The Greatest Adventure of Them All

Chapter 1

Peter's POV:

I looked around at my room. I grinned as I remembered painting it to look like Neverland with Wendy...splattering paint all over...The Darlings had bought a large yet somewhat quaint house right between the country and the city. We had a very spacious backyard in which to do whatever we wanted, and a pool as well, but there were always cars zooming back and forth out front. The whole big family had to move, so they did, and not too far, so that everyone could still see their friends and such. I am now the proud adopted son of Mr. and Mrs. Banning, good friends of the Darlings'. They had lived for quite some time without much money, and so they quickly accepted when the Darlings invited them to stay with them, and I met them soon after. We have more than enough space in here...I thought, due to the fact that the house was not quite a mansion, but not small enough to qualify as a house. Everyone had their own rooms, but the boys were forever sleeping over in each other's rooms. Wendy and I had done that too, but that was not to be known by her parents...I chuckled to myself. Wendy and I go out as often as possible, once we got our work done, naturally. I was home schooled last year, and this year would be my first and last year of high school, due to the fact that I caught on so quickly. I signed up for nearly all the same classes as Wendy, and with her help, figured out a few that I would want to take, but she didn't. Hey, we still have our differences! I'd grown a lot over the past year. I looked down at my boxer-clad self. Yeah, I was frickin' hot! Not to be arrogant or anything...Wendy always described my body as a skater-boy figure, with sun-kissed skin. I looked up as Wendy bounded into my room holding two laaaaaarge muffins. She had grown up quite a bit...I had now gotten used to that thought. She had more curves and showed more skin than she used to.

"Mornin' Petie!" She said sunnily. She wore a white tank-top and a pair of girl's boxers. She bounced onto my bed next to me. Her hair was slightly disheveled, I guessed that she had just gotten up. I tousled her hair, saying, "'Morning babe."

"Shall we?"

"Let's" I scooted over on the bed and she snuggled up to me as I flipped on my TV to Cartoon Network. It was our Saturday morning ritual to watch cartoons and eat muffins. I kissed her lightly and ran my fingers through her loooooooong hair, which was down to her waist, and curled slightly at the bottom. We smiled at each other, and turned to the TV, which was now depicting Daffy Duck go up in a blast of smoke, except for his bill and eyes, of course.

Wendy's POV:

Peter and I watched cartoons until the more boring ones came on. Then I remembered the muffins, sitting forgotten on the table next to the bed. I snatched them both and shoved one into Peter's mouth. He spluttered for a moment as I laughed, then said, "Ohhhh, girl, you are going to get it!" and a split second later, I found myself beneath Peter, with him tickling me all over, giggling until I couldn't get any breath.

"Peter...air!" I gasped, and he rolled off me, and I took a deep breath. He was roaring with laughter, holding his sides. I smirked, and pulled him over to me...I had just remembered something.

"Hey...Peter...remember when we first met? " I asked, holding his hand and rubbing it with my thumb.

"Hey! I remember that too..." We were thinking of when he was right on top of me and he had been tickling me...and then backed off because he realized what it looked like. I chuckled a bit, and whispered, "But you're not shy anymore, are you?"

"Not in the least..." he murmured, his nose touching mine. The next instant, he took my lips prisoner in his, nibbling softly on my lower lip. I responded with what I could, and licked his top lip to get him to deepen the kiss. He obliged nicely...mmmm...I tasted a bit of chocolate from the muffin that had been deposited on the floor and overlooked. Suddenly there was a click and the door swung open. Peter and I broke the blissful kiss and whipped around to see the intruder. Slightly stood there, looking rather revolted. I grinned sheepishly at the small teenager, a freshman at my school next year. He said, stammering, "I- was s'posed to tell you to come a- and run a couple errands for mum..." He cringed visibly, and dashed from the room. Peter smiled, and kissed me again, then said, "Umm...yeah, I doubt our parents would like it terribly if they found us making out half-dressed. Ehhe..." He shuddered, apparently at the thought of what our parents would do at that lovely sight.

"Yeah..." I agreed. I ran over to my room, which was painted to resemble the sky at different times of the day. One wall had a sunrise painted on it, the other a bright noon sky, the next a painting of dusk, then a starry sky. I closed the door softly behind me, and contemplated my now large wardrobe for what to wear. It now had many odd outfits inside, such as the outfit from Tiger Lily, a large deep purple gown from the Jolly Roger when we looted it, some of the old-fashioned clothes from the chest the boys had found so long ago, and other various apparel that struck my fancy. I finally decided on my knee-length baggy shorts and the tank-top I'd worn to bed. Then I French-braided my hair in two pigtails to add a more girly effect. I jammed my feet into my Vans and opened my door to find Peter standing there in a button-up shirt with the top three buttons undone, and a pair of jeans with a load of holes in them, tight at the hips and looser on the legs. He grinned at me when he saw me checking him out. He took my hand and we walked down the stairs, and my mum stood at the bottom, and before we had a chance to say anything, she handed us the list of things she wanted us to do.

"Okay, you two, I want you to take the car, not the dirt bike, so you can carry everything. Oh yes, also, I want you to shop for clothes if you need any for school, and I put in a list of everything you and your brothers need." Peter and I rolled our eyes as she turned around to get her wallet.

"And stop those rolling eyes, I have to take care of eight boys and a girl, and I'm not gonna get all this done without help. Your father is watching everyone all day, Wendy, and I'm off for grocery shopping." She thrust a handful of money into Peter's hands and said, "Bye!" and whisked out the door. Peter said, "Oh-kay..."

"Wow, Mum's rather busy this week." I muttered. Peter stuffed the money into his wallet, residing in his back pocket.

"Alrighty, guess we should get started."

"Target first?"

"Okey-poke."

"Poke?"

"Yep. Heheh..." Peter poked me gently in the ribs. He smoked me to the door, grabbing the keys from the hook on his way out. I ran there too, then cheated a bit by flying, not far from the ground, to the car. I squeezed into the driver's seat barely faster than Peter.

"Ah- ah ah...I have the keys!" I poked him in the jumper cables and deftly picked up the keys where he had dropped them.

"Suckah!" I crowed. Peter stuck out his bottom lip and pouted, then hopped into the passenger's side. Off we drove to Target. Little did we know what was to come...sooner than we thought.