Authors Note: Yep, guess what, my first fanfic. Nobody ever reads Peter Pan except me, it seems, so I love you people who write stories on this subject.
Disclaimer: I do not own any charachters, ect., ect. Those belong to the people I love for creating this cutsie story.
Chapter 1
I was sleeping, having a weird dream having something to do with flying and fighting, when I felt something like a finger on my lips. I opened my eyes and there was a boy floating above me! I woke up fully and attempted to sit up, falling onto the floor, tangled in my blankets. All I could hear as I briefly tried to free myself was a ton of barking from my dog, Eva. I untangled myself from my sheets and looked around the room, but there wasn't anybody but Eva, trying to climb up the wall and barking crazily. I went to bed again, thinking that I had been dreaming or hallucinating when I thought I'd seen the guy.
Later when I went to high school, I kept thinking about the supposedly non-existent guy. He was impossibly cute, but there was something about him that gave me a punch-in the-stomach feeling. That's the only way to describe it. I still got the feeling just by thinking of his face! I was sitting in class, and my teacher nearly gave me heart attack; she barked, "Wendy, would you mind joining the rest of us on planet Earth?" I realized that I had been completely spacing out. I shook my head no, and looked back down at my desk. I saw the face of the boy in my hallucination on my paper; Why do I always draw well when I'm drawing unconsciously? I wondered to myself. I then found myself thinking I hope I get that hallucination again. Could he be real? He couldn't be... At any rate, I hoped that I would dream about him again.
After school, I caught up with my two brothers, Michael and John; Mike's in elementary still, and John's in middle school. I suppose it's weird with the age barrier, but I love to hang out with them. Our favorite thing to do together is act out made up stories, with me narrating and acting. We also talk about everything together, but I thought that I'd rather not tell them about the guy from my dream. Normally, we especially share weird dreams. I figured that they would say, Well, it was only a dream... But I rather still wanted to be able to feel that it was somewhat real.
"Hey you two," I said when I'd caught up with them walking home from school. "What do you want to do today?"
"ICE CREAM!" Mike shouted. Whoa...pretty big mouth for such a little kid. The school year was nearly over, and it was really hot out, so John and I agreed to that, and headed down to the little ice cream place on the corner, and for a few minutes, I forgot about my dream.