A/N: Okay guys, my name is Kyleigh and I am absolutely in love with Peter Pan! My parents call me the Lost Girl of Neverland or the Neverlandian Princess. I thought I'd give a go at creating my own little story here. I write this story two times, one on paper to get my ideas somewhere ('cause I SUCK with technology), and then on the computer to put it up. Reviews will be mighty helpful, but I have A LOT of material on paper already, so I'll still update. If you leave a review, it'll help me update sooner. BTW, this is based on the Peter Pan movie by Disney in 1953!
ENJOY!
It had been three years, eleven months, and seventeen days since Wendy, John, and Michael had returned home to their parents after their marvelous adventures with Peter Pan and his Lost Boys. Wendy would be turning eighteen in two months. And, once again, she had fallen asleep while writing stories and drawing spectacular depictions of her time in Neverland. And there he was, standing on her windowsill, staring at his sleeping beauty. He hadn't come to her house and checked on her nor her brothers in four months, much too long for his liking. But, then again, when he often felt he couldn't go on another day without seeing the Darlings, he often reminded himself that they hadn't seen him in almost four years.
"Peter," Wendy mumbled his name. At the mentioning of him, he slid into the shadows so he wouldn't be seen. He then noticed she was still asleep.
PETER'S POV
There sheis, Wendy Daring. She is asleep at the desk she has many papers on. When she mumbles my name in her sleep, I am surprised and afraid she has seen me, so I hide in the shadows. When I realize she is actually asleep, I took notice of how cute her voice had sounded. Stop thinking like that Pan! I reprimand myself. She is the friend I admire most. I had been really sad when the Darling kids had left me and Neverland and returned home. I was sometimes mad at them, but I remembered how they had looked at their parents when they returned. I knew they were happy to have gone home, but I also knew they missed Neverland. I would occasionally stop by London and see how they were doing. Most of my trips were made in the middle of the night, when they were asleep, but I had come to their home twice during the day, and had only seen Michael. Wendy had stirred again. I was early in the morning. The clock on her wall read five fifty-five, at least I think… When the Darlings left, I learned time so I knew what time it was and what day it was in London. I had asked the high court, made of the three Indian chiefs, six different Fairies, four elves, and one dwarf to change our time in Neverland to be the exact same as London. They agreed, since it wasn't a big deal, and so I now have the same time as Londoners. Suddenly, a door in the clock opened, a bird came out, and loud bird songs blasted through the air. Wendy sat straight up in the chair she was slouched in, and I flew away as fast as possible.
WENDY'S POV
Oh! That blasted clock had once again wakened me from my wondrous dreams, and dragged me back into reality. I got up from the desk I had fallen asleep at, again, realizing there was a delightful breeze coming in through the window. It smelled so good, like spring, and new beginnings, and… hmm, I can't quite put my finger on the last one, but it was familiar. Wow, wow, wow! When had the window come open!? I remember closing it last night! Oh well!
I walked into the walk-in closet my room had. My room is the nursery and the adjacent room now. The adjacent room is my closet and storage, and the nursery my bedroom. I continued to share the nursery with my brothers until I was fifteen. My mother finally sided with my father and decided I needed a room of my own. I had pleaded with them to let me stay in the nursery. John and Michael offered to move out, because they knew how important it was to me. So, the boys moved to the second floor of the house. And I refused, and still refuse to see it as growing up. I still tell stories to the boys every night before bed and play Pirates and other games with my brothers, though lately, John, being fourteen, sometimes thought he was much too old for, and I quote, "such childish things." I put on black pants that come just a centimeter off the knee, and a blue blouse. I slide on my docksiders, which are WAY more comfortable than any heels or even flats I own. I head down to the second floor and go to my brother's connected rooms. I hear whispers coming from Michael's shut door. I knock, and hear feet scurrying across the floor, and the creaking of springs as two mischievous boys try to cover up being awake. I walk right in and say,
"You two would make bad spies, and even worse Lost Boys."
"Oh, thank heavens it is only you Wendy, we believed it was Mother," John replied, coming back into Michael's room.
"Wendy, you r-really-y thin-n-nk I'd be a-a t-t-terrible Lost Boy?" Michael manages to whimper, as his bottom lip begins to quiver. Even though he had turned nine two months ago, he was sweet and innocent as ever, and was hurt easily.
"Oh Mikey, I just meant you two were being loud, and failed at being sneaky and quiet. But I believe Peter would be highly privileged to have a boy like you in his troupe," I reply as I wrap him in a hug and pull him into my lap as I sit on his bed.
"What about me, Wendy? Would I make a swell Lost Boy too?"
"Why, of course John! You could help strategize! You have gotten quite good at that," I tell him, and rub my fist on his head, to mess his hair up further.
"I believe you'd be the BEST EVER Lost Boy, Wendy!" my youngest brother exclaims.
"She'd be a Lost GIRL Michael. Not a Lost BOY," John corrects him.
I'm lost in the depths of my mind, in the depths of my imagination, thinking of what Michael just said. That is, until Michael shakes me from it.
"Come Wendy, let's go downstairs for breakfast before Mother and Father start wondering where we are."
A/N: Thoughts? Comments? Concerns? Errors? How'd ya like it?
faith, trust, and pixie dust,
Kyleigh :)
