I wrote this because I love J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan,
And the parts where Peter comes back to visit Wendy, but realizes she grew up always touched me :]
Peter and Wendy forever!
Enjoy
**I do not own Peter Pan. That magnificent story belongs to JM Barrie :] **
"Good-bye, Peter."
"Good-bye, Wendy! See you at our next spring cleaning!"
And with that, he left. The boy who was invincible, and would never grow up. The boy where trees danced as he passed by, where the wind swirled with him as he flew by, and where the sunlight shined against his brilliant smile.
Wendy raced to her window, and waved to him, as he grinned, carelessly running a hand through his bristling hair. She watched as he showed off his flying skills, performing flips in the air. Shaking her head and chuckling, Wendy left the room, with the window wide open. For that window would always be open for Peter, for him to take her to the magical beautiful home called Neverland.
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Years passed, and each time Peter visited, it brought Wendy joy to see him again, but at the same time, she feared each visit. For as she grew, she became wiser…more practical…more like an adult. Time was slowing eating away at her youth, and childhood began to slip through her fingers. She thought less and less about Neverland, and more about her life at school and with her family. Although Wendy never forgot her adventures with Peter and the lost boys –for that was impossible –the memories seemed more like dreams: blurry and far away. She worried more about her grades and her education. She began to think more about boys, and how pretty she looked, which brought on another problem.
On her 12th birthday, Peter had come for one of his spring cleanings. Even though he had promised he would visit every year, he often forgot, and came at random. Wendy had been prepared, like she was every time Peter came. She was wearing the same nightgown she had worn during her first time flying, but scratched at it, for it was short and tight on her. Wendy desperately hoped that Peter was too distracted to notice, and she sighed in relief when he greeted her as usual.
When Wendy turned 15, her breasts began to sprout, and she formed more curves. Her body transformed into a woman's, and she often giggled about boys with her friends. Peter popped in less in her mind, for lovely Wendy was the center of attention for the boys at her school.
At age 18, Peter flew in, a gleam in his eyes, and a wide smirk on his face. Hearing his entrance, Wendy froze. She wasn't expecting Peter, and knew that at her age, there was no way he wouldn't notice how she had grown. She screamed in her mind, wishing with all her heart that she could go with Peter, as a child. For Wendy had not been a child in a long time. In fact, the young woman had just been asked to marry a nice handsome man, James. When he proposed, Wendy was bursting with joy, but the small girl inside of her fluttered, and she wistfully remembered Peter. She had asked for his forgiveness in her mind, as she accepted marriage with James.
But Peter was here. Here to take a grown, soon-to-be-married woman to Neverland.
"Hello, Wendy! You ready to go?" said Peter, eagerly smiling at his old friend.
Wendy grimaced, took a deep breath, and slowly turned to face him.
"Hello, Peter. I know I…I know I look different. But it's been years since you've seen me and –".
"Oh you look fine, Wendy! I mean I know how girls are, with their hair and stuff. But you look beautiful." Peter rolled his eyes teasingly, "Come on, let's go!" He hopped onto the window, and held out his hand invitingly towards her.
Wendy smiled at him with a mixture of deep sorrow, and also fondness for the boy in front of her, looking hardly a day older than when she last saw him. But she shook her head gently, and whispered, "I can't, Peter."
His hand still spread out in front of him, Peter's smile slackened a bit.
"Well, of course you're coming!" he exclaimed childishly, "You come every year with me!"
"Yes. But Peter…don't you realize what has happened?" Wendy brushed her light brown curls out of her face, "Think, Peter. What happens to us, when we leave Neverland? What is the reason why you never wanted the Lost Boys and I to leave?"
His hand dropped to his side. His young boyish face scrunched up into a frown. Then his face cleared, and Peter brushed the question off like a fly. Wendy gazed at him intently, then sighed, for she realized that he couldn't remember. She should have known. Anything he didn't wish to know, he erased from his mind. Oh how she wished she could do that!
Wendy leaned in, her eyes boring into his, "Peter. We grow up. When we left Neverland that day, we chose are fate. We chose to grow up, to become adults, to live in…this world."
She watched, with tears in her eyes, as a shadow passed over Peter's face. His eyes grew dark, and he clenched his pearly teeth together. Wendy knew that the memories were rushing back into his head. He was remembering, and now he knew that Wendy could never go back with him to Neverland.
After a few moments of harsh breathing, Peter's face cleared, and he grew calm again, with a kind…but almost sad look on him. He slowly flew over to her, his eyes glimmering wistfully.
Wendy lifted her head towards him, with tears flowing down her cheeks. Peter leaned in, and said softly, "You've grown up, haven't you?"
She nodded with wide eyes, for there was a large lump in her throat. She knew if she spoke, she would burst into uncontrollable sobs.
Peter sighed, his eyes drooping, and lowered his head for a few moments. Staring at her wistfully, he caressed her cheek, and then flew to the window.
He turned his face towards her, and whispered, "Good-bye, Wendy. I'll miss you."
With that, Peter effortlessly flew out her window, and was soon gone from sight.
Wendy slumped to the ground, and buried her face in her hands, knowing that she would never see that wonderful boy again.
After a polite knock on the door, her fiancée walked in, shocked to see the beautiful and usually cheerful Wendy sobbing into her nightgown. James rushed to her side and held her firmly, and hummed softly into her hair.
The still hiccupping Wendy looked up from his arms, and gave him a sparkling smile.
"Thank you, James," she said, "But I'm fine now."
He raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the matter.
"Well, I was just speaking to your mother, and we were discussing the matter of our…soon to be children," he said with a wink.
Wendy's eyes snapped towards him, and glared at his suggesting grin. James burst out laughing, and nudged her, "Oh, you know what I mean. We need to think of our future, and our children's future."
"Well, I suppose we can talk now."
"Yes, well we both very well know that your mother wishes for us to live and raise our children here, in this house. But I feel that as much as I adore your mother, we can start off fresh, and buy a grander, and larger house," caught up in his excitement, James went on, "Maybe we can live at the neighborhood of Roseberry, for I hear that they are building some new houses and –"
" –NO," Wendy sat up suddenly, and laid both hands on James' chest, "No James. We're living here."
Startled by her outburst, he took a moment to compose himself, and said, "Wendy darling, are you saying you wish to live in your mother's house for the rest of your life? Think about it Wendy. It's not very new, and we could buy a beautiful house where your mother can visit anytime! The children will love it!"
But Wendy narrowed her eyes, and shook her head fiercely, "No, James. I refuse to live in any house but this one! This house has memories, and I assure you, the children will love it."
James gazed at her fondly for a few moments, fiddled a little with her brown curls, and chuckled, "Very well, love. We shall live here…but may I ask why you are so attached to this house?"
She crossed her arms, and her mind raced across Peter's name, and the memories of him, coming in through that very window in front of her. Wendy sighed, looked her fiancée, and shook her head.
"I'm sorry, James. I can't tell you, but it just has to do with my childhood stories."
He nodded, and then smiled, swooping in low to kiss her lovingly.
Ok, ok. I know what you're gonna say. I know that Peter doesn't know that Wendy grew up until she had a daughter: Jane. But I'm working on that. The next chapter has Jane and Peter in it. Ok? So relax lol and I'll update the next chapter soon! I hoped you liked it, and PLZ review. :)Constructive criticism is welcome haha. (Btw, this story is not gonna be very long. Probably only like 2 or 3 chapters in total)