you build this place?" I questioned, having a feeling the answer would be a yes. The smile he had before faded slowly.
"Well, partly." He had a bad habit of looking down at his hands instead of making eye contact when he grew uncomfortable with questions. "A friend and I had found this clearing and we decided it would be a good place to runaway to. We started with this house, which took us about half a year. Then we found Nicole and after her we were finding more and more kids. We built all the other houses not too long after this one, this one is the biggest though."
"Pete!" A small voice called from the top of the stairs. "Pete!"
"I'll be right back." He said, as he got up and ran up the stairs.
I got up from the couch to investigate the rest of the extremely large tree house. The main room I was in had a couch and a chair, and even a small TV against the opposite wall. I walked over to the shelf Pete had been rearranging before and examined the pictures on them. There were several scribble-drawings, most likely done by small children and a few photos. Most of the pictures were of Pete with a bunch of other kids. The biggest one was of a much younger Pete with another boy who looked a little older. The other boy had his arm around Pete and they both had giant smiles on their faces.
I put the photo down and walked over to one of the two rooms that were off of the main room. The first room I walked into seemed to be used for storage. The other room was a kitchen. It had a fridge and a sink and a lot of cupboards.
All in all, this tree house seemed very well built. It was the kind of tree house that rich parents built for their rich kids, the kind with wallpaper and electricity. This was a high-quality tree house.
"It's a nice place, huh?" Pete said from behind me, making me jump a bit. I turned to see him with a small boy on his hip. I nodded, my heart still racing from the startle. "Sorry for the interruption," He paused, a smirk creeping across he lips. "And the heart attack."
"That's okay." I laughed, and then suddenly felt bad for traipsing around his "house" like this. "Sorry for, uhm. Investigating."
"Hey, no worries." He said tickling the chin of the small, red eyed, boy on his hip. "As long as you weren’t digging through my underwear drawer." He smiled and the small boy laughed.
"I'll remember that." He waved me into the living room and we resumed our previous places on the couch, the boy sitting between us.
"This is Ryan, by the way." Pete said handing him a small car. He had short, bed-head, brown hair and was wearing children's pajamas with little dinosaurs all over them. His eyes were red and from the way he was calling for Pete earlier, I guessed he had woken from a bad dream. "He's the little brother of a friend of mine."
"I'm five!" He said holding up all five fingers.
"Wow," I said, pretending to be astonished. "You're so big."
Pete glanced over at me with a big smile and then looked at Ryan. "Why don’t you go and play over there while Patrick and I talk." Ryan nodded and walked over to a pile of cars and began making various 'Vroom' noises.
"Sorry again." Pete said looking over at Ryan.
"No problem." I smiled, remembering Gabe at five. "I have two little brothers."
"Hey, it's getting pretty late, do you want to go and get settled with your brothers?" Pete yawned.
"Sure." I yawned, and we laughed at the way yawning was contagious. I was getting really tired.
"So, I guess you three will be living here then?" Pete said with a smile. I guess it would be best for all of us, so I nodded.
Little did I know at that time, I was getting myself into a world of trouble. I was a becoming friends with a boy that would complicate my life… forever.
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Author:
too_old_to_cryRating:PG
Summary: Run, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run from your fears, run from your doubts, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run until I find you and save you.
When tragedy strikes Patrick runs, Peter Pan just happens to be the one to find him.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t know, DON’T SUE. Based a tad on Disney's Peter Pan.
Authors Note: Putting faith into something worth the trouble. Weekend Worriers and Our Best Friends. P33t [
biting_remarks] W3ntz, Schirrerri, Racherrr and T33 R3xShort Prologue
In The Trees
Why Where You Running, The Eternal Question.
Neverland with Peter Pan?.
"So. Who takes care of all these kids you pick up?" He turned from the shelves and gave me a little smile.
"Well me, of course." He said matter-of-factly. "But Nicole handles all the motherly stuff, like boo-boo's." His smile grew wider.
"If you don’t mind me asking," I paused, trying not to offend him. "How old are you, exactly?"
"Sixteen; I'm the oldest here." He looked down and mumbled something. "Now, that is, What about you three?"
"I'm fifteen, Mike is thirteen and Gabe is eight." I informed him. Pete had come across as maybe seventeen or eighteen and he was only a year older than me. I guess he had to be mature to be taking care of these kids.
"How many kids live here?" I said, pointing out the window as he rejoined me on the couch.
"12... well 15 now. Mostly boys, few girls here and there, but boys are so much easier." He smiled.
"Did you build this place?" I questioned, having a feeling the answer would be a yes. The smile he had before faded slowly.
"Well, partly." He had a bad habit of looking down at his hands instead of making eye contact when he grew uncomfortable with questions. "A friend and I had found this clearing and we decided it would be a good place to runaway to. We started with this house, which took us about half a year. Then we found Nicole and after her we were finding more and more kids. We built all the other houses not too long after this one, this one is the biggest though."
"Pete!" A small voice called from the top of the stairs. "Pete!"
"I'll be right back." He said, as he got up and ran up the stairs.
I got up from the couch to investigate the rest of the extremely large tree house. The main room I was in had a couch and a chair, and even a small TV against the opposite wall. I walked over to the shelf Pete had been rearranging before and examined the pictures on them. There were several scribble-drawings, most likely done by small children and a few photos. Most of the pictures were of Pete with a bunch of other kids. The biggest one was of a much younger Pete with another boy who looked a little older. The other boy had his arm around Pete and they both had giant smiles on their faces.
I put the photo down and walked over to one of the two rooms that were off of the main room. The first room I walked into seemed to be used for storage. The other room was a kitchen. It had a fridge and a sink and a lot of cupboards.
All in all, this tree house seemed very well built. It was the kind of tree house that rich parents built for their rich kids, the kind with wallpaper and electricity. This was a high-quality tree house.
"It's a nice place, huh?" Pete said from behind me, making me jump a bit. I turned to see him with a small boy on his hip. I nodded, my heart still racing from the startle. "Sorry for the interruption," He paused, a smirk creeping across he lips. "And the heart attack."
"That's okay." I laughed, and then suddenly felt bad for traipsing around his "house" like this. "Sorry for, uhm. Investigating."
"Hey, no worries." He said tickling the chin of the small, red eyed, boy on his hip. "As long as you weren’t digging through my underwear drawer." He smiled and the small boy laughed.
"I'll remember that." He waved me into the living room and we resumed our previous places on the couch, the boy sitting between us.
"This is Ryan, by the way." Pete said handing him a small car. He had short, bed-head, brown hair and was wearing children's pajamas with little dinosaurs all over them. His eyes were red and from the way he was calling for Pete earlier, I guessed he had woken from a bad dream. "He's the little brother of a friend of mine."
"I'm five!" He said holding up all five fingers.
"Wow," I said, pretending to be astonished. "You're so big."
Pete glanced over at me with a big smile and then looked at Ryan. "Why don’t you go and play over there while Patrick and I talk." Ryan nodded and walked over to a pile of cars and began making various 'Vroom' noises.
"Sorry again." Pete said looking over at Ryan.
"No problem." I smiled, remembering Gabe at five. "I have two little brothers."
"Hey, it's getting pretty late, do you want to go and get settled with your brothers?" Pete yawned.
"Sure." I yawned, and we laughed at the way yawning was contagious. I was getting really tired.
"So, I guess you three will be living here then?" Pete said with a smile. I guess it would be best for all of us, so I nodded.
Little did I know at that time, I was getting myself into a world of trouble. I was a becoming friends with a boy that would complicate my life… forever.
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