Imogen had been staying with Stephen for a few days now, and it was so refreshing for her. If it was her family, they’d have swarmed around her like bees to make sure she was alright, but that’s not what she needed. She needed protection, of course, but she also needed a bit of breathing space and she got that with Stephen. However, she wasn’t completely at ease. While Imogen was reluctant, she knew something had to be done. She tried to put it off as much as possible, but the longer she left it the harder it would be to do.
It was mid-afternoon when her car pulled into the car park of the psychiatric ward of the hospital, and Imogen sat for a few moments in silence, taking deep breaths and wondering what kind of feelings seeing Peter would stir up inside her. Probably resentment, anger, hate and fear. All of those would be pretty overwhelming, but she had to be sensible. Thanks to Stephen, she’d found out that Peter was in fact safe and sound, and even though she was glad she hadn’t killed the boy, that was more for her own sake than his. After a few more moments, Imogen braced herself and got out of the car, strutting up to the automatic doors and stepping inside. She approached the reception desk and plastered on a fake smile, telling the lady in front of her that she was a friend of Peter’s. The words felt like venom on her tongue but her smile didn’t once falter. The woman looked slightly suspicious, but nevertheless directed Imogen to Peter’s room. “I won’t be too long,” Imogen said sweetly.
After a few wrong turns, Imogen finally found the right room. She knocked a couple of times on the door, and immediately wanted to run away. She knew she couldn’t do that. Pushing down the door handle slowly, she opened the door, poking her head around and immediately fixing her eyes on Peter. She closed the door behind her softly and stayed standing where she was, afraid to move any closer. “I ain’t ‘ere ta do owt, don’t worry,” she said firmly. “Bu’ we need ta talk.”
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“I’m fine, ‘onest!” Imogen kept saying to the nurses that still continued to fuss over her, despite the fact that she was going home today. They kept asking if she wanted someone to come and pick her up, but she said no. She knew there were plenty of people that would come, but she would rather make her own way back and surprise them instead. So, with that thought in mind, she quickly hailed a taxi and gave the nurses a quick hug. She was grateful for everything that they’d done - if it wasn’t for their company, she’d probably have been driven insane in that hospital room on her own. Imogen made her way over to the taxi, using crutches for the first time. They were a lot harder to use than she’d expected. Shoving them into the vehicle beside her, she got in and closed the door behind her. Flashing a grin at the nurses, the car pulled away and Imogen sighed with relief at the fact that she was finally going home.
The taxi screeched to a halt outside Imogen’s house, and she paid the driver with whatever money was available in the pocket of the jeans she’d told Ellie to bring for her. She dreaded to think of what she’d have to wear if her friend hadn’t brought her some fresh clothes. She slowly climbed out of the cab and looked up at her house, as though she was seeing it for the first time. Imogen saw faint red stains on the driveway stones and felt her chest tighten. She slowly looked up at the balcony and saw that some of the wooden bars had come away, leaving shoddy gaps. Just thinking about it all made her head start to hurt, so she looked away and headed towards the front door. Realising she didn’t have a key with her, she carefully lifted up one of the plant pots beside the doorstep and picked up the spare key her parents always left under there for emergencies. Once inside, Imogen breathed in the familiar smell of home and smiled to herself. All she wanted to do now was just lie down on her bed and sleep for as long as possible. But… She heard a noise. A loud noise. A noise that meant she wasn’t alone. Imogen froze in place. She knew her parents were still on holiday, otherwise they’d have visited her in hospital. And it certainly wasn’t Julia. By now, it was early evening and the sky was a faint purple, meaning that the house wasn’t as light as it would be during the day. Imogen’s hand reached for the light switch, but stopped before she flicked it. If she turned on the light, whoever was there with her would be alerted to her presence - if they weren’t already. Fuck, Imogen thought to herself as she took a few deep, shaky breaths. She kept her body close to the front door, desperate not to make another sound.
In the days that had followed his argument with Alex, Peter had become caught up in the situation, analysing every detail and trying to work out where it all went wrong. It hadn’t taken long for everyone to find out what he did and judge him for it; something he would have done too if his mind had been anything close to sane lately. Riddled with insomnia, Peter had spent every minute of consciousness thinking about how he could redeem himself and he came up with one option. He would have to go back to the start and sort out what caused everything to go wrong. Imogen. She was the cause. She was the reason Peter knew about Alex being gay. If he didn’t know, they wouldn’t have had that argument. Yes. The argument. That’s when it all went wrong. Of course. Of course. It hadn’t taken him long to start acting upon his thoughts.
