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My Darling readers (heh): I hope you enjoy my story, I'm trying my hand at something slightly more romantic, but don't worry; it won't get too sappy. Just a teenager's difficulties, and then some. You'll see ;) Thanks so much for reading my story, please give me reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own the story Peter Pan or any of the ideas from it. Those belong to the wonderful people that made it into a movie (an amazing movie that I've seen 3 times so far) and of course, J.M. Barrie, whose book really gave me a better perspective on the entire story.
Prologue: Peter's Rejection
Wendy was the only member of the Darling household that hadn't lost hope in Peter's return. "He won't come back," the Lost boys kept telling her sagely. "It's just how he is, you know. We're growing up now and he'll have found new adventures." But Wendy just smiled at them and disregarded their words.
The Lost boys were turning into quite civilized gentlemen. All were enrolled in school except the Twins, who would be home-schooled by Mrs. Darling until the Darlings could afford to send them off as well. Once quite wild ruffians, they had settled down to life in London and, though not quite as respectful of Mr. Darling and his business-like, calculating ways, they adored their mother and hung on her every word.
In fact, it seemed that everyone, including John and Michael, was growing up quite satisfactorily. except Wendy.
She sat at the window seat in her room, staring out the window. It was open and a spring breeze brushed through her long, golden hair and made her squint her soft blue eyes. "Peter," she whispered, scanning the night sky. "Come back, Peter. Please don't forget me." She looked away after a moment, sighing, and went to bed.
A few minutes later, the darkness was disturbed by the presence of a boy. Peter Pan stood in the window, regarding Wendy with a thoughtful expression. She had grown. like he had. "I won't forget you, Wendy," he said.
Wendy sat up, startled. Her face lit up when she saw him, his body reflected in the moonlight. She jumped out of bed and rushed to him. "Oh Peter!" she cried. "I knew you'd come back, I just knew it! I've waited for you every single night and the Lost boys said you wouldn't come, but I knew you would, I told them you said you wouldn't forget me. They didn't believe me, of course, they thought it was rubbish, of course..."
He put a finger to her lips and her words ceased as she looked into his dancing sea-colored eyes, eyes she had not seen in a long time. He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. Her heart fluttered in her chest and her bedroom blurred before her; she felt a lightness pressing through her.
"Girls talk too much," he joked a moment later, jumping to the floor beside her and bowing, as though nothing had passed between them.
Wendy nearly forgot her manners; as soon as she had finished curtseying, she said with much dismay, "Peter, you've grown!"
"Yes," he said uncertainly.
"Why?" she inquired, not seeing that he didn't want to talk about it.
Peter shrugged, and then sighed. "I spend more time here, in your world, than I do in the Neverland, Wendy. I...I can't find happiness there like I could before. And, the more I come...the more I grow up."
"Well, everyone must grow up sooner or later," Wendy responded matter-of- factly.
She saw his expression harden slightly. "Well, I will not grow up!" he said vehemently, and his voice reverberated around the room. Wendy stepped back. Peter saw that he had startled her and put a hand on her shoulder. She met his eyes questioningly. "Wendy, I've been coming here too much. I must go back to the Neverland before I lose it entirely. I came to you to say goodbye."
"Goodbye? Peter...would you ever consider staying here, with me, and John and Michael, and the Lost boys?" There was a pleading note in her voice and she put a hand over his own, both of them still resting on her shoulder.
"Stay and grow up? Never!" He backed away to the window.
Her heart in her eyes, Wendy implored, "But...won't you miss us?"
"I shall remember you," he responded curtly.
"But Peter, that's not the same! I'll never see you again! And we won't be able to have adventures together." He was frowning, wondering where the conversation was going.
"Peter," Wendy whispered, looking at the ground. "I love you."
"Love?" Peter said quietly, and Wendy looked up, surprised by the harsh tone in his voice. He crossed the distance between them in a moment and was looking her directly in the eye. "I do not love anyone! You can't make me love!" He turned his back on her and hovered upward to stand on the window seat.
Tears were filling Wendy's eyes now. "Peter, I think you do love me," she whispered to him. "I think you do."
"Then I will forget you!" he said, and flew away through the window.
"I won't be forgotten!" Wendy screamed after him into the night air, running to the window and clambering up on to the window seat. She seized the closest thing to her-the necklace that hung about her neck with Peter's kiss upon it- and flung it into the night sky with all her rage and hurt.
Wendy jumped down and threw herself upon her bed. She cried long into the night before her grieving heart was overtaken by her exhaustion, and then she fell into a fitful sleep.
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Peter flew straight back to the Neverland, glaring at the world around him as he did, and even the Neverland reacted only very reluctantly to his presence. He settled himself in the house he had built after the lost boys had left. "I won't love. You can't make me love anybody!" he shouted at the walls around him. But, in his sleep, he cried out only one word: "Wendy!"
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First chapter is coming, it'll be a jump in time. I know the first one was kind of the same theme as a lot of other peoples' stories, but don't worry, it'll get more original soon enough. Keep reading!
