Once upon a time, there were three cousins born to three sisters, who cherished all things Peter Pan. The girls were born within the same year: born together, designed separately. Angela, Moira, and Wendy grew up side by side, best of friends. Angela and Wendy became dancers, while Moira preferred acting. All three excelled in their skills. While they spent much time together, they each loved different things. Angela cared for Batman, in all of his dark glory. Moira followed after their mothers, and loved Peter Pan with all of her heart. Wendy adored Spiderman, with his unique powers and story. This is the telling of their greatest adventure.
Our story begins on one of those dreadfully hot summer days. The girls had just gotten home from a morning trip to the zoo, something they did together every summer after school let out. This was their first trip as high school graduates. As they fought over who got the first shower, a strange boy flew to their window and hovered outside, watching carefully. Angela ultimately won the argument as always, and quickly brushed out her straight dark hair before running to the bathroom. Moira removed her ponytail holder, letting down her long wavy hair. The boy outside admired her tumbling locks and their resemblance to antique gold while she used a small grey flower barrette to pin her bangs back. Wendy gathered her change of clothes while she shook out her curly red hair.
Now, this boy outside the window isn't any ordinary boy. He is a famous boy with a new problem. You see, this young man is named Peter Pan. He is the boy who never grew up, although his title was already starting to change. Ever since he was first visited by Wendy Darling, he knew the real world had knowledge he needed. So he spent three months of every year listening to teenagers, children, and adults. It was through this he discovered that his beloved Wendy died. After hearing this awful news, he swiftly flew back to Neverland, and found that only two of his lost boys remained: Twig and Sprint. They told him that the others went to hunt the week before, and never returned. After a year or two, Peter discovered that he had some hair on his upper lip. Upon this sight, he examined the other two boys and discovered that they both had some facial hair and seemed more muscular, as did he. As he pondered what caused this change, he remembered something he had heard in one of the schools. He had just been bored and sought out the Physical Education class, his favorite to watch. But now, he felt he needed to know more. So Peter returned to the Real World, and found that school was out of session. He scoured the Earth for some glimmer of knowledge, and finally found a student reading a health book during a summer college class. He waited until the boy left for the bathroom, and stole the book. Peter had learned to read a few words here and there, and was able to find the chapter on the subject he needed. However, that was where he became stuck, and couldn't figure out what it said. So he began to hunt for someone who could tell him what it said without thinking he was crazy or dangerous. He searched for years. One day during his pursuit, when he had already been searching for four years, he flew by the window of the three girls and heard his name. He slowly turned around and listened for it again. There! He followed the sound and hovered just outside the window and listened. One girl with golden hair was talking with two others and saying his name again and again. He watched the room every night. He saw her watch movies that looked like his life. He observed the numerous time she would read books with his name on the cover, or Hook's. Waiting outside the window of the three cousins, he became sure she was the one who could help.
Angela left the bathroom in her new outfit and her hair wrapped in a towel. She told Moira to hurry in before Wendy could get her shower. As Moira giggled and tried to quietly lock the door, Wendy saw and, in a blur of movement, pulled her out of the bathroom and shut the door. As Moira sat there in a stupor, Angela laughed at the two and grabbed her phone. Moira opened her laptop and started playing an episode of Scrubs to kill some time. Eventually, it was her turn to wash off the heat of the day. Angela and Wendy went downstairs to fix some lunch for the three of them. While the bedroom was empty, Peter silently opened the window and fluttered into the room. He was enchanted by the amazing things in the room. There were tiny bottles filled with colorful liquids that smelled of flowers and fruit. There were smooth clothes that looked like Wendy's had, but were much smaller. Then he found that book with his name on it. He flipped through it, his ego getting larger with each page telling of his magnificent feats and adventures. He was so engrossed in the book; he didn't hear Moira singing as she came out of the bathroom in her towel.
"Hey! What do you think you're doin-Peter?" Moira's eyes widened as she realized his strange person in her room she'd thought to be a robber was actually the boy she'd read and dreamt about her entire life. He was beautiful. Shaggy brown hair that fell in his blue eyes that looked like a stormy sky. Soft lips that made her knees weak. Muscles from head to toe that made her jaw drop. Peter Pan is…hot? She thought. That can't be! He's supposed to be, like…TWLEVE! In her surprise, her towel fell to the floor.
They both stood there awestruck until Peter looked down and saw her. He started to blush and Moira was confused…then she felt the breeze from the open window on her wet skin. She looked down at herself, then up at him, then back down. She scrambled for the towel while Peter turned around and covered him eyes and wondered why she…looked differently than he did. "Um…Yes, I'm Peter Pan. The Boy Who-"
"Who Never Grew Up," Moira interrupted. "I know. You're my favorite story. But…I thought you were younger when you went to Neverland. You look like you're my age."
"That's why I'm here. I need your help. Can you read this?" He pulled the text book from somewhere in his leaves and held it out to her.
A health textbook? Why does he want me to read this? What does this have to do with aging? Wait a minute… Moira's face blushed profusely and Peter became confused. He had no idea why her face was turning red. Eventually, Moira collected herself and asked what he was concerned about in the textbook.
"Many years ago, I noticed my Lost Boys and me were growing fur on our faces and got these muscles." He poked at his abs and didn't notice Moira bite her lip. "We need to know why this is happening. I've searched for four years before I found you. I've been watching you for a year now, and if you can't help me…" Peter's eyes started to well up with tears, but he quickly suppressed them and put his fists on his hips. "If you can't help me, I'll figure it out on my own."
Moira chuckled at him. Her dream to meet the real Peter Pan has come true, and he's just as boyish as she thought he'd be. "First off, Peter. It's the Lost Boys and I. Not the Lost Boys and me. That's bad grammar. Secondly, I don't need a textbook to tell you what's happening to your body. You're going through puberty."