Tinkerbell blushed. Her entire body turned red. "Peter, you shouldn't say things like that. The boys might think we're in love or something."
"They know I like you, Tink. I don't get why you're so embarassed."
"I..." she started, then turned a shade redder, then flew to his shoulder and grabbed his ear. "I kinda like you too, Peter."
"Awww. Thanks, Tink," he whispered back. He pounded the table and raised his voice. "Boys! I think we're about done here. If you want to have a food fight, go right ahead, but I'm going to bed early so I can watch the sun rise tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Peter!" They said, almost in unison. Peter left, taking Tink to the pool. They didn't bathe often, but the pool was what they used if they didn't want to get their beds all muddy or something. Peter had something else in mind.
"Pete, where are you going? Your room's that way."
"Do you wanna bathe with me, Tink? I don't mean just jump in to get the dirt off. I mean take our clothes off and actually scrub."
"Peter... I..." she stuttered, turning red again. "We'd see each other."
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