My Darling readers (heh): I hope you enjoy my story, I'm trying my hand at something slightly more romantic, but don't worry; it won't get too sappy. Just a teenager's difficulties, and then some. You'll see ;) Thanks so much for reading my story, please give me reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own the story Peter Pan or any of the ideas from it. Those belong to the wonderful people that made it into a movie (an amazing movie that I've seen 3 times so far) and of course, J.M. Barrie, whose book really gave me a better perspective on the entire story.
Prologue: Peter's Rejection
Wendy was the only member of the Darling household that hadn't lost hope in Peter's return. "He won't come back," the Lost boys kept telling her sagely. "It's just how he is, you know. We're growing up now and he'll have found new adventures." But Wendy just smiled at them and disregarded their words.
The Lost boys were turning into quite civilized gentlemen. All were enrolled in school except the Twins, who would be home-schooled by Mrs. Darling until the Darlings could afford to send them off as well. Once quite wild ruffians, they had settled down to life in London and, though not quite as respectful of Mr. Darling and his business-like, calculating ways, they adored their mother and hung on her every word.
In fact, it seemed that everyone, including John and Michael, was growing up quite satisfactorily. except Wendy.
She sat at the window seat in her room, staring out the window. It was open and a spring breeze brushed through her long, golden hair and made her squint her soft blue eyes. "Peter," she whispered, scanning the night sky. "Come back, Peter. Please don't forget me." She looked away after a moment, sighing, and went to bed.
A few minutes later, the darkness was disturbed by the presence of a boy. Peter Pan stood in the window, regarding Wendy with a thoughtful expression. She had grown. like he had. "I won't forget you, Wendy," he said.
Wendy sat up, startled. Her face lit up when she saw him, his body reflected in the moonlight. She jumped out of bed and rushed to him. "Oh Peter!" she cried. "I knew you'd come back, I just knew it! I've waited for you every single night and the Lost boys said you wouldn't come, but I knew you would, I told them you said you wouldn't forget me. They didn't believe me, of course, they thought it was rubbish, of course..."
He put a finger to her lips and her words ceased as she looked into his dancing sea-colored eyes, eyes she had not seen in a long time. He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. Her heart fluttered in her chest and her bedroom blurred before her; she felt a lightness pressing through her.
"Girls talk too much," he joked a moment later, jumping to the floor beside her and bowing, as though nothing had passed between them.
Wendy nearly forgot her manners; as soon as she had finished curtseying, she said with much dismay, "Peter, you've grown!"
"Yes," he said uncertainly.
"Why?" she inquired, not seeing that he didn't want to talk about it.
Peter shrugged, and then sighed. "I spend more time here, in your world, than I do in the Neverland, Wendy. I...I can't find happiness there like I could before. And, the more I come...the more I grow up."
"Well, everyone must grow up sooner or later," Wendy responded matter-of- factly.
She saw his expression harden slightly. "Well, I will not grow up!" he said vehemently, and his voice reverberated around the room. Wendy stepped back. Peter saw that he had startled her and put a hand on her shoulder. She met his eyes questioningly. "Wendy, I've been coming here too much. I must go back to the Neverland before I lose it entirely. I came to you to say goodbye."
"Goodbye? Peter...would you ever consider staying here, with me, and John and Michael, and the Lost boys?" There was a pleading note in her voice and she put a hand over his own, both of them still resting on her shoulder.
"Stay and grow up? Never!" He backed away to the window.
Her heart in her eyes, Wendy implored, "But...won't you miss us?"
"I shall remember you," he responded curtly.
"But Peter, that's not the same! I'll never see you again! And we won't be able to have adventures together." He was frowning, wondering where the conversation was going.
"Peter," Wendy whispered, looking at the ground. "I love you."
"Love?" Peter said quietly, and Wendy looked up, surprised by the harsh tone in his voice. He crossed the distance between them in a moment and was looking her directly in the eye. "I do not love anyone! You can't make me love!" He turned his back on her and hovered upward to stand on the window seat.
Tears were filling Wendy's eyes now. "Peter, I think you do love me," she whispered to him. "I think you do."
"Then I will forget you!" he said, and flew away through the window.
"I won't be forgotten!" Wendy screamed after him into the night air, running to the window and clambering up on to the window seat. She seized the closest thing to her-the necklace that hung about her neck with Peter's kiss upon it- and flung it into the night sky with all her rage and hurt.
Wendy jumped down and threw herself upon her bed. She cried long into the night before her grieving heart was overtaken by her exhaustion, and then she fell into a fitful sleep.
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Peter flew straight back to the Neverland, glaring at the world around him as he did, and even the Neverland reacted only very reluctantly to his presence. He settled himself in the house he had built after the lost boys had left. "I won't love. You can't make me love anybody!" he shouted at the walls around him. But, in his sleep, he cried out only one word: "Wendy!"
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First chapter is coming, it'll be a jump in time. I know the first one was kind of the same theme as a lot of other peoples' stories, but don't worry, it'll get more original soon enough. Keep reading!