What is Love?
Disclaimer: I don't own peter pan or any of the characters associated with
the story. This story is largely based on the recent peter pan movie, which
I also don't own.
Peter Pan is the boy that refused to grow up, Wendi is a girl that was forced to. When Peter goes back to earth and discovers that Wendy is no longer alive he finds her great, great, great, granddaughter, Wendi and decides to bring her to Neverland. Peter has forgotten about love and Wendi does not believe such a thing exists. Can they help each other find it?
Year 2000
" Wendi, I feel sick. Can you please tell me the rest of the story?" moaned a small boy cuddled in the comfort of his bed. A young girl about 16 leaned over the boy to feel his forehead.
" Mitch, you have a fever. You should rest while I'll make you some soup. When I come back with the soup I'll tell you the rest of the story. Okay?" smiled Wendy as she left the room. Wendy made her way down the long corridor of her house when she bumped into her other younger brother Joe.
" Oi, Wendy have you seen my game? I think I might have left it a dad's house," said Joe looking frantically around the house.
" No I haven't but if you want I'll tell you and Mitch the rest of the story" she said as she arrived in the kitchen. She reached into the white cupboard above the stove and took out a packet of chicken soup.
" Nah it's okay Wendy I'm getting a bit old for story's. Hey, don't you think you should stop mothering me and Mitch? After all I'm turning 14 this year and Mitch is 11." He said while still searching for his game.
Wendy sighed as she turned the kettle on " Well Joe if I don't act like a mother toward you who will? Aunty Moura is never around and when she is she's drinking and father is in no position to look after us. He has a family of his own now and we have to respect that" Wendi poured the contents of the soup into a cup and added the boiling water. " We are lucky with what we have. A nice home with Aunty Moura, enough food and we still visit father." Joe just nodded as he went searching for his game in another area of the house. Wendi shook her head then brought the soup into Mitch's room.
" Here Mitch, drink this. While you do that I'll tell you the end of the story of the brave Peter Pan and the evil Captain Hook" Wendy handed the mug to Mitch as he sat up in his bed and listened eagerly. "Well when I left off last Peter had just cut off Hook's hand and thrown it to the crocodile. So after Peter had so bravely fought Hook in an epic battle of good versus evil he went down and rescued the lost boys from the ever- rising tide. Just as Peter had yelled his victory crow Hook had risen from his defeat with his pistol raised at Peter. Then BANG!" as Wendi yelled 'BABG' Mitch gave a little jump. Wendi smiled to herself to see him listening so eagerly and continued the story " Peter fell from mid hight right into the water below him. The lost boys screamed as their leader fell to his watery grave. Hook gave a triumphant laugh but it was interrupted by. Peter Pan flying out of the water and holding his small dagger to Hooks throat. Lucky for Hook that Smite was there to fire a shot at Peter which caused him and the lost boys to retreat back to the forest." Mitch was at the edge of his bed hanging to every word that slid off Wendi's tongue. Wendi smiled to herself to see his reaction to her stories. She then tucked Mitch back into his bed and kissed him on the forehead telling him to get some rest.
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" Hey Wendi, where you been lately girl?" asked an Asian girl near the back of the club.
" Uh nowhere Tani. My brother's sick so I have to look after him cause god knows Moura couldn't give a shit. I have to work extra hours to pay the bills so I haven't had time to go out lately"
" Geez Wendi you have a lot on your plate. I'm glad you could come tonight, it might take your mind off all the shit that going on in your life" said Tani as she raised her cigarette to her lips.
" Yeah well ever since mum died 3 years ago my life has been like this. No escaping it I guess"
" That's where your wrong Wendi" said Tani while holding up a small tablet. " Care to take a trip to Neverland?" Wendi looked at the pill uncertainly but accepted it none the less. She popped it into her mouth and swallowed. This had been the first time she had taken drugs and didn't know what to expect.
Her life was just so stressful now she just wanted to forget and be like she was when she was a child. Had no cares or worries and just had fun. She started to remember her childhood. She remembered her mother with beautiful flowing black hair and soft blue eyes that looked so comforting. She remembered the story's her mother had told her of Peter Pan and the lost boys. She remembered Mitch and Joe playing carefree at their old house. She remembered repeating her mother's stories to her brothers. She remembered playing pirates with her brothers and their mother would sometimes join them. These where the times when her life was the happiest. She then remembered how her mother and father divorced when she was only 6. She remembered when she was 12 her mother had gotten sick and left them in her sister's care. She remembered when she was 13 her father had told her, her mother had pasted away. She remembers the hurt she felt inside. " No I don't want to remember!" yelled Wendi.
" What's wrong honey?" asked a masculine voice from beside her. Wendi looked around to see herself in Michael's house and in the bed with him. She looked down at herself to see she was completely naked. 'Oh god what have I done' she thought to herself. She looked to Michael to see he didn't have any clothes on either. He had the best body and trusting brown eyes with dark brown hair to match. Although he was extremely good looking Wendi had fallen for his personality more than his looks. He had been Wendi's first serious boyfriend and by the looks of it they had taken their relationship to a new level.