Using a public telephone during one of his sessions outside of the hospital, he’d managed to find five Fisher residences registered in the area. Peter had perfected the art of sneaking out of the hospital now and once a day he would go to one of the addresses and watch the house, looking out for a sign of the girl. On the third day, at the third house he saw her. She had wandered outside onto a balcony, looking up at the sky and smiling at the sun before disappearing back inside again. A moment later she appeared with a towel an made herself comfortable, soaking up what rays she could. Typical, thought Peter before he began working out how to get up there. Like a scene from some horribly cheesy American movie, Peter managed to begin climbing up the trellis and the drain pipe. Any normal person would have just rung the doorbell but lately it seemed like Peter had an aversion to front doors, not knowing who would be behind them. Finally making his way up onto the balcony, he stood in Imogen’s direct line of sun, causing a Peter-shaped shadow to fall over her.
Peter watched as the girl opened her eyes, squinting at the dark form in front of her. The sun probably made it difficult to make out that it was Peter standing there, but maybe the halo of orange hairs sticking out from his head might have given it away. He stood staring at her for a moment before he began to speak, keeping his voice low. “I’ve been looking for you.” He cocked his head to one side slightly. “It took a few days but I did it. I’m here.” Crouching down he made himself level with the girl who had a bemused yet confused look on her face. “We need to talk.”
Imogen rolled her eyes before setting a frown in place. “‘Ave ya been stalkin’ me or summat? Look, jus’ move outta tha way, will ya? Ya blockin’ me sun.”
Peter didn’t move; he wouldn’t be told what to do. Instead, he leaned closer to the girl, taking in every inch of her face. He knew what he looked like; wide eyes, dark circles and a hallowed expression only brought to life by the greyness of his face.
"You ruined everything you know." There was no emotion to his voice. The monotony of it made everything else around them seem still and quiet. "With Alex. You ruined everything with Alex. You.” Straightening up to his full height, he squared his shoulders. It was like his mind had been emptied of everything apart from the here and now. As Imogen stood up in front of him, he kept his eyes on her.
"Wha’ are ya on about, ya freak?" Imogen scoffed. “‘Ey, don’t shoot tha messenger - she deffo wan’t interested in ya anyway. ‘Cause she likes girls, remember?”
Peter didn’t flinch at her words and instead took a step closer to her. Being a freak had its advantages sometimes; what people heard about you made you weirder, scarier. People never quite knew what to expect. “I told you before that I wasn’t somebody you wanted to fuck with.” He looked into her eyes, finally registering the tiniest glimpse of panic within. “And now I’m making sure that this time you listen.”
Running Free by PPeter Gere is the most joyful and direct dude I have ever met. He is an avid dancer, photographer and sportsman too. Couple of years ago we spent the summer holiday together with other photogs in Toscana, Italy. This photo captures the moment when he decided to ride down from a hill. June 20, 2014 at 10:14AM
Quizá solo sea una contemplación estúpida, quizá creas que soy una de esas personas que ven la vida de manera extremista, pero pasar tiempo sobre un tren ha comenzado a causar estragos en mi cabeza. No me malinterpretes, el sonido es relajante y la vista es irremplazable, nada que puedas obtener de un automóvil en una avenida en plena ciudad. Pero también es solitario. Las personas se acompañan, puedes ver como el día a día afecta los rostros somnolientos de los pasajeros, y puedes inventarles historias para pasar el tiempo, sin embargo jamás haces contacto directo con ellos. Es como si fueran extraños en un universo distinto, como si el solo hecho de pensar en entablar una conversación les causara agonía. Es algo completamente desapegado, frío. Inhumano.
¿Es que acaso soy la última persona a la que le importa? Mi pregunta tiene dos posibles respuestas. La primera es un sí; y eso sería devastador. Pensar que a nadie le inquieta la chica rubia que llora en silencio fingiendo que nadie la ve, abrazándose a sí misma como si intentara contener lo que sea que la corroe por dentro o el adolescente que contempla los rieles como si fueran la respuesta a todos sus problemas. Y si es un no… ¡Dios!, espero que sea un no. Entonces ¿Dónde están los que siente algo? ¿Aquellos a los que les importa?
