Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan or any of its characters, but I do believe in fairies.
A/N This is my first fanfic. Any suggestions or thoughts will be appreciated. Read and enjoy!
Julie sat in the backseat of her mother's red convertible pouting. She DID NOT want to go to her Great-Grandmother Margaret's dusty old house, and she defiantly wasn't up for spending the night there. Julie was a girl of thirteen year. She wore her long hair (Which she dyed black) in a single plait behind her back, just because her mother made her. She, on the other hand, would much prefer something dangerous, maybe involving spikes. She had on a bright pink sundress tied on the back with a lacy ribbon. She hated pink.
"C'mon Jell, you're still young, still gay, innocent, and heartless," Her mom called to her from the front seat. "And I bet Great-Grammy will teach you how to fly!"
Julie raised one eyebrow, "Gay? Fly? What is this lady talking about?" she thought. "Uh, mom, where'd ya get that from?"
"You know."
"Uggh, its not your imaginary friend is it? The one you named Peter? What was he again—a rabbit right?" Julie sighed. It wasn't like this situation was unusual or anything, her mom talked about this so-called 'Peter' all the time.
"No, He was a little boy. And I was his mother, even though we used to be the same age. I liked Peter, very much." Her mother replied promptly,
"What do you mean 'used to be the same age'?"
"Peter never grew up because he lived in Neverland, and you cannot grow up in Neverland, even if you wanted to. No one could. It was impossible. Even for me, even for Peter," She sighed and made to carry on with her story, but quickly placed her attention back on the road after narrowly missing a semi-truck. The two stared at the semi as it went by. The label on the side read in bold green letters PIXIE DUST. "Oh, did I tell you about Tinkerbell, Peter's fairy friend? I never met her; she died even before my Great-Grandmother Jane got a chance to meet her. She helped Jane's mother—Wendy was her name—fly!"
"Mom, you can't fly, and you're too old to believe in fairies. I don't believe in fairies." Julie explained to her mother. "What an idiot!"
The mother threw an evil look at her daughter and took her hands off the steering wheel. "I DO BELIVE IN FAIRIES, I DO BELIVE IN FAIRIES!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs and clapping her hands as hard as she could.
"Not here, not now, not in a convertible!" Julie thought to herself and shrunk down into her seat. Maybe no one would see her that way. "Mom! Put your hands on the steering wheel! I am not going to die here on this stupid highway!"
Her mom spent the whole rest of the car trip talking about Peter, and all his magical fairy friends. Julie spent her time sticking her head out of the window to drown out her mother's annoying squawking.
Later"Honey, we're here." Julie's mother cooed and shook Julie's shoulder. " Wake up, its already eight a.m.!"
Julie groaned and rolled over to face her mother. Her neck was sore from sleeping in the car and her cheek had a red indent from where the seatbelt had been. The car was parked on a cobblestone-studded street near an old tall dark building pressed closely against newer apartment houses. But the old building had a friendly, almost magical air to it, and its beauty far beyond of the apartments. Her mom pointed to the old building, "Let's GO!"
"It's not like we have to be anywhere right away." Julie moaned.
"I know, but your great-grandma wants to see you."
"You know she can't mom, she's blind," Julie said blankly while rubbing her shoulder.
Her mom looked at her sternly. "You know what I mean," she said, and yanked Julie's arm as to get her out of the car. "Please come, darling, you haven't seen your grandmother since you were two! You don't even know how much she misses you! Oh, and she's not blind, she just constantly misplaces her glasses."
"Bet she doesn't know who I am when we come in!"
"How will that bet work if you never get out of this car?" Her mother pointed out. Julie slouched out of the car with a defeated look and walked slowly up to the doorstep, without saying another word to her mother.
"The moment of truth," whispered her mother. Julie held her breath as she knocked the door to the building. "I really don't want to go in." Mother and daughter paused, waiting for the door to open. Again, Julie knocked. "Stupid old people, they can't hear anything!" She shouted and pounded her fists against the door.
"Jell, I don't wan't to hear you speaking like that about your elders, and also stop hitting the door, it's not your property. And another thing, what's with your attitude? Now when we get inside I want you to act nice, and while we're there, wear the clothes I pick out for you, no more black! I'm sure Margaret will be happy if you behave properly, do you hear me?" Her mom raved on.
The door then swung eerily swung open by itself. "Weird, I thought this only happened in horror movies, not in real life!" Julie exclaimed and peered into the dark shadows of the house.
"What only happens in horror movies?" She heard a shaky voice call. "Old ladies opening doors?" Julie looked down to see a woman peering from behind the door, her silver glasses shining at the girl.
"Old is right," Julie muttered under her breath.
The old lady's eyes twinkled. "My, you're just as saucy as the fairies back in Neverland, only you have black hair," Margaret smiled at Julie who had a surprised look on her face. "Great-Granddaughter, I don't have the hearing that I used to, but I know an insult from a mile away." She looked at Julie again, who still had the same look on her face. "What?"
Julie jumped up in surprise. "Oh, my mom just won a bet, that's all."
"Oh," Margaret said sadly. "Let me show you in." Margaret beckoned to Julie's mother, who walked up to the lady and smiled.
"Its so great to see you again. I'm sure Julie's glad to see you too." The mother stated and followed Margaret as she began a tour of her ancient house.
Julie lingered on the porch for a few seconds. She knew she wasn't surprised that her mom won the bet, because she always does, or that her Great-Grandmother heard her insult, because she did shout, but for something else. That something, maybe it was the house, Margaret, or just magic itself, caused Julie, if only for a split second, to believe in fairies.
Yay! My first fanfic! Sorry if it's short, I shall increase length of chapters if necessary and blah. Please R&R! Or is it R&R please? Or is it Read or and Review? Or is it and Read Review or? Or is it Review and/or read? Or is it Review or Read and? So many choices...