Michael then started to kiss her but she didn't respond. He took no notice as he moved his kissed down her neck and toward her breast. " No please don't" said Wendi as she tried to push him away.
" You weren't saying that 5 minutes ago" he responded as he held onto her.
" Look I said 'No' so please just let me go Michael," said Wendi starting to panic now. He let go of her and sat up.
"What's your problem Wendi? Just a minute ago you were all for it. What's changed?" he asked slightly angered.
" Look Michael I think it was a mistake. I'm not ready for this"
" Well maybe if that was a mistake I am too. Is that what you are trying to say? Look Wendi I'm tired of waiting for you to be ready and I'm starting to think that maybe we weren't met to be"
" Are, are you breaking up with me?" asked Wendi somewhat confused.
" Yes Wendi I am" stated Michael coldly.
" But, but I think I love you, Michael" said Wendi desperately.
"Wake up Wendi! There is no such thing as love. That is just what they say in story's to make them more interesting," he said while starting to put his pants back on. Wendi looked at him for a while them it finally sunk in. She started to sob at the side of the bed.
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Wendi sobbed at the bus station as she tried to forget about what had occurred last night. She had once again pushed away one of the only things left that made her happy. She snapped out of her thoughts as the bus came rolling up to the station. Wendi got to her feet and entered the vehicle, paying one dollar for her ticket then retreating to the back of the bus. As she looked out the window she thought about what would happen if she took her own life. Would people notice? Would people care? The way her life was going suicide was starting to sound good although she knew that she would never kill herself because if she did then Mitch and Joe would have no one. She sighed as she tried to concentrate on the positives in her life. Well there was Joe and Mitch. Then once she thought about it, they were all that kept her going everyday. She had to leave school to get a job to support them all so she didn't have very many friends and she had just lost her boyfriend. The more she examined her life the more she realized how screwed up it was. Finally she decided she wouldn't look at it anymore and try to think about something else.
When she got home Mitch will probably ask her to tell him another story. She was starting to run out. Before her mother had died she had told Wendi hundreds. She said that Wendi's great, great, great, grandmother had been the Wendy that the stories where based on. When Wendy had a child, Jane she had told her the stories. Then Jane had told her kids and the cycle continued. Wendi's mother said that when Wendi was to have children she would tell them the story. Wendi sobbed as an image of Michael came flooding into her head. 'No Michael's right there is no such thing as love I was just kidding myself' she told herself as she got off at her stop and started to walk back to her house.
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Wendi unlocked the front door and entered the house. It was abnormally quiet and she immediately thought something was wrong. " Mitch, Mitch!!! Joe, Joe!!! Where are you two," she yelled throughout the house. She then heard the smashing of glass and raced toward the back garden. She escaped the house to see Aunt Maura drunk as anything and smashing beer bottles on the ground. Huddled in the corner of the garden were Mitch and Joe. They were scared half to death as their Aunty was advancing on them with a bottle of beer in her hand. Wendi made a quick dash toward her and grabbed both her hands behind her back so she couldn't move. " Quick you two get into the house before she gets free" yelled Wendi as Mitch and Joe got up and sprinted toward the back door.
Wendi could feel herself loosing grip of her Aunt so she let go and made for the back door. She got inside with her brothers and locked all the doors so their Aunt could sober up in the back yard. When their Aunt was drunk she became very violent and dangerous to people around her so the children had no choice but to leave her there until she was able to think straight.
" Wendi can you tell us another story?" asked Mitch as the 3 children huddled onto the couch.
" Mitch I don't think I know anymore. Joe thinks I'm mothering you too much and I'm starting to think so too. We all have to grow up sometime and I think it's about time that we all did." Mitch sat there with an open mouth.
" But Wendi what about Peter and never having to grow up?" asked Mitch with tears at the corner of his eyes.
" Mitch, Peter is just a story. He's not real, it's just a story that mother told me before she died and I told to you. I went through a lot last night and I'm starting to think that we should all grow up. I've been saving money for about 3 years now. Some that mother had left us and some from working. I've got about 30 thousand in the bank. If Joe can get job and start saving we can move out in about 2 years."
" Wendi you changed ever since mother died" said Joe.
" Yeah Joe I grew up" said Wendi.
Peter Pan is the boy that refused to grow up, Wendi is a girl that was forced to. When Peter goes back to earth and discovers that Wendy is no longer alive he finds her great, great, great, granddaughter, Wendi and decides to bring her to Neverland. Peter has forgotten about love and Wendi does not believe such a thing exists. Can they help each other find it?
Year 2000
" Wendi, I feel sick. Can you please tell me the rest of the story?" moaned a small boy cuddled in the comfort of his bed. A young girl about 16 leaned over the boy to feel his forehead.
" Mitch, you have a fever. You should rest while I'll make you some soup. When I come back with the soup I'll tell you the rest of the story. Okay?" smiled Wendy as she left the room. Wendy made her way down the long corridor of her house when she bumped into her other younger brother Joe.
