AN: Just something random me and my cousin thought up. Please read! You never know, you might like it :D
Peter looked around anxiously. The Lost Boys were busy trying to free Tiger Lily so Peter was free to go visit Wendy. He had a huge crush on Wendy and really didn't feel like letting the Lost Boys find out about it.
"Peter!" Curly said, popping his head through one of the many doors leading into the tree house Peter and the Lost Boys called home.
"What?" Peter asked too sharply, as he dropped his bag of things he was taking to Wendy's house. Her parents had agreed to let him visit once a month, and he had a whole space of floor already.
"Come help us! The Red Men are putting up a real good fight!"
"No! I…have other business," Peter answered, leaning down to pick up his bag.
"What's all that stuff?" Curly asked, tilting his head in a questioning manner.
"Uh…nothing," Peter was quick to say. Curly looked disbelieving but shrugged and walked off. Peter sighed and leaned heavily against the wall. That had been much, much too close.
Hurriedly he re-zipped his bag and took off into the air before anyone else could interrupt. Most of his thoughts were occupied with Wendy so he wasn't exactly paying attention to where he was going. Before he knew it he was flying over Kansas.
"Oops," he muttered sheepishly to himself. He was way off course. He was supposed to be just over England...where had he gone wrong? Just as he was about to turn around, something collided with him and knocked the air right out of his lungs. Then everything turned fuzzy and Peter lost track of where he was.