Peter looked through the clear glass of the window, fumbling for the handle. He smiled. It wasn't locked. It never was. He snuck in and crept past the two boys sharing the nursery, towards the familiar head of curly blonde tresses. "Wendy! Come on! Wake up!" He whispered so as not to wake up her brothers. She slept soundly, though, and didn't wake up as he had asked. The boy grinned impishly and very gingerly picked up the covers and slid in next to her. "You know, with all the hype around getting into a girl's bed, I would think it would be a bit more challenging." He said to Wendy as she turned over, saw him and jumped out of the bed as if it were on fire.
"Peter!" She hissed, "It isn't proper! What in the heavens are you doing?"
"Something not of heaven, my dear!" He giggled at his own joke. At her horrified face, he mended his statement to, "I was trying to wake you up! Come on, let's go!" he chided impatiently.
"Oh, Peter, where ever are we going?" she grinned, grabbing her coat. It was a game they played often. He smiled back and replied,
"Off to Neverland! Here we go!" they both laughed quietly and recited "Faith, trust, and just a little bit of pixie dust!" and laughed again, as they jumped off the balcony and towards the second star to the right…
"Oh no, Peter! Not the mermaid lagoon again! They're absolutely dreadful!" Wendy declared. Her and Peter were deciding where to go, as they had already been everywhere at least once.
"I don't see what the problem is! The mermaids are great!" Peter responded.
"They tried to drown me!" she huffed.
"For the last time, they were only teasing!" He lifted his hat, which was resting on his face, to look at her and lied back down on his tree limb. They were in the forest, and hanging on a tree like children.
"I think the only reason you go is for the attention." Wendy smiled knowingly.
"Whaddya mean 'attention'!" Peter started defensively, sitting up straight as a post.
"Oh, you know," she said coyly, "How they play with their hair, and they smile, and they giggle at all of your horrible jokes…" Wendy smiled and demonstrated each of the tactics as she listed them, enjoying Peter's reaction as his face contorted into dawning recognition, and then disinterest as he laid back down.
"Fine. How about, oh! Um, there's this cave, but it sings!" he said excitedly.
"Howling Rock. We went. " She answered dejectedly. "Peter-" She opened her mouth to speak but nothing would come out. "The Lost Boys' Tree House." Wendy sighed. "It isn't very far from here, and I haven't seen them in ages." She said, although the words she had almost said hung between them. The tension was breathable.
"That sounds fun." Peter replied awkwardly. She had come here every night for almost seven years, and her time was almost up. And they both knew. He smiled at her, but she could tell it wasn't real. Nothing here was.
"Alright. The tree house is that way right?" She pointed in the wrong direction, just to get Peter to say something.
"Gosh, Wendy! How many times!" He shook his head, jumped out of the tree and headed off in the right direction and grinned at her in that boyish way of his. Because that's what he was. A boy.