Sé que es demasiado pronto, que solo has leído algunas líneas con preguntas que probablemente no tienen cabida en tu mundo, pero… ¿puedo pedirte un favor? Detén un segundo tu vida contémplala y dime ¿Has extrañado el contacto humano aún rodeado/a de personas? ¿Has deseado que alguien rompiera la barrera de lo políticamente correcto y simplemente te diera un abrazo? ¿Has deseado prestar tu hombro a alguien sin siquiera saber su nombre?
Un pasajero solitario.
Peter dobló la carta con cuidado, esperando que quien fuera que se cruzara con el papel no lo descartara como si fuera basura, quería que alguien prestara atención a sus palabras. Nathan siempre había dicho que era un soñador y probablemente lo era por esperar algo así de un completo extraño, pero había pasado el último mes utilizando el tren como medio de transporte por lo que no había podido dejar de notar cuan desapegadas eran las personas, cuan vagamente el término “humano” era usado en esos días. Colocó el papel sobre el asiento y sin mirar atrás bajó en la estación que le correspondía.
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I'm Falling To Pieces But I Need This || Pixiestix
Bella crying in Neverland
Peter walks in and notices her, instantly running to her side
Peter: what's wrong?!
Bella cries harder
Peter pulls her close and hugs her
Bella cries on him and mumbles something in between sobs
Peter -kisses her forehead- what was that?
Bella: Nicky
Peter: what did nicky do?
Bella: he -sobs- I -sobs-
Peter: what happened, love? -holds her tighter-
Bella: We aren't -sobs- i told him -sobs-
Peter: whatever is wrong, you'll fix it -kisses her forehead again- you're brother and sister, nothing's gonna change that
Bella cries harder
Peter looks concerned and pulls her half onto his lap
Bella: I -sobs- disowned him
Peter -pulls back slightly- you did what!?why?
Bella -pulls away as well- because he abandoned me! -hair turns from purple to red- HE LEFT ME FOR SLIGHTLY!
Peter -runs a hand through her hair softly- just because he's dating slights doesn't mean he left you, love
Bella: YES HE DID! HE TOOK HIM WITH HIM FOR THE RECORD DEAL AND THE TATTOOS
Peter: It was a romantic weekend, love. Doesn't mean you were replaced, just means he didn't want to fuck you in a hotel room in London.
Bella: WHY
Peter: Because you're his sister... Are you telling me that YOU want to fuck him in a hotel room!?
Bella: NO I MEAN WHY IS IT THAT EVERYONE HAS SOMEONE AND I HAVE NO ONE!?
Peter: I... Tink, you've got Basil...
Bella: EVEN HE HAS SOMEONE! HE HAS DAVID!NICKY HAS SLIGHTLY!
Peter: And you have me.
Bella hair goes back to purple and she stares for a minute
Peter slides his hand into her hair gently and cuddles her close again
Bella cries some more
Peter kisses the top of her head and lets her cry
Bella: I-I miss- Tootles
Peter -swallows- I do too. Every day
Bella -looks at him all mascara stained- S-she was my someone. N-not that you aren't, or weren't
Peter: I know
Bella: With her, we were even and... I didn't feel it
Peter kisses her forehead
Bella: I didn't feel like i was losing Nicky... even though I was...
Peter: You're not losing Nick. You'll always be his sister.
Bella: I already did, I kicked him out
Peter: You can fix that, Tink. It doesn't have to be permanent
Bella: Why though? He has Slightly. He doesn't need me.
Peter: I kicked you out once, we fixed that. He'll always need you.
Bella -shakes her head- You need me.... to keep you sane -grins a bit- or IN-sane
Peter: I need you always. You're my Tink. And so does he.
Bella: But he doesn't. Slightly can do everything I can and more. All I do is take time away from being with Slightly
Peter: I need all the lost boys and you in different ways. It's the same for nick. You're not Slightly, you're his sister.
Bella quietly "he has a sister"
Peter: He doesn't have another Bella. No one does. You're special, Tink.
Bella: He doesn't want a Bella. No one wants a Bella -holds her finger up- and don't you dare say you do, because you're tainted and biased
Peter: How am I tainted!?
Bella: I've ruined you -small smile-
Peter: Don't even go there, love.You're incredibly special. None of us can function without you. Even Nick.
Bella -crosses her arms over her chest- he seems to be doing a pretty good job
Peter: You're the one that disowned him, love.He loves you. I'm sure he isn't doing well.
Bella: He deserved it
Peter: By going on a romantic weekend with his boyfriend?
