The Darkest Side of the Moon

A/N: Ok guys thanks for taking the time to stop and read my fanfiction. I hope ya'll like it. It's been in my head for a while now, and I figured I would submit it for other people to see it. Ok so I haven't read the book, I will someday though, in fact I'm going to check it out of the library tomorrow or whenever I go next. So I've only seen the movies and the newest movie with Jeremy Sumpter. Isn't he just the hottest dude in town? Lol I think so anyway! Ok so anyway here is the fic that ya'll came to read.

Wendy sat in her windowsill looking out into the night sky. The black canvas that was called 'evening' was sprinkled with little dots of sparkling and twinkling as if they were alive. The lights down on the streets of London were almost all turned off, with the exception of the few nocturnal people that the city held.

You may wonder what a girl the age of fifteen was doing looking out the window, while the town rested. The answer to that question was simple. She was waiting for Peter Pan to return to her.

Peter Pan, you may ask. Yes, the Peter Pan. The one that I'm sure you've heard in stories and the one that fell in love with a girl, that he left behind, the girl that sat at the window.

Wendy sighed. 'He isn't coming.' She concluded. For what seemed like the millionth time that year, Wendy stood and climbed into bed, double checking to make sure that the window was still open.

She had waited for him for a year now. A year that had been the worst time of her life. Everyday she saw him in her mind, it was eating her away and people were beginning to notice. They suddenly acted like they cared.

John, Michele, and the lost boys noticed right away what was wrong with her. She didn't like to tell stories of Peter and she never wanted to play pirates with them. Even her parents noticed that she had been neglecting her studies more than usual.

Wendy lay in bed looking at the ceiling. She was slowly losing all her memories of Peter. The way he smelled was only coming to her faintly and she missed it dearly. The way he smelled of pine trees and the river was the sweetest smell in the world. Even his face was growing fuzzy in her mind. You could still see his smile that made his eyes shine and his teeth to show, but you didn't feel the warmth like you did when you saw him.

Wendy was now openly crying. Trying to hide her tears as best she could she turned over and buried her face into her feather pillow soaking the fabric. She missed him so much. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear a noise from the other side of her room.

She did however hear it when it grew gradually louder.

"Wendy," it kept whispering. That voice seemed familiar. Soon the 'Wendy's' grew louder.

'It's only in my head,' Wendy told herself, 'He can't really be here.'

"Wendy!" the voice said growing impatient.

Wendy turned around, and lifted her head from her pillow just enough to see the silhouette of a boy around the age of fourteen or fifteen.

"Peter," she whispered into the night. The named seemed foreign to her. She never said his name aloud. It hurt too much.

"Who were you expecting?" Peter said with a small smile. Wendy jumped out of her bed, throwing the covers down and jumped into Peter's arms, crying her heart out, out of happiness.

"Oh Peter!" she whispered into his ear. She had waited for a year to feel his touch, and his embrace and now that she felt it, it seemed her whole body was alive and on fire again.

Peter wrapped his arms around Wendy and returned the hug with full force. Soon they pulled apart and Peter looked into Wendy's honey brown eyes that were sparkling with tears. He cupped her face and wiped the tears away with his thumb. Wendy leaned into his touch, caught up in the moment.

"Why are you crying, Wendy?" He asked her, his breath hot on her cheek sending chills down her spine.

Wendy closed her eyes before replying, "Because you're back, Peter." She opened her eyes and looked into the eyes that she had longed to see. "I had almost given up hope."

Peter smiled that smile that melted Wendy's heart. "Never give up hope." He said before he leaned over and their lips met.

A/N: Aw, isn't that sweet? I think it is. anyway please review I have a lot of cool adventures ahead and I want to submit them soon! Plz? ~Brooks