For all of you people who thought that Peter and Wendy were made for each other…because a kiss has never been so special. (Written to be a follow up of the Disney Version)
Chapter 1: Growing Up is Never Easy, Growing Down is Just as Hard
Wendy sat at her window and looked into the night. She wondered if she would ever see never land again…or him for that matter.
"No how silly of me." She said aloud. "I was told I would grow up and now, well now …" She sighed.
She had had her own room for almost two years and could hear the boys playing in their room through the wall. She missed their company. Luckily Nana visited her, as her father gave way to their begging upon having her return to the room, but still she never thought she would be growing up this fast. She had heard her parents arguing in the living room downstairs earlier. She could tell they were trying to be hush about it, but her father always failed at that. Her father had always had a strong opinion, and just today she had run straight into it. She remembered that day… So when that evening she heard her parents' small argument, she went downstairs to see them, to ask them what was going on. Her father, over taking her mother's small try to explain, told her that it was time she was found a suitor, and that James would make a good suitor! Her mother argued that she had plenty of time before that, but her father's persistence turned to anger, and his own point to prove that marrying into a wealthy family would be good for them. She remembered how she got so flustered that she yelled over her father that she would not do such a thing. Her mother tried to aid her in her room, and told her that her father was just trying to look out for her; that it was not an arrangement but a wise choice, and that he had seemed like a nice boy. She nodded to her mother, and after receiving a hug and watching her mother leave, Wendy found herself now looking out the balcony.
Her father days before had brought her to some of his evening dinners for his work, and there she was presented like a lady would be. She never liked being put in the spotlight like that, but with the help of her mother's good graces she found a way to hide these feelings and act as lady like as she possibly could. It was on that day that she had met a boy…or was introduced to him. Son of the boss of her father's business, his hair was a dark black and his stature of importance gleamed from his father to himself. His name was James. She acted as politely as she could, and was eventually forced to dance with him. She never liked amusing boys, unless she was telling stories of course…or in the midst of adventure. Yet he was a descent looking boy, and his dancing was not terrible, so maybe she thought, it would get better. But in the later evening when he was tossed aside with her to talk at a table privately by her father, and she had the displeasure of matching his high stature with a high amount of pompous-like attitude. When he asked her interests, after naming off his many boring and adult ones, she replied with telling stories. When he asked the topic, she said "ones about a land far away where we never have to grow up, and a boy named Peter P"…and that's all she got to say before his laughter rang in her ears like loud alarms dismissing her stories for the stuff of children…that she was stupid for telling such lies. The hope that she had found someone new to tell her stories too, since she rarely had time to tell John or Michael any of them anymore. She left the table in a fluster holding back tears, excusing herself to the ladies room. It was one of the worst nights of her life.
She knew her father meant well, with finances and all money matters in life. She had seen it before; aristocracy marrying for wealth. But to James? He was just so…mean! The way he had laughed at her and made fun of her? She felt her eyes start to tear up again. She buried her knees in her new pale blue nightgown. She grew out of her last one. This one was a paler blue and instead of puffy sleeves they were simple went slightly farther than her shoulders, sticking out slightly. Her mother said it made her neck look longer, and chest more open. A ribbon ran under her bust which she now had a slight bit more of now. That's what happened…she grew up.
She found herself looking out into the night, up at the moon and then looking for the second star to the right. Oh how she wished she could just go back to Never Land. She stuck her head out to see her brother's had been put to bed already, and her mother and father were no doubt at another function. She was all alone in her room. It felt like she was all alone in the house too. She couldn't hold back her tears anymore and started to cry. She laid her head down, took out her handkerchief and started to cry. Next thing she knew she had dozed off, her cheeks still wet with tears, on the small couch on the balcony of her room.
But then, a small wind picked up, as if suddenly the wind had changed its mind from stillness to restlessness. Her hand, lying on the window sill holding the little white handkerchief, now with a sleepy lack of grip, slipped through her fingers and out into the night, danced on the winds out into the open air of London.