Bella: YES -hmphs-
Peter: I think you need to talk to him about this, love, instead of just disowning him
Bella punches his chest
Peter catches her fist
Bella: I must be contagious because you sound just like me
Peter: It must've rubbed off
Bella: You talk to me like I talk to everyone else
Peter kisses her forehead
Bella: And I hold them like this -looks down at her in his lap- well... maybe not like this -shifts awkwardly-
Peter -pulls her closer- see, told you that you were special
Bella pushes away from him gently but looks very torn
Peter bops her nose gently
Bella -sides of her mouth curl up-You're wonderful, you know?
Peter -digs his fingers into her sides lightly, trying to make her smile more- I try
Bella fidgets and smiles
Peter -grins- That's better
Bella -stares straight into his eyes- How do you do it?
Peter: Because I've got people like you to help when I can't do it.
Bella: It's different... being on this side of a conversation...Usually I have one of you crying on me
Peter: about time I take a turn then
Bella: Yeah, don't get used to it. I don't like this side as much
Peter: and I don't like seeing you upset.
Bella -raises an eyebrow- What are you trying to say?That I like seeing you guys upset? -smirks-
Peter -sighs- You know what I meant
Bella -grins- Nope. I don't know you at all. Who are you? Stranger Danger! -screams and runs away from him-
Peter laughs and starts chasing her
Bella -sqeals- NO! -grabs the broom and points the handle a him- Stay back! I'm armed!
Peter yelps and runs in the other direction. "Helllppp I'm afraid of brooms!"
Bella: SAYS THE QUIDDITCH PLAYER!
Peter: YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHO I WAS! Haaaa
Bella: oh. right. -chases him with the broom- STRANGER DANGER
Peter collapses on the ground in laughter
Bella falls over him
Peter -wraps his arms around her- IVE GOT YOU NOW!
Bella -flails- NOOOOOOOO
Peter -flips them over so he's pinning her down- Now you can't get free!
Bella laugh falters
Peter smirks down at her. "Recognize me now?"
Bella blinks up at him, mouth opening and closing like she's trying to figure out what to say
Peter reluctantly slides off her and flops on the ground beside her
Bella doesn't move
Peter -reaches over and pokes her side- feeling better? Are you gonna talk to nick?
Bella -blinks a couple of times- I guess
Peter: he loves you, Tink. We all do
Bella sits up but is looking at the floor
Peter -reaches over and puts his hand over hers- You're irreplaceable, I promise
Bella looks down at his hand on hers
Peter -smirks- otherwise i would've found someone else who lets me sit on tables a long time ago
Bella smiles
Peter sticks his tongue out
Bella closes her eyes and sticks hers out too
Peter licks her cheek and jumps away, giggling
Bella squeals and chases after him
Peter speeds around the room laughing
Bella stops, runs in the other direction and tackles
Peter yelps and falls to the ground underneath her
Bella laughing
Peter flails around
Bella rolls onto the floor still laughing
Peter -huffs out a breath- no fair you tricked me
Bella: I did no such thing
Peter: you did too!
Bella: nope -rolls onto her back-
Peter: you weren't supposed to catch me! -huffs-
Bella -laughs- how do we even have friends?
Peter: we don't, we have siblings -grins- or kids
Bella: i'm not old enough to have kids
Bella laughs
Peter: yet somehow we have five
Peter: how did we end up with that? -rolls his eyes fondly-
Bella: we fucked like rabbit -realizes what she said and covers her mouth with both hands-
Peter -smirks- we definitely did that
Bella still covering her mouth, closes her eyes
Peter -gasps- are you ashamed of me!?
Bella moves her hands from her mouth and smiles, eyes still closed
Peter -whines- belllaaaa that's no way to show your great appreciation for the things my tongue can do
Bella raises an eyebrow
Peter smirks
Bella -closes her eyes again- I have no idea what you're talking about -smirks-
Peter -raises an eyebrow- do you need a reminder?
Bella: It HAS been awhile, it's possible I've forgotten -smirks-
Peter -rolls over half on top of her and leans down so his nose is touching hers- oh really now
Bella eyes shoot open
Peter kisses her
Bella shoves him off and sits up, staring at him with wide eyes
Peter -raises an eyebrow- you can't tell me you weren't expecting that
Bella: You- but- I WAS KIDDING!
Peter -shrugs- I wasn't
Bella: WHY?! -backs away slightly, still on the floor- WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?
Peter: Because... I don't know.
