This is a short Peter Pan story I wrote, based off the 2003 live-action movie. Obviously, there was some sparks between Peter and Wendy. I do not own these characters. This takes place after the movie. Review please.
Not a day had gone by that she didn't think of him.
Peter Pan, her first love. The only boy she'd ever kissed. The only one she'd ever wanted to, for that matter.
It'd been two years. Two long years, and Wendy Darling had began to grow up. She'd moved into her own room, and was becoming quite the young lady.
She always left the window open in wait. Sometimes, she'd wait by the window, hoping, praying he'd come back to her. But he never did, like he'd promised. So she shut the window, locked it tight. It was almost has if she locked her heart along with it.
One night, she woke suddenly to banging on the window, and she hurried to open it. But there wasn't anyone there, not a soul. So she simply slipped back in bed.
Only minutes later, she heard a crash in the room, and noticed a shelf of books had fallen.
"Peter?" she asked hopefully. No reply. She repeated, "Peter, answer me. Peter?"
"It's me," whispered a gentle voice. "You've grown."
"Well, yeah," Wendy smiled, searching the dark room for the boy, "It's been two years."
"I haven't," he said, proud of himself.
"You live in Neverland," she pointed out. Suddenly, he was at her side.
"You could live there too," he whispered, "You could stay with me, forever." Though he had not aged as he'd said, he still seemed to look older, even so. The muscles on his arms and chest were more prominent. His jaw bone was solid, his hair short. But his eyes…his deep blue eyes, were young as ever.
"I can't just pick up my life and go," Wendy snorted.
"Sure you can," Peter murmured pleadingly, "Come back with me tonight."
"Mother and Father…" Wendy said sadly. "I can't leave them."
"Write a note," Peter sighed, "They'll understand."
"Peter," Wendy replied, "Things are different now. What we had, all those years ago, it's different now. It's over."
"No!" Peter shouted, "You promised me…You…" Was he crying? "You told me you'd never forget me…that you'd always be here…"
"I haven't forgotten you. And I am still here. I just can't be a child forever."
"Sure you can. You just have to say yes," he sighed, wiping his eyes. "Please. I'm so alone."
"You could have come back with us," Wendy said.
"And you could have stayed," he said, "but you left me."
"I grew up," she groaned.
"No!" he argued, "Your only two years older. There's still a chance! Come with me."
"Father has found a suitable boy for me to go with," Wendy muttered. "His name's Henry."
"It's not true!" Peter ran to the window, "Do you love this Henry?"
"No I don't," Wendy said, "But I don't have a choice."
"Of course you do!" Peter exclaimed, "You loved me once. Love me again."
"It isn't so simple," Wendy murmured.
"I won't leave without you," Peter said sternly, "Come on now."
Wendy looked at the window. She starred at Peter for a long while, and then she looked at the door, leading to her parents and brothers. She smiled. "Let's go."
Peter grinned his perfect smile, "C'mon!" Wendy barley had time to write a short letter. But she promised she'd return soon, at least to visit. And then she hurried to Peter's side and left.
To Neverland.