Peter Pan Complex [7/?]
Title: Peter Pan Complex [7/?]
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: It's hard to walk and write slash in your head at the same time. Watch out for moving vehicles. P33t [biting_remarks] and I eat yummy sushi :]
Short Prologue
In The Trees
Why Where You Running, The Eternal Question.
Neverland with Peter Pan?.
Bad Dreams And Five-Year-Olds
The things you find on a morning walk.
The three F's; Friends, Food, and…and [unconventional] Family.
Chapter 7: Pool parties with Mermaids, Indians, and Lost boys.
Mike, Gabe, and I had been living in the Village for a good two weeks now and we seemed to fit in rather well. Gabe was often off playing with Ryan and a few other young children. Mike found himself with the boys his age or in Pete's extra room that turned out not to be storage, but a very well-stocked library.
But when you meet a boy named Peter, who lives in the woods, and takes in "lost boys", you have to figure that weird things come with the territory. In addition to the men I had met on my first full day at the Village, Pete had many… let's use… 'out there' friends. I also had a habit of finding tiny silver thimbles on my pillow before I went to sleep every night, and when I mentioned this to Nicole the only answer I recieved was a laugh and a 'Not again.'
I never realized just how many people Pete actually knew until the day we all attended a pool party at the home of a Mister William Beckett.
"Billy" Beckett was the tall, slender son of the richest man in town. His father and stepmother often went away on 'family' trips with their four-year-old daughter, Hailey. Bill ran away once; that’s how he had met Pete.
Will ended up going home after a few weeks, when his father had an 'Amber' alert placed and the police out searching in full force, so the rest of the runaways could be safe. He often supplied Pete with extra cash and food or whatever he needed to keep the Village up and running.
And in return, when Bill throws a pool party every now and then, he never forgets to invite his favorite runaway and his little lost boys. But once you go to one of Mister Beckett's pool parties, you'll never be the same.
-
"Pool Party at Billy's!" Pete yelled to the kids playing in front of the Dining Area. "Everyone hurry up and get ready."
I watched from my lounge chair beside him as the children cheered and scattered to various tree houses. Even Mike and Gabe ran to our tree, but I had no clue what the hell was going on or even who Billy was.
"What's going on?" I asked, shading my eyes from the sun.
"My friend Bill," Pete started, flopping back down on his lounge chair. "Is throwing a pool party again and he always invites us."
"Won't his parents get suspicious of all these random kids in their pool?" I questioned, adjusting my hat.
"His dad and step-mom are off on another trip with their daughter." He said rubbing his bare stomach. "Bill is cool, you'll like him. He was a lost boy once; his dad had crazy cops out looking for him so he went back. He floats me cash and stuff to keep this place running; actually, the electricity we use runs from his house."
"Wow." I said, trying to pull my eyes off his dark skin. "This guy must be one heck of a friend."
"What do you mean?" He turned to face me and must have seen me staring because a goofy smile spread across his face.
"I mean, you really think highly of this kid. You've never mentioned anybody that lived outside of here and been happy whilst talking about them." I sat up, looking around on the ground for my glasses. "I don’t know, forget I said it. I'm gonna go throw on my suit."
"You're gonna have fun, 'Tricky." Pete yelled from his chair. "I assure you, it'll change your life!"
-
"How much further?" I asked Pete, who was about three feet ahead of me, as we maneuvered our way through the trees.
"Man, you whine more than Ryan and he's five." Pete laughed, looking back at me with a grin. "Only a few more minutes Master Stump."
"You know what, Wentz?" I said, grabbing a hand full of his hoodie.
"You gonna kill me, Stump?" He said, mock-fear spreading across his features.
"Yes," I released him. "When you least expect it."
"Fair enough." He shrugged, then moved a tall bush away revealing a very big house with an even bigger back yard. "We're here!"
-
"Who's this one?" A tall, slender boy asked Pete after exchanging hugs.
