*Author's Note* Hi, everyone who's reading this. It's Cierra. Most people who will read this probably haven't read any of my work before, because most of it is Scooby Doo stuff. I recently got into Peter Pan when me and my friend watched the 2003 movie with Jeremy Sumpter and Rachel Hurd-Wood (who I actually might possibly meet - but that has nothing to do with Peter Pan). I've gotten than movie four times onDemand. I can't stop watching it, and that's mainly because of the romance between Peter and Wendy. It's so innocent, and I love how neither of them really understand it until it becomes critical to their survival (when you kiss a boy and he does what Peter did, you know you are a very good kisser). I especially love the part when Peter and Wendy are just starting to dance, and Peter's like, "Um... where do I put my hand now?" Sooo much like people at my school (which isn't high school, in case you are concerned).

Anyway, this is sort of my sequel to that movie. No, Wendy doesn't go back to Neverland to save it and Captain Hook doesn't come in at all. It's sort of like how they're growing up and moving on, but every so often they think back to each other, and how it affects other people in their lives. I hope you like - I feel really good about this (and I mean it this time!)

And also, for those people who do reguraly read my stuff, ARE YOU STILL THERE? I wrote this story I'm really proud of about Red Herring (scooby Doo stuff) and it hasn't gotten a single review, and it's been more than a month! Is it not on the list of stories? It's called It's Not Red, in case you're wondering. Please someone tell me what the quack is going on?

Okay, sorry about my huge rant. Onto the story!

Thirteen

Had Peter forgotten her yet?

It was Wendy's thirteenth birthday. Six months since she had last seen Peter. Wendy did not know if Peter's memory stretched that far. He had forgotten John and Michael quite quickly.

Of course, Wendy preferred to think of herself in a different category than John and Michael, when they were talking about Peter, that is. She liked to think that she was closer to Peter than the boys were. She had given him her hidden kiss. She had saved him, as she said one day rather smugly to Nana; later, however, she realized that if she hadn't ever been there, he wouldn't have been on the ground, hopeless and broken. She actually wasn't completely sure of why he had needed saving in the first place, but she knew it had to do with her, and that was enough.

Wendy, who was lying in her bed, fingered Peter's kiss. Her parents actually didn't know it was a kiss, but they knew it was quite important to her. She had gotten a silver chain for her birthday to wear it on, but she had decided not to use it. It was not going to change, ever.

Her parents and Aunt Millicent were downstairs, and every so often one of them laughed. This was the sound that Wendy had missed in Neverland. She often wished that she could bring the two places together. That would be perfect. Simply perfect.

Had Peter forgotten her yet? Wendy turned over and stared at the window. She wondered if he would come back, and if it would be tonight. Speaking logically, Peter had no reason to come back tonight, seeing as he had no idea it was Wendy's birthday, but Wendy felt like if he were to come back any night, it would be tonight.

The window was shut, as it was always. Her mother was terrified that the children would leave again, and she made sure to lock the window each night with a special key that she kept in her room.

But tonight… Wendy realized suddenly that she didn't remember her mother locking it. Was it possible… quietly, Wendy stole across the floor to the window, and, ever so gently, tugged on it. It opened without a problem.

She closed her eyes and breathed in the air. Yes, he hadn't forgotten her, she was sure of it. As long as the window was open. Content, she stumbled back into bed, and closed her eyes.

What Wendy didn't know was that her mother crept into the room later that night and shut the window. And locked it. And in the morning, Wendy didn't notice.