((Firstly I think I should just say I of course don't own Peter Pan. That was probably obvious. Second is that I am sort of new at this and all so don't give me the hardest time in the world. I try to make good stories and all, thank you very much! Hope you enjoy the story and all. Comments would be good on my story. That would be a please and thank you. And yes I know! My title really stinks. That is my downfall….))
Never Ever
The shadows in the night seemed all the same in the sky. Your either saw the silhouette of a bird go by or in the far off distance the blinking lights of a plan flying over head. All the normal stuff is what you think you say. But sometimes everything is not as it may seem…as we all seem to know a little, because you never think that that shadow you actually saw in the sky might have been a boy or that those blinking lights you saw were the glittery dust of a small pixie. You just never think those things….right?
He was that thing you think you saw in the sky that might have looked like a bird, but you never pay enough attention to tell because it was same old same old. That boy was the shadow you might have never thought to existed in life unless you heard the stories while being tucked into your bed or even saw the boy for yourself. He was the one that never grew up. He was the one and only…Peter Pan!
The laugh in the night rang out like a bird giving a cry…but only for a sheer moment it was heard. After that you could go back to hearing the normal sounds of the night thinking to yourself 'Was that really a sound or is mind playing tricks on me' sort of thing. None the less though that cry was heard to one of it fullest moments. What a happy sound it was though because to the boy it came from he couldn't be in a better mood really at the moment. He was out and about in one of his favorite places, besides his own home of Neverland of course. It was the place where the boy first say her….the day Peter first laid eyes on Wendy as he fussed about trying to catch his shadow that had once again managed to get away from him and then snagged by the girl he thought he might hate at first. But of course once he saw her he felt something and that something made him think enough that he wanted the girl to come back to his home with him…along with her two brothers. What a Mother she made….for the small time she was there. That was so long ago though that Peter had lost Wendy who wanted to return and realize that she wanted to grow up with her two brothers beside her. Enough of those thoughts though. Peter was back in that place where he had met her and now she was of course older, but who said a hi wouldn't be nice to say. Little did Peter know how long that had really been. Right now though he didn't because he was doing his usual flies around London going up and down and all around with twists and turns and all the things that just seemed to get his blood pumping every time he took flight. Showing off as Tinkerbell had called it though.
Though why was she not saying it now. Because Peter was wanting to do this visit along with only him, himself, and him to see Wendy. Now of course Tinkerbell would always want to come along for the ride and wouldn't hear of it so….he snuck off! Leaving behind though the simplest note he could write up with what Wendy had taut him. Hopefully Tink would be able to read it after one of the lost boys had come across it rushing up to her and trying to figure out what it said themselves. It was a good thing Tinkerbell just knew how to read herself or boy would he be in a load of trouble.
All these thoughts of Neverland and seeing Wendy once again and flying about just clouded Peter's mind as he went about flying over London still. Mostly Wendy was in his thoughts at the moment. So much though that Peter didn't notice really all that was going around him all the sudden though. He was to busy looking up and laying on his back in the air to notice that slowly he was starting to go down….and down….and down…..till….
A crash! A tumble! The sound of the metal trashcans spilling over filled the alley and all around as they clanged with each other and the ground spilling all the trash that it was filled up to the top with. It all now laid scattered though on the ground like a mess of trouble. And under some of it laid a dazed and confused Peter who was still on his back looking up at the sky and now slowly rubbing his head till his eyes closed and his hand feel to the ground.
((Anyway that is all for now. I am not sure where my story is leading at the moment so I want you people to help me out some here and tell which idea you like the best or your own idea. Sorry if these ideas were taken already. One idea is something along the lines of a New Peter(I shall say nothing more) and the other was sort of the new life of Peter. Please help me out here people for the sake of the story! Good day…. ))