"This is Patrick." He said, outstretching the arm that wasn’t around Bill. As a circus master would introduce the main attraction, he was presenting me with oddly placed pride.
"Ahhh," Bill said reaching out to shake my hand. "The famous Patrick Stump, how much I have heard about you. I do hope you have fun at my little shindig. I assure you, it will be a memorable experience."
Pete's eyes widened as the taller boy spoke then quickly said his goodbyes, and escorted me toward the house, leaving Bill with Nicole. The other kids had begun running around and splashing in the pool and there were a few other boys I had never seen before hanging around.
"Why do you two keep saying that it'll be a memorable experience?" I asked, sitting on one of the stools as Pete searched through the fridge.
"You'll see." He said, retrieving two bottles of pop and sending me a devious smile.
We sat there for a while, sipping on our pop and making little comments about the expensive things that were littered about the kitchen until a towering, dark-skinned boy with a mess of dark curls came in, laughing and dripping wet.
"Wentz!" He said, slapping Pete's hand before looking at me. "Well, who do we have here? Has Pan found-"
"Travis McCoy, if you so much as say that word I will kill you." Pete said with a firm glare that slowly melted into a smile. "And this is Patrick."
"Nice to meet you," He said, reattempting to shake my hand. "Wendy."
"Oh my god!" Pete yelled, jumping up and running after Travis-who had darted out of the kitchen and began to hide behind Will. "Dude, your boyfriend's a fucking pole, you can't hide behind that shit."
"Yea," Travis began, kissing Will on the neck while sliding his hand up the thinner boy's side. "But he's damn sexy."
Will turned to kiss the boy on the lips, Pete realizing defeat and turning around. He jumped a little when he realized that I was right behind him. When he turned he wrapped his arms around me, and his face met mine. As his lips pushed flush against mine, I took in a deep breath. My heart jumped and I began to wiggle out of his grasp, I really had no reason other than I was scared as hell that I had begun to actually enjoy it.
He let me free and watched as I bolted back to the kitchen. After the initial shock wore off he moved slowly after me with an extremely startled expression on his face.
"I'm really sorry." He said, eyes wandering down to his feet. I was seated back on the stool, rubbing my thighs with the palms of my hands. "I dunno, I just thought it was the right thing to do, and obviously it wasn't and obviously I freaked you out and obviously you think I'm a freak and-"
"Pete," I said, cutting him off.
"What?" He looked up, hazel eyes meeting light blues.
"You're rambling." I said. "And you didn’t freak me out, I freaked myself out."
His mouth formed into an 'O' as he placed his hand on my thigh over mine, moving his thumb in tiny circles on my knuckles. "I'm sorry," was the last thing he said before leaving me in the kitchen by myself.
-
That kiss was the only thing on my mind for the next half-hour. I hadn’t even realized any time had passed until I felt a warm weight on my shoulder, scaring me half to death.
"My life is day dreams of love affairs that I haven’t had yet." Travis said, as if he was reciting something.
"What?" I questioned, trying to make my heart stop beating so fast.
"Pete." He said simply as he and a scrawny blond haired boy, who was tapping on Travis' shoulders, walked back out to the deck.
Lesson of the night learned: Will's friends are weird.
Correction: Pete's friends are weird.
"Why aren't you swimming, Patrick?" A voice said from behind me. I turned to see Bert. I had met him on my first night at the Village and because he was on watch duty most of the day, I hadn't really gotten to know him.
"I really don’t like swimming." I said, drawing absent shapes with my index finger on my pants. "Hey Bert, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"Uhm. Sure." He said sitting on the stool next to me.
"Why are you living at the Village?" I said hesitantly.
He let out a long sigh and took a sip of his water before his eyes met mine again. I questioned the invasiveness of my question for a moment before gave me a small smile, wordlessly letting me know that I hadn’t pushed it.
"Pete rescued me." He said proudly. "I was ten, so it was almost three years ago, and things in my house were getting really bad. My parents never wanted another kid after my sister. I was a mistake; and they made it a habit to tell me constantly. Let's just say, Pete saved my life by showing up at my window one night. He took me away and even to this DAY, they haven’t noticed I'm gone."
