Imagine: You’re good friends with Felix, but Peter always get jealous, though you’re not even his girlfriend.
‘Hi Y/n, Felix, I need wood for the campfire, would you go and bring some?’
You rolled your eyes. Every time you were sitting or talking with Felix, Peter came and found a reason to send his lost boy away. You were only friends with him, but Peter always got jealous, because he thought you felt something for Felix. You weren’t actually dating Pan, but everyone knew you belonged to him. He was just so possessive and childish sometimes, he couldn’t believe you didn’t like Felix like that, even if you had told him many times.
Felix was about to stand up, but you pulled him back.
‘No, there’s no need for that. We were just talking, Peter!’
‘Actually, there is need. And I don’t like when you talk to other guys in the middle of the forest where nobody can see you’
Felix got up, gave you a meaninful look, then walked away. That meant you had to deal with Peter alone. Brilliant.
‘I can do whatever I want!’ you yelled. ‘ I’m not your property! I’m not even your girlfriend’, you said that last sentence more quietly. It was a sensitive topic for you two to talk about your relationship.
‘Yet’ he mumbled, but you couldn’t hear it clearly.
‘What?’ you raised you eyebrows.
‘Nothing’ he said, and immediately turned away in frustration.
‘So if I understand correctly, there’s an island full of boys, and I can’t talk to them, because you got jealous every time?’ you asked.
‘Umm… Basically yes’ he nodded.
‘Great. I don’t know when will you finally understand that I don’t like them, and you don’t have to be afraid or jealous’ you sighted.
‘Why?’ you could see a light smirk on his lips.
‘Because I love YOU, not them!’ you yelled louder then you intended.
This time his smirk was obvious.
‘Oh, so you do?’ he raised a brow.
‘Maybe.’ you mumbled.
‘You could have said that earlier. Because I love you too’ he said it with ease.
You couldn’t help but step closer and kiss him.
‘I wanted to do that for a lond time’ you whispered when you pulled away.
Peter brused his fingers through your hair and smiled.
‘I wanted to do that for a long time, too’ he pulled you closer by your waist and kissed you slowly, but passionately.
‘Now you believe me that you should not have been jealous for any of the lost boys?’ you giggled.
Oh, I wish you could meet my wife. My wife who lives in England. She couldn’t be sweeter, I wish you could meet her! My wife who lives in England! Her name is Martha, she lives in London. She cooks like my mother and sucks like a hoover! Haha! I write her every single day just to make sure that everything’s okay! It’s a pity she lives so far away in England! Last week she was here, but she had the flu. Too bad ‘cause I wanted to introduce her to you. It’s so sad but there wasn’t a thing that she could do but stay in bed- with her legs up over her head! Oh! I wish you could meet my wife, but you can’t ‘cause she is in England! I love her, I miss her, I can’t wait to kiss her, so soon I’ll be off to Martha! (pause) I mean London! Shit… Her name is Martha, she lives in Lond – She’s my wife! My wonderful wife! Yes, I have a wife who lives in England! And I can’t wait to eat her pussy again!