A.N: This is my first Peter Pan fanfiction. This is based and after the film. The plot will be clearer onwards. Please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything! I'm poor --'

Wendy's POV

He had never left my mind. Until about three years ago, where I convinced myself he wouldn't fly to my window ever again, and I forced myself to erase him from my constant thoughts.

My brothers had grown tired of me, since I couldn't bring myself to tell stories. I passed the nights looking out my window, and my father, eventually, moved me out of the nursery. I couldn't get out of my bed for a week. I moved out of the nursery. I grew up.

My parents sent me to boarding school, a year ago, for I had turned down, coldly, any possible candidate to an engagement and gained a bad reputation. My father, pressured by my aunt Millicent, made the final call.

The train stopped; we had arrived at the school's train stop. Elizabeth shook my shoulder. "Come along, Wendy. We have arrived." I noticed I was dosing off, concentrated on my thoughts and the rain drops, trailing curious paths on the window. The rain had stopped, but the water accumulated at the top of the train still fell.

I stood up, rearranging my uniform. While I took my trunk out, Elizabeth and Corliss were gossiping about some new student.

"He's the son of the prestigious Pannerson family, so I've been told," Elizabeth affirmed excitedly. "When the news arrived to my family, my mother instantly told me to meet him. She was hoping for me to gain an engagement." She said. I could read in her face that she would not be bothered by that. At all.

"I heard he was sent here, because he was always running away from his home. In defense of himself, he said he was searching for a house. The house of his true love." She sighed. I chuckled at Corliss. It sounded ridiculous.

"It sounds like the boy has been naughty," I snorted.

"Peter. His name is Peter Pannerson." Aubrey said, from behind me. Peter? My heart trembled and fell for an instant. It can't be… "And you can forget it, both of you. He's mine." Aubrey smiled devilish, and walked away.

"She'll have to figure out a way to know him. I heard he's a year older than us."

I had turned seventeen, this summer. I moved up a grade.

"I've grown up," I whispered to myself.

"What was that, Wendy?" Liss asked.

"Nothing, nothing," I trailed off the train and saw the crowd that was filling up. A few meters away, I saw a bold/brownish nest of curly hair. Someone called 'Peter!' and he turned around to his left side. My heart was racing, my thoughts stopped and even my feet were frozen.

"Wendy Darling! Come on!" Elizabeth shouted. When I reached her, I stopped but the crowd made it impossible for me to see the boy I was previously watching. Still, I could sense someone had turned around.

I arrived at my room and found out I was sharing it with Corliss.

"Liss, may I take the bed by the window?"

She smiled and nodded. She was very kind.

I started unpacking, while I heard Elizabeth and Aubrey shouting enthusiastically, in the next room. The girls dorms where at a side of the school and the boys at the other end.

I walked over to their room. I put my hands on my waist, and asked, as if reprimanding them, "What is all the hysterical screams for?"

"We're discussing ways of meeting the new Peter," Aubrey answered proudly. I rolled my eyes, secretly worried and walked back to my room. I had finished tiding up my things, and I waited for Liss to be ready. The bell for dinner rang, and the students were to direct themselves to the dining hall immediately. Liss still had some things laying on her bed. "Oh, well! I'll finish up later." We arranged our uniforms quickly, straighten up the jackets, arranging the white blouse and smoothing the folds on the knee-long skirts.

We walked into the dining hall, and got our food. We sat at one of the long tables, near some of the girls of our year. The mood around me changed completely as some gained huge smiles and we're arranging their hair and all. I looked up; I had been scrambling around with my food, my eyes set on the plate.

Courtney and Sarah, were pointing at a group of boys that had just entered the hall.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"That, my dear Wendy, is the great Peter Pannerson." My eyes glared at him, at the recognition of his face. Did I knew him? A little, hopeful, voice inside me was whispering to me who it was. But it couldn't be. He refused to grow up; that could not be him.

He turned around to my table, probably sensing the motion that was arising. He saw me, and looked straight into my eyes. He ran to the table. He sat in front of me, and asked with a trmoulous voice, "Wendy?"

At the sound of his voice, I stumbled. The fork that was traped between my fingers on my right hand fell to the floor, and I whispered, "It can't be…" Astonished.

"It is me." He murmured.

"It can't. You don't grow up." I picked up my fork from the floor. I had dreamed of this moment so many times, I knew it could not be more than a dream. Peter Pan cannot grow up. Cannot feel, I remembered Hook's words.

"I did, Wendy. For you," he stood up and walked to me. Elizabeth and Aubrey were staring, shocked.

He kneeled to my height, forcing me to look him straight in the eyes. The deep shade of green was immortal, I still saw the boy that said: to die, will be an awfully big adventure.

"Peter…," How could it be?! "Oh, Peter!" I stood up quickly and wrapped my arms around him. He tighten his around me, and whispered: "Am I still ungallant and deficient?"

"You're no longer a boy," I murmured. He smiled, widely. How longed have I waited to see his smile again?

"I'll tell you everything. Just not here," he said. I looked around and noticed all eyes were on us. "After dinner, meet me in the west entrance of the gardens." He whispered in my ear, only for me to hear. The west was the girls side.

Peter went back to his table, leaving me still a bit mortified. I felt his eyes on me all dinner long, while my friend asked me how I knew him. I wouldn't answer.

"When did you meet?!" Aubrey asked.

"Once upon a dream…" I said, smiling back at Peter.