Peter Pan Complex [5/?]
Title: Peter Pan Complex [5/?]
Author:
too_old_to_cry& biting_remarks
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: 'Stupid Canadians' and Appendicitis. Hypochondriacs and The Smashup. iPods and Cameras. Pig squeals and Cat screeches. Secrets and Gossip.
P33t [biting_remarks] is a wh0r3 that writes way to good.
Short Prologue
In The Trees
Why Where You Running, The Eternal Question.
Neverland with Peter Pan?.
Bad Dreams And Five-Year-Olds
Chapter 5: The things you find on a morning walk.
"So I guess we're staying." Mike said climbing into one of the cots Pete had set up in one of the tree houses near the entrance. They were old army cots and were more comfortable then they seemed.
"I guess so." I climbed into my cot after pulling the covers over a passed-out Gabe. "If you want to."
"Yeah," He paused, pulling a loose string on the blanket. "I mean, this place is pretty cool."
"Yeah." I agreed. Shortly after, we both drifted off to sleep.
***
I was woken up the next morning by the sound of kids running and laughing. I opened my eyes slowly and rubbed the sleep out of the corners. I looked out the window to see what appeared to be a giant football game.
"Morning, kid." The sound of Pete's voice made me almost jump out of my skin. I looked over to see him leaning against the wall by the door. "Have a good sleep?"
"Yeah," I said, taking in a deep breath. "S'weird not being in my bed."
"I know what you mean." He said, sitting on the end of my cot. "We'll have to get you more permanent living arrangements soon."
I nodded slowly. The events of the night before hit me like a ton of bricks. My parents were dead and now we were living with these kids we had known for less then 24 hours. I was hoping that things were going to get better soon, because I don’t think I could take much more.
"There's a football game going on," Pete said with a smile. "You wanna come watch?"
"I've never really been one for football." I said, not even bothering to look at him. I guess I was being really rude, but I couldn't help it.
"I'm more of a soccer man myself." He laughed. "Do you wanna go and get the grand tour before breakfast?"
"Sure." I pulled off my blanket and realized I had slept in the clothes I wore yesterday. I would probably have to go back to my house soon to get clothes. "Well I guess I don’t have anything to change into-slash-out of." I said with a laugh.
"Well then hurry." He waved his hand with a smile. "The ten cent tour is leaving."
"Well, Mr.…um…" I paused trying to remember if he had told me his last name or not.
"Wentz." He answered without me asking. "Peter Louis Kingston Wentz… the Third."
We both laughed at how 'official' his name sounded. He led me down the steps of the tree house and toward the football game.
"That’s where everybody plays." He pointed with a slight laugh. I gave a small nod in comprehension.
I hadn't noticed before that the trees seemed to be in a circle with a large space in the center. The high branches of the trees tangled and entwined creating a roof like shade of the football field. Near the base of Pete's tree there was a large building. "You saw my house and that over there is the 'Dining Area'." He pointed to the building. "I guess there's really not much more. I can introduce you to everyone at breakfast."
There was a long silence between us, the only noises were the distant voices of the football players. "Do you want to go on my morning walk with me?" He blurted out suddenly.
"What?" I said with slight confusion.
"I normally take a walk before breakfast," He paused, spinning around on his heels. "Do you want to come with me?"
"Uhm… sure." I smiled, what else was there really to do? I could at least get to know this guy a little better.
He led us through a small clearing between the trees and behind his 'house' and we walked on, occasionally ducking for a low branch. He began to whistle an almost hypnotic tune as we walked along.
"So, Patrick," Pete began. "Why did you run?"
"What?" The question caught me off guard.
"After the accident. Why did you leave and go to the park?" He said, picking up a stick and throwing it in the poised direction. "Why didn't you stick around and wait till the cops showed up?"
I contemplated it briefly before I realized I had no real answer. One thing I lead to another and we had ended up with Pete. Then it hit me; a good answer I knew Pete could relate to. "Ryan means the world to you, right?" He looked back at me and nodded slowly. "Well Gabe and Mike mean the world to me. We had just seen our parent's burn and die, right there in front of us. I couldn't let them look at that any longer, you know."
We continued on in silence for what felt like hours until we reached a small cement building off of a gravel road.
"Were are we?" I asked examining, yet another part I town I had no idea existed.
