Tinkerbell was perched on a twig with her arms folded angrily as she watched Peter fly around with stupid, giant, clumsy Wendy.
She missed the days when it was just her, Peter and the Lost Boys. When Wendy wasn't there to keep talking about thimbles and kisses.
What she hated most of all was the way he had caught stupid Wendy after Tink had tried to shoot out of the sky!
The way he held Wendy's hand... how he touched her so tenderly.
Her anger was replaced by a sudden sadness. He could never hold her like that. She was simply too small. She looked down at her dress and saw tears she didn't even notice had fallen.
She hated stupid Wendy.