NOTES: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! THESE CHARACTERS ARE AMAZING AND AWESOME AND STUFF SO I COULDN'T HAVE POSSIBLY WRITTEN THEM.

ALSO: I dont have a beta, so please ignore grammar and shiz... I'm not the best speller either (word spell check was done though :D)

I'm not sure where this is going to go... BUT review it if you think i should keep writing or if I should quit whilst ahead :D

WENDY'S WISH


Wendy

The cold winter evening shook the abundance of snow from the trees outside the window of 16-year-old Wendy Darling's bedroom window. Sat alone on one of the three tiny beds in the overly large room sat a girl with long brown hair tide up in a blue ribbon and bright inquisitive eyes to match. Wendy loved the color blue. Everything about it made her want to smile, but tonight was not a night for smiling. In fact, you would think that this girl, the one sitting by herself in a lofty attic bedroom with dim lamps set on every surface, would never smile. You see Wendy has a secret. One she has never told a living soul. Not even Nana, her trusted caregiver. A secret crush on a boy she has only ever met in her stories, a boy who completely shocked her emotions into believing in something so fickle as love. He ran around her subconscious constantly, causing mayhem and mischief where ever he went. This is one of the things she liked most about Peter.

"Peter." Even the whisper of his name sent deep shivers down her spine. It was not that it was an unusual name of any sorts. It was just that Peter had given her something that she had never believed in before. Freedom. She longed for the day that her father would let her make all her own choices. She felt like Alice. Lost in a world that was not her own. A world created by her father that tried to mould her into what her father thought was appropriate. "Peter." A feint smile started to play across her lips as she lay back on her pillows, staring up at the ceiling, counting the 17 cracks in the plaster. 17 cracks.


Peter

Peter sat and watched as Wendy lay on her bed by herself smiling gently. Always smiling.

"I wish I knew what she was smiling about!" Peter grumbled to himself for the umpteenth time since the summer faded to autumn and he had stumbled upon the very window he was now peering into. She was beautiful! With her careful grace and beautiful lips… Lips. He could never understand why, but her lips seemed to enchant her. It was all he could ever think about on the long journey home.

THUMP. "Oh god!" Peter exclaimed as his foot slipped from the ledge and his head was thrust forward into the glass. He made to quickly move out of her line of vision but too late. The terror in her eyes was undeniable. He could not blame her of course, a strange boy sitting on the ledge of a third story window in the middle of a snowstorm. The look gave him an unexpected pang. He did not like the way her eyes changed from their gentle and loving state to pure horror at the mere sight of him.


Wendy

She blinked. This can't be happening she muttered to herself, her eyes wide with disbelief. The was not a chance in the whole of the world that this boy could be sitting on her windowsill watching her as she… well, as she did nothing.

"I must have fallen asleep. Yes! That's right! I have simply fallen asleep and this is all just a dream!" She told herself, but if this was a dream then she could talk to him. "PETER!" she called and laughed at the startled expression on the boys face. "Come in Peter its ok!" The boy moved tentatively at first. Almost as if not to fully believe his daring. Slowly he unlatched the window and flew... I mean dropped, into the room still wearing his confused but excited expression. Like a little boy who was just told his Christmas wish was going to come true but by an older sibling. Not totally believable but believable to make you excited enough that your facial expressions give you away.

"How do you know my name?" he enquired. This had Wendy stumped. How did she know his name? I would sound to strange to say that I imagined you in my head before tonight, but this is a dream! Isn't it? How else would she know this boy whom she'd never met before's name?

"Do not know my name then?" she asked, downcast. How could he not know her name when she had spent every waking moment for the past 3 months thinking about nothing but this boy and his freedom? His excitement.

"W-Wendy, Wendy Darling." He stuttered, stopping Wendy in her tracks. He knew her name. He just said it! She couldn't believe it! He knew her name, and the way he said it. It could make the bottom fall out of any girl's stomach.

"Yes," she replied. Her attempt at cool indifference failing miserably with the crack her voice made. She still could not believe a boy could make her feel this way from simply uttering her name. There must be something wrong with her! This dream was far too realistic to be normal.

"I'm sorry." He stated, abruptly bringing Wendy back from her inner thoughts, "I didn't mean to stare. It's just that… umm… ever since I first saw you through your window at the beginning of autumn, I haven't been able to stop coming back." He smiled sheepishly. "You just looked so happy all of the time it was just hard for me to stay away."