"Shhhh." Pete looked back at me, pressing his index finger against my lips. Goosebumps rose along my spine at his touch. "You have to be very, very, quiet." His voice was barley audible and I almost jumped as a car engine broke our silence. I could hear another car spending toward the cement building. We both focused on the building once more.
The car screeched to a halt, sending gravel flying out from under the rear tires. Two men exited the cherry red T-Bird T top, lifting them self's out over the doors. They looked to be heavily tattooed and both men seemed to have at least one facial piercing.
"Nice day for a fucking drive, eh, Mister Vengeance?" The man who had been driving asked, sitting on a hood of the car.
"Beautiful, Mister Gates." He laughed, sitting next to the driver on the hood and allowed himself to be pulled into a sloppy kiss.
It's not like I hadn't ever seen boys kiss before, but there was something about being with Pete that made this sight different. There weren’t many gay kids in my school, and if you were you got beaten up; that's how it worked. Kids in high school were so cruel to each other.
"Where are we?" I whispered into Pete's ear and saw him shiver a little.
Another person exited the cement build, which I presumed to be a car garage. I suddenly realized why we were here. The person that had just come out of the garage was the boy from the pictures in Pete house. Except he looked older, a little more buff. And now his arms were littered with numerous tattoos.
He was laughing about something and two other boys stood behind them. One of the boys was taller then all the others. He had his arm around shorter boy. When Pete caught sight of the short boy he took a sudden breath. Maybe he was why we were here.
"Pete?" I said putting a hand on his shoulder. "Who are these people?"
"Johnny." He said slowly. "He disappeared a few days ago. I figured he would end up here."
"Where is here?" I asked, feeling stupid.
"The Sevenfold Auto Garage." Pete's eyes were no longer fixed on the small boy, but the boy from the pictures. There was something about him that gave me this twisting feeling in my stomach. Pete shifted one of his feet backwards and a loud crack emerged, earning the ear of all five boys.
Pete's eyes widened and I looked at him, not knowing what to do. "Don’t make a move." He whispered. The boy from the pictures was slowly creeping toward us. He pushed through the trees and was soon looking Pete straight in the eyes.
"Pete?" He asked. My heart jumped and I went with the voice in my mind that was saying 'Grab Pete and RUN!' I took a handful of the back of Pete's shirt and began to pull him away.
Author:
too_old_to_cry& biting_remarksRating: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: 'Stupid Canadians' and Appendicitis. Hypochondriacs and The Smashup. iPods and Cameras. Pig squeals and Cat screeches. Secrets and Gossip.
P33t [
biting_remarks] is a wh0r3 that writes way to good.Short Prologue
In The Trees
Why Where You Running, The Eternal Question.
Neverland with Peter Pan?.
Bad Dreams And Five-Year-Olds
"So I guess we're staying." Mike said climbing into one of the cots Pete had set up in one of the tree houses near the entrance. They were old army cots and were more comfortable then they seemed.
"I guess so." I climbed into my cot after pulling the covers over a passed-out Gabe. "If you want to."
"Yeah," He paused, pulling a loose string on the blanket. "I mean, this place is pretty cool."
"Yeah." I agreed. Shortly after, we both drifted off to sleep.
***
I was woken up the next morning by the sound of kids running and laughing. I opened my eyes slowly and rubbed the sleep out of the corners. I looked out the window to see what appeared to be a giant football game.
"Morning, kid." The sound of Pete's voice made me almost jump out of my skin. I looked over to see him leaning against the wall by the door. "Have a good sleep?"
"Yeah," I said, taking in a deep breath. "S'weird not being in my bed."
"I know what you mean." He said, sitting on the end of my cot. "We'll have to get you more permanent living arrangements soon."
I nodded slowly. The events of the night before hit me like a ton of bricks. My parents were dead and now we were living with these kids we had known for less then 24 hours. I was hoping that things were going to get better soon, because I don’t think I could take much more.
"There's a football game going on," Pete said with a smile. "You wanna come watch?"
"I've never really been one for football." I said, not even bothering to look at him. I guess I was being really rude, but I couldn't help it.
"I'm more of a soccer man myself." He laughed. "Do you wanna go and get the grand tour before breakfast?"
"Sure." I pulled off my blanket and realized I had slept in the clothes I wore yesterday. I would probably have to go back to my house soon to get clothes. "Well I guess I don’t have anything to change into-slash-out of." I said with a laugh.