"I'm sure they noticed." I said, placing my hand on his shoulder.
"I'm fine," He said, shrugging my hand away without. "They noticed; they just didn’t care. They didn’t come looking. But they're not my family anymore, these guys are." He pointed to the Pete, who was playing with Ryan and Gabe in the shallow end of the pool.
"I wouldn't trade this for the world." He started again, smiling at me. " I'm glad you decided to stay, Patrick; I haven’t seen Pete smile like he has been lately in forever. Or at least not since…"
"Not since what?" I asked, a little concerned. "Does it have something to do with Matt?"
Bert looked at me, taken aback. "How do you know about Matt?"
"Pete and I had a very interesting meeting with him and his friends a while back," I said, trying not to remember the events of that day. "Bert, what happened between Matt and Pete?"
"Well, I really shouldn't tell you." He shook his head. "But... I guess it might be okay."
I nodded for him to continue.
"Well, they were best friends since forever." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "They built the Village together; it all happened way before I came into the story. Anyways, they were together when I got here and they seemed happy until one day, something just snapped in Matt and he didn’t want to be with Pete anymore. He said that this whole thing-everything they did for runaways-was stupid and he didn’t want to be a part of it anymore. He said that we couldn't be kids forever and we needed to grow up. Pete got all messed up and didn’t come out of his tree house for days."
"Wow." I said, suddenly realizing how much that kiss actually meant.
"That's not even the worst part." He said, looking out the door at Pete and the other kids. It was beginning to get dark outside and a few kids had already gotten out of the pool because the air had begun to cool down. "I overheard Nicole and him talking once about how Matt used to be a really nice kid. Then, all of a sudden, he started making Pete do things he didn’t want to and then he... started hitting him."
I knew there was something Pete hadn’t told me. I just never thought it would be something as serious as his boyfriend beating him.
A/n: I'll give you a billion cookies if you can figure out what band is the marmaids and what band is the indians :]
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: It's hard to walk and write slash in your head at the same time. Watch out for moving vehicles. P33t [
biting_remarks] and I eat yummy sushi :] Short Prologue
In The Trees
Why Where You Running, The Eternal Question.
Neverland with Peter Pan?.
Bad Dreams And Five-Year-Olds
The things you find on a morning walk.
The three F's; Friends, Food, and…and [unconventional] Family.
Mike, Gabe, and I had been living in the Village for a good two weeks now and we seemed to fit in rather well. Gabe was often off playing with Ryan and a few other young children. Mike found himself with the boys his age or in Pete's extra room that turned out not to be storage, but a very well-stocked library.
But when you meet a boy named Peter, who lives in the woods, and takes in "lost boys", you have to figure that weird things come with the territory. In addition to the men I had met on my first full day at the Village, Pete had many… let's use… 'out there' friends. I also had a habit of finding tiny silver thimbles on my pillow before I went to sleep every night, and when I mentioned this to Nicole the only answer I recieved was a laugh and a 'Not again.'
I never realized just how many people Pete actually knew until the day we all attended a pool party at the home of a Mister William Beckett.
"Billy" Beckett was the tall, slender son of the richest man in town. His father and stepmother often went away on 'family' trips with their four-year-old daughter, Hailey. Bill ran away once; that’s how he had met Pete.
Will ended up going home after a few weeks, when his father had an 'Amber' alert placed and the police out searching in full force, so the rest of the runaways could be safe. He often supplied Pete with extra cash and food or whatever he needed to keep the Village up and running.
And in return, when Bill throws a pool party every now and then, he never forgets to invite his favorite runaway and his little lost boys. But once you go to one of Mister Beckett's pool parties, you'll never be the same.
-
"Pool Party at Billy's!" Pete yelled to the kids playing in front of the Dining Area. "Everyone hurry up and get ready."