Bella: Y-you...
Peter -runs his hands through his hair- I'm sorry, Tink
Bella: NO YOU'RE NOT! DON'T LIE TO ME! -hides her face in her hands-
Peter: I'm not sorry for kissing you, I'll never be sorry for kissing you. But I'm sorry for fucking things up... again.
Bella: You can't -drags her hands down her face- You can't do things like that!
Peter -huffs out a breath- I know. I just.. it felt like before. I forgot he existed. Forgot you weren't... mine..
Bella puts her face back in her hands
Peter -ruffles a hand through his hair again and draws his knees up, resting his forehead on them, muffled- i fucked up... again... i fucked US up again
Bella -groans- Peter there is no us!
Peter: I didn't mean us as a relationship! i meant us as friends.. us as Peter and Tink
Bella: It's not fair of you to do this to me!
Peter: I didn't fucking mean to! It just.. happened
Bella -looks at him- I want to be able to hang out with you, but you're making it really hard for me
Peter -drops his head back down to his knees- i won't do it again
Bella -trying not to cry- Yes you will. You always will.
Peter: I don't know what you want me to say, then.
Bella: I don't know what it is you want!
Peter: I can't have what I want, so there's no point in you figuring it out
Bella: I don't know what you want from me!
Peter: It doesn't matter, I want you to be happy and I keep fucking that up
Bella: Yes it does! I can't do this every single time we hang out so you need to explain it so I know where the fuck we stand!
Peter: Fucking FIGURE IT OUT then, if we keep doing this every single time we hang out, you should be able to put two and two together
Bella: I'm not doing anything!
Peter -throws his hands up- Want to know where we stand?We'll always fucking be Peter and Tink, like usual. That's never going to change; and I'm always going to be fucking pining after you
Bella tearing
Peter: Because I'm fucking in love with you and that's also never going to changeand sometimes I fucking forget you're not mine because in some way you're ALWAYS mine.
Bella crying
Peter: So every goddamn time we're together this happens.. because i forget that i'm not allowed to be happy
Bella: I'M SORRY, DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU? IS THIS WHAT HAPPY LOOKS LIKE?
Peter: Then don't fucking be with him. He's never around anyway
Bella: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!
Peter: you fucking asked for where we stood. I didn't want to upset you so i didn't want to tell you. I was going to just deal with it on my ownbut we don't lie to each other, Tink, so i had to tell you
Bella: BUT YOUR NOT DEALING WITH IT ON YOUR OWN
Peter: I'm fucking trying to
Bella: YOU CALL KISSING ME EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU'RE NEAR ME, TRYING TO DEAL WITH IT?
Peter: DO YOU WANT ME TO NOT FUCKING BE NEAR YOU? Is that what you want?
Bella: I KNOW HOW MUCH EASIER IT WOULD BE FOR ME IF I JUST STAYED AWAY FROM YOU!BUT I DON'T! -moves closer to him-
Peter: I don't know what you want from meand I don't know how to deal with this. Not being near you is like not having one of my limbs
Bella: people live without limbs
Peter: it's like not having my HEART. But being near you is THE SAME THING. I don't get my heart either way
Bella -quietly- Do you want me to go away? Is it easier for you if I just go away?
Peter -immediately shakes his head and wraps his hand around her wrist- everything's worse without you, even when you're the problem
Bella: Then what do you want?
Peter: I don't know
Bella: Well then I'm going to go find Nicky, and talk to him. You let me know when you figure it out, Okay?
Peter -nods and lets go of her wrist- don't yell at him, Tink. Just tell him what you told me,he'll get it.
Bella -puts her hand on one of his cheeks and kisses the other- And if not, I will send him to you, bloody and bruised -grins a little-
Peter -leans into her slightly and sighs- that's what I'm here for
Bella stands up
Peter: I'll find you when i figure it out, Tink
Bella offers him a hand to stand up
Peter takes it and stands
Bella wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him
Peter hooks his chin over her shoulder and wraps his arms around her tightly
Bella -pulls back and squishes his cheeks with one hand- be good
Peter -makes a face- You too. Don't make me deal with a bloody nibs
Bella -grins- that's all him
Peter -rolls his eyes and shoves her towards the door- go talk to nick
Bella -nods and makes her way out- I'll see you soon love -disappears into the forest-
I’ll Never Tell, Tell On Myself But I Hope She Smells My Perfume || Pixiestix (Flashback)
Peter: -sitting cross legged on the table in the clubhouse-
Bella: What have i told you about sitting on my table?