"Well then hurry." He waved his hand with a smile. "The ten cent tour is leaving."
"Well, Mr.…um…" I paused trying to remember if he had told me his last name or not.
"Wentz." He answered without me asking. "Peter Louis Kingston Wentz… the Third."
We both laughed at how 'official' his name sounded. He led me down the steps of the tree house and toward the football game.
"That’s where everybody plays." He pointed with a slight laugh. I gave a small nod in comprehension.
I hadn't noticed before that the trees seemed to be in a circle with a large space in the center. The high branches of the trees tangled and entwined creating a roof like shade of the football field. Near the base of Pete's tree there was a large building. "You saw my house and that over there is the 'Dining Area'." He pointed to the building. "I guess there's really not much more. I can introduce you to everyone at breakfast."
There was a long silence between us, the only noises were the distant voices of the football players. "Do you want to go on my morning walk with me?" He blurted out suddenly.
"What?" I said with slight confusion.
"I normally take a walk before breakfast," He paused, spinning around on his heels. "Do you want to come with me?"
"Uhm… sure." I smiled, what else was there really to do? I could at least get to know this guy a little better.
He led us through a small clearing between the trees and behind his 'house' and we walked on, occasionally ducking for a low branch. He began to whistle an almost hypnotic tune as we walked along.
"So, Patrick," Pete began. "Why did you run?"
"What?" The question caught me off guard.
"After the accident. Why did you leave and go to the park?" He said, picking up a stick and throwing it in the poised direction. "Why didn't you stick around and wait till the cops showed up?"
I contemplated it briefly before I realized I had no real answer. One thing I lead to another and we had ended up with Pete. Then it hit me; a good answer I knew Pete could relate to. "Ryan means the world to you, right?" He looked back at me and nodded slowly. "Well Gabe and Mike mean the world to me. We had just seen our parent's burn and die, right there in front of us. I couldn't let them look at that any longer, you know."
We continued on in silence for what felt like hours until we reached a small cement building off of a gravel road.
"Were are we?" I asked examining, yet another part I town I had no idea existed.
"Shhhh." Pete looked back at me, pressing his index finger against my lips. Goosebumps rose along my spine at his touch. "You have to be very, very, quiet." His voice was barley audible and I almost jumped as a car engine broke our silence. I could hear another car spending toward the cement building. We both focused on the building once more.
The car screeched to a halt, sending gravel flying out from under the rear tires. Two men exited the cherry red T-Bird T top, lifting them self's out over the doors. They looked to be heavily tattooed and both men seemed to have at least one facial piercing.
"Nice day for a fucking drive, eh, Mister Vengeance?" The man who had been driving asked, sitting on a hood of the car.
"Beautiful, Mister Gates." He laughed, sitting next to the driver on the hood and allowed himself to be pulled into a sloppy kiss.
It's not like I hadn't ever seen boys kiss before, but there was something about being with Pete that made this sight different. There weren’t many gay kids in my school, and if you were you got beaten up; that's how it worked. Kids in high school were so cruel to each other.
"Where are we?" I whispered into Pete's ear and saw him shiver a little.
Another person exited the cement build, which I presumed to be a car garage. I suddenly realized why we were here. The person that had just come out of the garage was the boy from the pictures in Pete house. Except he looked older, a little more buff. And now his arms were littered with numerous tattoos.
He was laughing about something and two other boys stood behind them. One of the boys was taller then all the others. He had his arm around shorter boy. When Pete caught sight of the short boy he took a sudden breath. Maybe he was why we were here.
"Pete?" I said putting a hand on his shoulder. "Who are these people?"
"Johnny." He said slowly. "He disappeared a few days ago. I figured he would end up here."
"Where is here?" I asked, feeling stupid.
"The Sevenfold Auto Garage." Pete's eyes were no longer fixed on the small boy, but the boy from the pictures. There was something about him that gave me this twisting feeling in my stomach. Pete shifted one of his feet backwards and a loud crack emerged, earning the ear of all five boys.
Pete's eyes widened and I looked at him, not knowing what to do. "Don’t make a move." He whispered. The boy from the pictures was slowly creeping toward us. He pushed through the trees and was soon looking Pete straight in the eyes.
"Pete?" He asked. My heart jumped and I went with the voice in my mind that was saying 'Grab Pete and RUN!' I took a handful of the back of Pete's shirt and began to pull him away.