I watched from my lounge chair beside him as the children cheered and scattered to various tree houses. Even Mike and Gabe ran to our tree, but I had no clue what the hell was going on or even who Billy was.
"What's going on?" I asked, shading my eyes from the sun.
"My friend Bill," Pete started, flopping back down on his lounge chair. "Is throwing a pool party again and he always invites us."
"Won't his parents get suspicious of all these random kids in their pool?" I questioned, adjusting my hat.
"His dad and step-mom are off on another trip with their daughter." He said rubbing his bare stomach. "Bill is cool, you'll like him. He was a lost boy once; his dad had crazy cops out looking for him so he went back. He floats me cash and stuff to keep this place running; actually, the electricity we use runs from his house."
"Wow." I said, trying to pull my eyes off his dark skin. "This guy must be one heck of a friend."
"What do you mean?" He turned to face me and must have seen me staring because a goofy smile spread across his face.
"I mean, you really think highly of this kid. You've never mentioned anybody that lived outside of here and been happy whilst talking about them." I sat up, looking around on the ground for my glasses. "I don’t know, forget I said it. I'm gonna go throw on my suit."
"You're gonna have fun, 'Tricky." Pete yelled from his chair. "I assure you, it'll change your life!"
-
"How much further?" I asked Pete, who was about three feet ahead of me, as we maneuvered our way through the trees.
"Man, you whine more than Ryan and he's five." Pete laughed, looking back at me with a grin. "Only a few more minutes Master Stump."
"You know what, Wentz?" I said, grabbing a hand full of his hoodie.
"You gonna kill me, Stump?" He said, mock-fear spreading across his features.
"Yes," I released him. "When you least expect it."
"Fair enough." He shrugged, then moved a tall bush away revealing a very big house with an even bigger back yard. "We're here!"
-
"Who's this one?" A tall, slender boy asked Pete after exchanging hugs.
"This is Patrick." He said, outstretching the arm that wasn’t around Bill. As a circus master would introduce the main attraction, he was presenting me with oddly placed pride.
"Ahhh," Bill said reaching out to shake my hand. "The famous Patrick Stump, how much I have heard about you. I do hope you have fun at my little shindig. I assure you, it will be a memorable experience."
Pete's eyes widened as the taller boy spoke then quickly said his goodbyes, and escorted me toward the house, leaving Bill with Nicole. The other kids had begun running around and splashing in the pool and there were a few other boys I had never seen before hanging around.
"Why do you two keep saying that it'll be a memorable experience?" I asked, sitting on one of the stools as Pete searched through the fridge.
"You'll see." He said, retrieving two bottles of pop and sending me a devious smile.
We sat there for a while, sipping on our pop and making little comments about the expensive things that were littered about the kitchen until a towering, dark-skinned boy with a mess of dark curls came in, laughing and dripping wet.
"Wentz!" He said, slapping Pete's hand before looking at me. "Well, who do we have here? Has Pan found-"
"Travis McCoy, if you so much as say that word I will kill you." Pete said with a firm glare that slowly melted into a smile. "And this is Patrick."
"Nice to meet you," He said, reattempting to shake my hand. "Wendy."
"Oh my god!" Pete yelled, jumping up and running after Travis-who had darted out of the kitchen and began to hide behind Will. "Dude, your boyfriend's a fucking pole, you can't hide behind that shit."
"Yea," Travis began, kissing Will on the neck while sliding his hand up the thinner boy's side. "But he's damn sexy."
Will turned to kiss the boy on the lips, Pete realizing defeat and turning around. He jumped a little when he realized that I was right behind him. When he turned he wrapped his arms around me, and his face met mine. As his lips pushed flush against mine, I took in a deep breath. My heart jumped and I began to wiggle out of his grasp, I really had no reason other than I was scared as hell that I had begun to actually enjoy it.
He let me free and watched as I bolted back to the kitchen. After the initial shock wore off he moved slowly after me with an extremely startled expression on his face.
