Lost and Found

Boys Will be Boys

Escaping Neverland was nearly impossible. Anyone with half a brain could tell you that. No one but the mermaids, who could travel across realms, could leave. And that was exactly what Y/N was counting on. However, the journey could cost her life. Was that a risk she was willing to take? Was she willing to give her life for her freedom? Anything to get off this damned island.

Y/N leaned back against the tree trunk. She was a good ways off the ground, and beneath her by the bonfire some of the older lost boys were talking, oblivious to her presence. She abandoned her plans for the time being to listen in on their conversation.

James' voice floated upwards. "She's alright though, isn't she?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's not like I've actually seen a girl since I've been here, but she is pretty." That was Owen.

"I know right, I mean what I wouldn't do to hit that." Rufio chuckled lowly. "I would have her."

"Shut up! If anyone were to 'have' her, it'd be me. She is mine." Devin argued defensively.

"Yeah, like that'll last!"

"Uh, obviously it will."

The lost boys continued to argue while Y/N sat in the boughs of the trees, shaking her head. And they were all fighting over her. Men were so... Childish. They talked as if she was an object, something to be owned and controlled. It was ironic, seeing as how usually mermaids were the ones controlling men. In truth, though, none of them particularly struck her but Devin.

Felix was alright: he was tall and muscular. He, for the most part, was calm and quiet, watching and listening. He knew more than he let on, was shifty and clever. But he would on occasions turn dark, and all the things that brewed beneath the surface would burst out in fits of violence. Once when Owen asked about his family, Felix flipped out, beating the kid to within an inch of his life.

James was just plain stupid. He was always doing things that nearly got him killed. Jumping off things, throwing backflips, and doing anything and everything anyone told him he couldn't or shouldn't do. Anything. Dares were just a game to him, as if his life (or anyone else's for that matter) weren't worth anything more than a good laugh.

So what about Rufio? Yeah, no, he wasn't even going to make the list at all. Sure he had big arms and could run faster than any of the others, but he was always the one to get himself hurt doing nothing and he was always the one who refused to shut up, even when everyone else was trying to sleep. The guy was never silent and always restless. His limitless energy became irritating, especially when he decided to wake everyone up for a round of hide and seek in the middle of the night.

Owen? He was sweet and cute; he made her laugh when she needed it and he didn't constantly want to fight, like the other boys. But that said, he couldn't actually fight, and the kid was about as strong as a limp daisy. However, he was light on his feet, and quick too. He could climb trees and jump from limb to limb as agilely as if he was a squirrel.

None of the lost boys particularly appealed to Y/N except Devin, who had his own flaws that she overlooked for the sake of his companionship. His main problem was that he was arrogant, and infuriatingly so. He thought he knew everything, and had an unshakeable God complex.

"What are you talking about, boys?"

Y/N heard a new -but instantly recognisable- voice come into the conversation. Pan. The conversation suddenly clipped to a new level of interesting. She shifted in her spot so she could watch the boys beneath her.

"Oh, hey there, Peter." Devin greeted the boy king of the island with nervous causality.

Rufio nodded. "We was just talking 'bout Y/N. She is pretty, isn't she?"

There was heavy pause, in which an awkward feeling that was weighted with a strange energy settled in the air. Y/N frowned. Not being able to see Pan's face, she didn't notice the scowl that was twisting itself onto his features over Rufio's remark about her.

"That's who you're talking about?" He asked, his voice oddly quiet. Neverland seemed to pause, as if waiting for Devin's response.

Devin faltered but, being the idiot he was, didn't realise that that was the perfect moment to shut up. "Yeah, I mean, you see that she's hot, right? I would seriously hit that, do you reckon she'd be up for it? Well, if I snuck her a sleeping poppy, it wouldn't matter would it?" He joked, laughing loudly.