Searching

Maisie's POV

Not long after the sun had gone down the days events caught up with me and my eyes began fluttering closed.

Slowly I drifted into a peaceful slumber, dreaming of the boy.

I jolted up as I heard something crash in my room. I looked around sleepily and saw the boy looking at me with his beautiful, sad eyes.

"Hello." the boy straightened his back and walked over to the end of my bed. "I am Peter, Peter Pan. Lovely to meet you." He bowed and smiled while speaking.

"You've never looked in my window for longer than three seconds let alone come in my room. Why now?" I asked, sliding to the end of my bed to get a better look at him.

He was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. He looked around my age with messy, dirty blonde hair and deep green eyes. He had an olive tan and was dressed in vines.

He was muscular but not too muscular, as if he hadn't worked out but done a lot of physical labour. He had a minute scar on his eyebrow that looked old but somehow new. Peter was truly beautiful.

I realised after a minute just how long I'd been inspecting him, he didn't seem to mind though.

I looked up at his eyes before speaking, "You didn't answer my question." I told him, waiting impatiently for his response.

"You were smiling in your sleep, you never smile, definitely not in your sleep. You either frown or cry." He moved to the end of the bed and sat cautiously.

"I wanted to know what you were dreaming about." He shifted closer, curiosity seeping into his sad eyes.

Do I tell Peter I was dreaming about him? If I lie and he finds out he might not trust me but if I tell the truth he could think I was a creep for dreaming about him. Especially if he found out why I was smiling. I'd never had such a happy dream.

I have a crush on a flying, possibly imaginary boy. A beautiful boy at that.