Peter: -laughs and jumps off- you weren't here -sobers up- tink, love, I have to talk to you about something
Bella: You're a git -lies sideways across his chair- Hmm?
Peter: -all one breath- Imetagirlandwe'regoingoutnow And if I'm not around much it's because I want to spend time with her
Bella: -blinks like 20 times- What?
Peter: I... Met a girl. And we're together now?
You think I'm doing this to make you jealous, and I know that you hate to hear this, but this is not about you anymore || Pixiestix
Bella: -sitting in the clubhouse-
Peter: -walks in, sees her, and turns on his heel to leave again-
Bella: -tackles him-
Peter: -air knocked out of him- what the fuck!?
Bella: Don't you dare ignore me
Peter: Coming from the one who just ignored ME.
Bella: I didn't ignore you!
Peter: You put walls up around yourself I think that counts as ignoring
Bella: And i forgave you!
Peter: And then went and made out with your herb friend -huffs-
Bella: My HERB friend?
Peter: I DON'T EVEN KNOW HIM!
Bella: Basil? Why do you need to know him?
Peter: Because you were fucking kissing him
Peter: -huffs and attempts to cross his arms-
Bella: AND I CAN DO WHAT I WANT! I'M NOT YOUR PROPERTY! I DON'T BELONG TO YOU!
Peter: I didn't say you did!
Bella: Good!
Peter: I don't KNOW why I'm mad at you! Don't ambush me like this before I've figured it out!
Bella: Why does it matter that I made out with him?!
Peter: I don't KNOW!
Bella: Really?! You don't know?!
Peter: No, I fucking don't! Leave me alone, Bella.
Bella: Good then it shouldn't matter that I'm not going to sleep with you anymore because he asked me not to!-turns and walk towards the kitchen area with her nose in the air-
Peter: Because he ASKED YOU NOT TO. THIS IS WHY I WANTED TO KNOW YOUR DANDELION -huffs and throws his hands up-
Bella: WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH KNOWING HIM?!
Peter: BECAUSE YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY FALLING FOR HIM, NOT JUST KISSING HIM
Bella: SO WHAT IF I AM?! WHAT'S IT TO YOU?
Peter: BECAUSE YOU'RE MY FUCKING TINKERBELL AND YOU MEAN MORE TO ME THAN ANYONE ELSE
Bella: -hair changes to blue- I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE! YOU ACT LIKE I'M GOING AWAY!
Peter: YOU ARE GOING AWAY
Bella: WHERE AM I GOING?
Peter: YOU'RE NOT MINE ANYMORE IF YOU'RE HIS. YOU'RE ALREADY FUCKING GONE
Bella: NOT YOURS?! -hair turns blue-
Peter: NOT MINE. EXACTLY. -crosses his arms-
Bella: I WAS NEVER YOURS I WAS JUST SOMETHING FOR YOU TO FUCK!
Peter: -huffs and points at the door- ISABELLA I HEREBY BANISH YOU FROM NEVERLAND. FOREVER.
Bella: -hair turns red- EXCUSE ME!?
Peter: -points-
Bella: -walks over to him and smacks him in the face- THAT'S FOR BEING A COWARD
Peter: I'M NOT A COWARD!
Bella: -smacks him across the other side of his face- AND THAT'S FOR THINKING YOU CAN BANISH ME!
Peter: OF COURSE I CAN BANISH YOU I BROUGHT US ALL TOGETHER
Bella: -gets nose to nose with him and hisses- I have never been nor will I ever be yours to banish -marches away-
Peter: -snarls- FINE. -stomps his foot-
Bella: -spins on her heel- IF I LEAVE, I'M NEVER COMING BACK!
Peter: FINE. HAVE FUN WITH DILL.
Bella: -summons all her belongings-
Peter: -sits down on a cushion with his knees tucked into his chest-
Bella: -erases her name from where they all carved them into the tree- This is your last chance- hair is mostly blue-
Peter: -doesn't say anything-
Bella: -The red and blue hair morph together and become dark purple as she goes over to a picture frame on the wall pulls it off to reveal a heart carved into the wall that says "Peter + Tink" in it, smudges her thumb over her name which causes it to magically disappear before she glares at him and leaves, leaving the picture on the floor-
-everything in the tree house explodes as soon as she's gone-
Peter: -doesn't really register the exploding and curls up on the cushion-
