I walked out of the camp to get a little fresh air. Boys can really be obnoxious and annoying, but they were fun at times. Unless his name was Peter Pan. Then you feel nervous and tingly sometimes. Well, that's until he decides he can control everything. Wait, that's all the time.

"Where do you think you're going Y/N?" I turned around. Speaking of the Devil, there he is. "Out?" I replied, pretending it was so obvious. "Why?" Peter raised an eyebrow, inching closer to me. Oh boy. "Oh! Yeah there's this guy I met so... I kinda have to go."

His face turned red as he clenched his fists. "You're not going anywhere." He towered above me, "You're mine." I smiled up at him, rolling my eyes at his obliviousness. "Relax eyebrows, I know." He stood aback, "Eyebrows?" I giggled, grabbing his arm as I walked further from the camp.

"Where you really going to see someone?" I glanced at him, worry filling his eyes. "Maybe..." I smirked, his face turning blank. "W-what!?" he jumped to his feet," Bu-but, I'm hotter!" I stared at him as he rambled. "I'm lovable and and-" Why are you so adorkable sometimes?? "What?" Peter asked, his head tilted slightly to the left. "What?" "You asked me why I'm adorkable?" I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. Great . That wasn't supposed to actually come out! I mentally face palmed myself.