A/N: Ahoy there! I was just about to write a new L/J story when I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. So I went, and while I was in there I decided to play pretend. I was Wendy. And some imaginary person was the opposing adult. So I said, "I'm going to go somewhere where no one can find me!" And then it hit me. A Peter Pan story. So there you go. Also, if you want, you can take this gift I am giving to you now. It's a bottle with red liquid inside; with a tag that says drink me on it.
Do you want it?
"But I don't want to meet them! They sound like absolute prudes!" Wendy crossed her arms over her chest and pouted in her chair.
"Wendy! You foolish child! Don't say such things about your aunt and uncle. Oh, sit still!" Mrs. Darling said while Wendy had gotten up and sat down across the room, on the floor.
"I won't! Mama! I don't want to meet them! I want to stay up here and-." She was cut off by the sound of Mr. Darling shouting up the stairs, "Madame! They're here!" The sound of the door and two voices saying hello could be heard from downstairs.
"Oh! Wendy, come here this instant! If you don't I shall have to box your ears." Wendy gasped and shot back across the room and into the chair where her mother finished brushing her hair. She placed a blue bow in her hair to finish off the lovely up-do.
"There, all finished. Now Wendy, my dear, please, your aunt and uncle have been waiting a very long time to see you. Show them what a beautiful young lady you have become."
"But-." Mrs. Darling gave her a warning look. "Yes mother."
"Good, now let us not keep them waiting any longer." Mrs. Darling picked up her skirts and walked out of the room, with Wendy following suit.
Downstairs, Mr. Darling and Wendy's aunt and uncle, Mr. and Mrs. Sweeter waited patiently for Wendy and Mrs. Darling. They did not look at all sweet. In fact, they looked like bitter old prunes. Just as Wendy had predicted.
"Good Evening, Mr. and Mrs. Sweeter. Shall I take your coats?" Mrs. Darling stepped forward.
"Yes thank you." Mrs. Sweeter replied. Mrs. Darling took their coats and handed them over to Mr. Darling who put them into the hall closet.
"Your front step has a loose brick; I suggest you get that fixed. My husband nearly tripped over it and broke his neck." Mrs. Sweeter said. It was obvious who wore the pants in the relationship. Looking a little taken a back Mrs. Darling replied, "I shall get onto it as soon as I can."
"So where is Wendy, I should like to see her." Wendy stepped forward with her eyes towards her feet. She curtsied deeply, and when she straightened, she continued to look at the floor. Mrs. Sweeter was not very nice at all, in spite of her name.
"Stop looking at the ground child! Look up!" Wendy's chin snapped up and she came nose to nose with Mrs. Sweeter.
"Hmm, she seems respectable, her hair is a little on the red side, not such a good thing, and her eyes are rather large, they look like they could see into my soul." If she had one. Wendy thought. "And she is a little too tall for my liking. Her ankles are very thin; if I were her I should not want such small ankles.I suppose she'll do. For the time being, but Madame, you must teach her to look at people, not at her feet." Wendy felt like she was about to cry. How dare that woman say those things about her! She barely even knew her! Mrs. Sweeter then grazed past her and into the Dining room, where she sat down and seemed to wait for the rest of the party to follow suit. Exchanging rather alarmed looks, Wendy, Mr. and Mrs. Darling, and Mr. Sweeter all walked into the dining room, and sat down at they're respectable places.
"Mrs. Darling, I thought you said you had two other children as well. Where are they?" Mrs. Sweeter said the moment Mrs. Darling sat in her seat.
"Oh yes. I do, two boys in fact. Their names are John and Michael, but they are asleep. They had a very long day today. Mr. Darling took them and Nana out to the country side, and stayed their all afternoon. They could barely keep their eyes open when the arrived home." Mrs. Darling smiled remembering her two boys coming home.
"I see. I should like to meet them. When would be a good time for that?" Mrs. Sweeter asked.
"I'm not entirely sure, perhaps in a fortnight or so?"
"Yes, perhaps." Mrs. Sweeter replied. Mrs. Sweeter was just going to say something else, when the cooks brought in their supper. It consisted of roast chicken, peas, carrots, corn, rice, and asparagus. Of course, Mrs. Sweeter had something to say about all of it.
"This chicken seems to be a little dry and this asparagus in undercooked. Mrs. Darling, you must acquire some proper cooks." The rest of the family ate their food in silence. Mrs. Sweeter had stopped talking for about two seconds when Wendy managed to humiliate herself further. She had dropped her fork, and when she went down to pick it up, she bumped her head on the table. "Ouch, that hurt." Wendy rubbed her fore head.
"Oh darling, are you alright?" Mrs. Darling turned to face her daughter and gave her a kiss on the fore head.
"Yes Mama, I'm fine."
"Should I get you some ice? I think I see a bump coming!" Mrs. Darling rushed off into the kitchen, returning as fast as she could with a little cloth sac of ice.
"Here you are." Mrs. Darling applied the ice to Wendy's forehead.
"Maybe that bump to the head will knock some manners into her." Mrs. Sweeter said.
"What did you just say to me?" Wendy jumped up and put her hands on her hips. "You're the one who needs some manners knocked into you. First you come in here and insult me, then you insult our cooks, and you say I need manners knocked into me?" Mrs. Sweeter looked at Wendy with her jaw dropped. Mr. Darling's moustache bristled with anger. "Wendy! Go to the nursery at once and think about what you have just said, then come back down here and apologise to Mrs. Sweeter!" Mr. Darling shouted.
"Fine! But I'm not staying there, and I'm not going to apologise! I'm going where no one can find me! Somewhere where there are no grown ups to tell me what to do!" Wendy shouted back at him.
"And where might that be?" Mr. Darling shouted.
"Neverland."