"I'm really sorry." He said, eyes wandering down to his feet. I was seated back on the stool, rubbing my thighs with the palms of my hands. "I dunno, I just thought it was the right thing to do, and obviously it wasn't and obviously I freaked you out and obviously you think I'm a freak and-"
"Pete," I said, cutting him off.
"What?" He looked up, hazel eyes meeting light blues.
"You're rambling." I said. "And you didn’t freak me out, I freaked myself out."
His mouth formed into an 'O' as he placed his hand on my thigh over mine, moving his thumb in tiny circles on my knuckles. "I'm sorry," was the last thing he said before leaving me in the kitchen by myself.
-
That kiss was the only thing on my mind for the next half-hour. I hadn’t even realized any time had passed until I felt a warm weight on my shoulder, scaring me half to death.
"My life is day dreams of love affairs that I haven’t had yet." Travis said, as if he was reciting something.
"What?" I questioned, trying to make my heart stop beating so fast.
"Pete." He said simply as he and a scrawny blond haired boy, who was tapping on Travis' shoulders, walked back out to the deck.
Lesson of the night learned: Will's friends are weird.
Correction: Pete's friends are weird.
"Why aren't you swimming, Patrick?" A voice said from behind me. I turned to see Bert. I had met him on my first night at the Village and because he was on watch duty most of the day, I hadn't really gotten to know him.
"I really don’t like swimming." I said, drawing absent shapes with my index finger on my pants. "Hey Bert, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"Uhm. Sure." He said sitting on the stool next to me.
"Why are you living at the Village?" I said hesitantly.
He let out a long sigh and took a sip of his water before his eyes met mine again. I questioned the invasiveness of my question for a moment before gave me a small smile, wordlessly letting me know that I hadn’t pushed it.
"Pete rescued me." He said proudly. "I was ten, so it was almost three years ago, and things in my house were getting really bad. My parents never wanted another kid after my sister. I was a mistake; and they made it a habit to tell me constantly. Let's just say, Pete saved my life by showing up at my window one night. He took me away and even to this DAY, they haven’t noticed I'm gone."
"I'm sure they noticed." I said, placing my hand on his shoulder.
"I'm fine," He said, shrugging my hand away without. "They noticed; they just didn’t care. They didn’t come looking. But they're not my family anymore, these guys are." He pointed to the Pete, who was playing with Ryan and Gabe in the shallow end of the pool.
"I wouldn't trade this for the world." He started again, smiling at me. " I'm glad you decided to stay, Patrick; I haven’t seen Pete smile like he has been lately in forever. Or at least not since…"
"Not since what?" I asked, a little concerned. "Does it have something to do with Matt?"
Bert looked at me, taken aback. "How do you know about Matt?"
"Pete and I had a very interesting meeting with him and his friends a while back," I said, trying not to remember the events of that day. "Bert, what happened between Matt and Pete?"
"Well, I really shouldn't tell you." He shook his head. "But... I guess it might be okay."
I nodded for him to continue.
"Well, they were best friends since forever." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "They built the Village together; it all happened way before I came into the story. Anyways, they were together when I got here and they seemed happy until one day, something just snapped in Matt and he didn’t want to be with Pete anymore. He said that this whole thing-everything they did for runaways-was stupid and he didn’t want to be a part of it anymore. He said that we couldn't be kids forever and we needed to grow up. Pete got all messed up and didn’t come out of his tree house for days."
"Wow." I said, suddenly realizing how much that kiss actually meant.
"That's not even the worst part." He said, looking out the door at Pete and the other kids. It was beginning to get dark outside and a few kids had already gotten out of the pool because the air had begun to cool down. "I overheard Nicole and him talking once about how Matt used to be a really nice kid. Then, all of a sudden, he started making Pete do things he didn’t want to and then he... started hitting him."
I knew there was something Pete hadn’t told me. I just never thought it would be something as serious as his boyfriend beating him.
A/n: I'll give you a billion cookies if you can figure out what band is the marmaids and what band is the indians :]