leaderoflostboys:
Peter lowered himself to the forest floor, and wrinkled his nose in a smile when he spotted the girl. He couldn’t place her, but she seemed to know him, and fondly so. Quite right, he thought, a grin spreading across his face. Pan crossed his arms over his chest, and surveyed her. “You look very clean; did I miss bath day?” He asked, laughing down at his scuffed and mud encrusted toes.
From the way Peter reacted, Charlie knew Peter didn’t remember and that fact stung in her chest. She never wanted to give him the satisfaction though, so kept a brave face. “Thank you.” She cocked her head at him. “Don’t you always?” It felt like the lost kids had always been messy in one way or another. She’d had fun with that for a while, but had come to prefer being clean with time.