This was news to her. "A-autumn?" she asked, her voice cracking for a second time. That was about the same time she had begun to write her stories about him, this young boy of about her age with the bright blue eyes. Her heart stopped. "Am I awake? Or am I Dreaming?"

Confusion appeared on the boys face, "You're awake." he replied the confusion in his voice making her heart flutter. Why did he have to be so god damned attractive when he was confused?

What Peter said finally dawned on her. "Oh. My. God. I thought you didn't exist! I thought I made you up in one of my stories! How can you be here? How can you-" she broke off abruptly. What she had seen earlier. That was no trick of the light. He flew. Just like he did in her stories.
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Peter

He was becoming more and more confused with this girl's erratic behavior, a figment of her imagination? I don't exist? "Just to clarify," he said, "you think that I'm just a figure of your imagination? I don't exist? That I couldn't possibly exist because you write stories about me?"

"Y-yes." She Stuttered. "I've been writing about you for months and months, you were kind of almost an obsession" she confessed guiltily.

Well this was new to him! Could she maybe feel the same way that I feel about her? Could the fantasies he constructed potentially become a reality? Would she even consider the possibility that she could come with him to Neverland? The land that held the very essence of youthful innocence! A place with no limitations and no one to pass a snide remark at your slightest fumble! Well, except for Tink, but she doesn't matter at this point!

"Why have you been at my window since autumn?" she asked, bringing his train of thought to an abrupt halt. "What I mean is… What could have possibly possessed you to keep coming back? It's just me and my brothers here at night. Nothing interesting ever happens in here other than the occasional tumble out of bed, or me." A sudden gust of wind ripped through the room, causing Wendy to lose balance and began her ungraceful decent to the floor. He lunged, reaching her just in time for her to land on him.

"Oof!" Her petite frame was either extremely misgiving or she was about to break her tailbone.

"Oh! Peter!" She exclaimed, overly breathy, "You saved my life!" A little melodramatic he thought, but never the less he was pleased at her reaction. At least she hadn't thought that he was creepy or anything. That would have made his goal here tonight rather more difficult than he would have necessarily liked. It was already going to be nearly impossible to convince her that it would be the right decision to make. I mean, come on! Its not every day that a flying pixie boy comes out of nowhere to ask you to fly away with him a never look back. The thought of his response had there been a proposal reversal was enough to make him scoff! But still, he had to ask her! It was the only way he could survive on the island any longer… The boys were cool to hang around with but even the best of them needed a girl to make things better. He was struggling to look after the boys now that they were getting older at heart. Obviously they could never truly age, such is the magic of Neverland, but still they were teenagers in children's bodies, and to be brutally honest, he just couldn't handle them alone anymore.

They were unruly and overtly horny at all times. Not to mention what they do at the moment the lights go out. As much as he knew convincing her would be all most impossibly challenging. He had to! He also had needs; he was just more experienced in how to conduct himself. He was a lot older than most when he was smuggled away by the pirates during one of their more infamous journeys onto the mainland. But that was what, 10 years ago? Longer maybe… he hadn't seen his family since. He hadn't wanted to. They would have forgotten him by now, stopped looking, and moved on without him. He was stuck in Neverland, his own perfect prison cell.

"Really it was nothing," he tried to sound cool and nonchalant, "anyone would have done the same thing." A look of joy mixed with anxiety flashed in her eyes. Odd thought Peter, I thought she liked me. I thought that she would have been glad to see me. All that nonsense of him pretending that the reasoning behind her knowledge of him name was all a façade. He knew that she was writing about him. Knew that she should have been over the moon that her one true love had finally confronted her. Had he misjudged her pen? Misread the signs and obvious hints that she was leaving for him, scattered in her writing? Was he that much of an idiot to think that maybe she was only story telling, writing something that had no relevance to her life, but just a fiction story with a character by the same name because she just couldn't come up with another one suitable.

Now he was just being paranoid. She would come with him! She had to! "W-Wendy" he asked tentatively.

"Yes Peter?" she replied, he could see right through her façade. Her false nonchalance and overly cool tone she was trying to use.

"What would you say if I told you that Neverland was real?