A/N: Hello, my fellow fangirls and fanboys.
So I am writing my very first T rated story! Ahh, so scandalous.
I hope you enjoy it, it's kind of dark but its DarlingPan so what would you expect?
Today I took a walk on the clouds, today I took I walk on the clouds. Used to keep my eyes wide shut but now I'm staring down.
Ordinary Human, OneRepublic.
Wendy Darling kneeled on the edge of her bed, staring out her bedroom window, sighing. Her father had come home drunk again, and her mother retreated to her study to avoid her husband. Again.
So, naturally, all responsibility fell on Wendy's shoulders. She had to make dinner, set the table, clear off the table, wash all the dishes, and make sure her brothers didn't bite off each other's head.
Wendy sighed again, gazing at the night sky. Oh, how she loved those shining stars. Absently tracing the window's frame, she wondered what it would be like to dance amongst those sparkling spheres.
Yeah, right. Wendy rolled her eyes and pushed away from the window and fell on her back on her mattress.
She hated her life. Hated it, and almost everything in it. Her parents expected her to get straight A's, to be the perfect daughter and sister. They took her talents for granted, as something they could brag about to their friends. She hated her teachers, and she was certain they weren't too crazy about her, either. Wendy had no real friends, none that she was concerned with anyway, and the ones she did have were the rich, snobbish children of her parent's rich, snobbish friends. Her brothers weren't currently on that list, but if they kept acting the way they were, their names would soon be added.
If only there was someone, anyone, who actually cared about her, not how rich she was or her grades in school. Wendy threw an arm over her eyes and tried hard not to cry.
In the end, her willpower failed her. Big, fat tears came out of her eyes and rolled across her temples and landed in her hair.
Suddenly, she heard a loud crash.
Wendy sat up quickly, wiping her eyes and looking around for the source of the sound. Her gaze finally rested upon the smashed pot on the ground beside her dresser. Strange, she thought, standing and moving to pick it up. Just as she did, the lamp on her bedside table seemed to jump off and fall to the floor.
"Shut up!" Her brother, John, yelled down the hall from his room.
Wendy was frightened. "Who's there?" She asked, voice cracking. She winced and tried again. "Come out." A shadow appeared on the wall beside her.
"Who ya talking to?" A person called out from behind, tone saturated in arrogance and sarcasm.
She whirled around and saw a boy, maybe a few years older than herself, standing on her windowsill. He was tall and thin, but muscular. He was dressed peculiarly, in a tunic made of green leaves stitched together and green pants with brown leather boots to complete his bizarre ensemble.
The lad noticed her staring at him. He grinned wickedly. "Like what you see, love?"
Wendy shook out of her trance. "Who are you and what do you want?" She demanded.
The boy smirked, crossing her room and leaning against the bookcase on the far wall. "I'm so wounded that you don't know who I am." He feigned a hurt expression. "I'm certain you've heard of me."
Realization set in, and Wendy was not afraid. She was mad. "You're that deranged freak who's been running amok, kidnapping innocent children!"
He chuckled. "I'm not kidnapping them. They're coming willingly."
She snorted. "Yeah, agreeing in some drugged-up haze. Well, I'm not coming with you, drugged or not."
He stepped closer, and Wendy had to fight the urge to run away. His eyes were lit with interest. "Do you believe in magic?"
Wendy shuffled toward her door. "No. I'm not a child anymore. I don't have the luxury of make-believe."
"Would you be convinced if I showed you?"
Her eyes widened, and she gawked at him. "You're crazy," she spat.
He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I thought we'd already established that. Think of one thing you want. Anything. Well, anything that'd fit in this room."
"Fine. I want a four course dinner with steak and chocolate cake for desert." It was the first that popped into her head. She was hungry.
He smiled mischievously. "Good thinking." With that, he waved a hand.
In the center of her room stood a table, covered with a white tablecloth and adorned with lit candles. On the surface, there were bowls filled with steamed vegetables, fruits, bread and tossed salads. And as promised, steak and chocolate cake.
Wonder-struck, Wendy reached out and held her hand above the meat. Still warm. "How'd you do that?" She asked quietly, voice filled with awe.
"Magic." He shrugged. "It only works so long as someone believes."
She glanced up at him. "So you knew I was lying?"
He gestured in front of him. "You see the proof, do you not?"
"What did you come here for?" She sat on the bed, still gazing at the meal set out before her.
"My shadow." He pointed to the wall, and sure enough, there was his shadow. But the shadow wasn't moving as he was. It seemed to have a mind of its own, and it ran circles around her room. It blew a raspberry at her and the boy, and continued on its parade.
"Magic, I assume?" Wendy asked dryly.
He made a lunge for the figure, and it easily dodged his move. "A bit too much, I daresay."
"What does it like?" She asked. Maybe the sooner she helped him, the sooner he'd help her.
He cocked his head as he squinted at the figure floating around. "Apparently not pretty girls, because if that were so, it'd be over by you."
Wendy blushed a deep shade of scarlet and tried not to giggle in embarrassment. The boy seemed unfazed, however, as he pondered the ways to catch his shadow.
"You don't know how to capture your own shadow?" Wendy had a hard time keeping the incredulity out of her soft whisper.
He glanced at her and shook his head. "If this were any ordinary shadow, I wouldn't have to capture it. It'd be attached like normal."
"That's true."
The shadow continued to fly around the small area, mocking them. It rested upon the bookcase for a moment, but when he made a lunge for the figure, it easily dodged his attempt. It seemed to slow down to admire the things on Wendy's chest of drawers and on her nightstand.
"Perhaps it's interested in trinkets?" Wendy suggested lamely.
"No, I don't think that's it." He stepped closer, and in the faint moonlight shining through her open window, she saw his face.
He had messy blond hair, styled to look un-styled, with dark brows with bright green eyes. Oh, those eyes. They were a deep forest green, laced with humor, amusement, and something much darker. Pain? Hatred? Fear?
The last notion seemed ridiculous. This magic-possessing boy, who bravely stepped into the bedroom of a highly-admired daughter of a respected couple, being afraid? Unimaginable.
His thin pinkish lips curled up in a slight smirk. "Close your mouth. You'll catch flies."
Wendy snapped her mouth close so quickly, her teeth clacked against each other audibly.
"Oh, and just so you know, I'm Peter. Peter Pan."
"I believe the shadow is attracted to light," Peter mused, stroking his chin. He had unwittingly moved closer to Wendy, and it took all her strength not to squirm in his close proximity. "Do you happen to have a lamp?"
"I did," Wendy groused, pointing to the remains of her light. "But your friend here decided that I didn't need one anymore."
Peter chuckled and suddenly made a grab for his shadow. This time, he managed to snatch one ankle and pull it down. "Now the question is, how to transport it back?"
"You could sew it on," She said quietly, still gaping at the transparent figure in Peter's hands.
"I don't think it works like that," Peter teased, quirking one eyebrow. He produced a small box out of thin air and lit the candle inside it. Immediately, the shadow dove inside and he snapped the lid on.
"Or you could do that," Wendy giggled.
Peter glanced down at her. "You don't laugh much," He stated bluntly.
She looked at the floor. "Try living my life and you'll see why."
Peter waved his hand again, and the box vanished. "Then leave."
"What?" Wendy looked at him in disbelief.
Peter sat down her bed and gazed at her with utmost sincerity. "Come with me," He whispered, voice low. "Go where they all go. Come to NeverLand."
"NeverLand? Where is that?"
He smiled. "The second star to the right."
A/N: oKAY this story was so cheesy, but its been floating around in my head for a while so yeah.
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