" Oi, Wendy have you seen my game? I think I might have left it a dad's house," said Joe looking frantically around the house.
" No I haven't but if you want I'll tell you and Mitch the rest of the story" she said as she arrived in the kitchen. She reached into the white cupboard above the stove and took out a packet of chicken soup.
" Nah it's okay Wendy I'm getting a bit old for story's. Hey, don't you think you should stop mothering me and Mitch? After all I'm turning 14 this year and Mitch is 11." He said while still searching for his game.
Wendy sighed as she turned the kettle on " Well Joe if I don't act like a mother toward you who will? Aunty Moura is never around and when she is she's drinking and father is in no position to look after us. He has a family of his own now and we have to respect that" Wendi poured the contents of the soup into a cup and added the boiling water. " We are lucky with what we have. A nice home with Aunty Moura, enough food and we still visit father." Joe just nodded as he went searching for his game in another area of the house. Wendi shook her head then brought the soup into Mitch's room.
" Here Mitch, drink this. While you do that I'll tell you the end of the story of the brave Peter Pan and the evil Captain Hook" Wendy handed the mug to Mitch as he sat up in his bed and listened eagerly. "Well when I left off last Peter had just cut off Hook's hand and thrown it to the crocodile. So after Peter had so bravely fought Hook in an epic battle of good versus evil he went down and rescued the lost boys from the ever- rising tide. Just as Peter had yelled his victory crow Hook had risen from his defeat with his pistol raised at Peter. Then BANG!" as Wendi yelled 'BABG' Mitch gave a little jump. Wendi smiled to herself to see him listening so eagerly and continued the story " Peter fell from mid hight right into the water below him. The lost boys screamed as their leader fell to his watery grave. Hook gave a triumphant laugh but it was interrupted by. Peter Pan flying out of the water and holding his small dagger to Hooks throat. Lucky for Hook that Smite was there to fire a shot at Peter which caused him and the lost boys to retreat back to the forest." Mitch was at the edge of his bed hanging to every word that slid off Wendi's tongue. Wendi smiled to herself to see his reaction to her stories. She then tucked Mitch back into his bed and kissed him on the forehead telling him to get some rest.
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" Hey Wendi, where you been lately girl?" asked an Asian girl near the back of the club.
" Uh nowhere Tani. My brother's sick so I have to look after him cause god knows Moura couldn't give a shit. I have to work extra hours to pay the bills so I haven't had time to go out lately"
" Geez Wendi you have a lot on your plate. I'm glad you could come tonight, it might take your mind off all the shit that going on in your life" said Tani as she raised her cigarette to her lips.
" Yeah well ever since mum died 3 years ago my life has been like this. No escaping it I guess"
" That's where your wrong Wendi" said Tani while holding up a small tablet. " Care to take a trip to Neverland?" Wendi looked at the pill uncertainly but accepted it none the less. She popped it into her mouth and swallowed. This had been the first time she had taken drugs and didn't know what to expect.
Her life was just so stressful now she just wanted to forget and be like she was when she was a child. Had no cares or worries and just had fun. She started to remember her childhood. She remembered her mother with beautiful flowing black hair and soft blue eyes that looked so comforting. She remembered the story's her mother had told her of Peter Pan and the lost boys. She remembered Mitch and Joe playing carefree at their old house. She remembered repeating her mother's stories to her brothers. She remembered playing pirates with her brothers and their mother would sometimes join them. These where the times when her life was the happiest. She then remembered how her mother and father divorced when she was only 6. She remembered when she was 12 her mother had gotten sick and left them in her sister's care. She remembered when she was 13 her father had told her, her mother had pasted away. She remembers the hurt she felt inside. " No I don't want to remember!" yelled Wendi.
" What's wrong honey?" asked a masculine voice from beside her. Wendi looked around to see herself in Michael's house and in the bed with him. She looked down at herself to see she was completely naked. 'Oh god what have I done' she thought to herself. She looked to Michael to see he didn't have any clothes on either. He had the best body and trusting brown eyes with dark brown hair to match. Although he was extremely good looking Wendi had fallen for his personality more than his looks. He had been Wendi's first serious boyfriend and by the looks of it they had taken their relationship to a new level.
Michael then started to kiss her but she didn't respond. He took no notice as he moved his kissed down her neck and toward her breast. " No please don't" said Wendi as she tried to push him away.
" You weren't saying that 5 minutes ago" he responded as he held onto her.
" Look I said 'No' so please just let me go Michael," said Wendi starting to panic now. He let go of her and sat up.
"What's your problem Wendi? Just a minute ago you were all for it. What's changed?" he asked slightly angered.
" Look Michael I think it was a mistake. I'm not ready for this"
" Well maybe if that was a mistake I am too. Is that what you are trying to say? Look Wendi I'm tired of waiting for you to be ready and I'm starting to think that maybe we weren't met to be"
" Are, are you breaking up with me?" asked Wendi somewhat confused.
" Yes Wendi I am" stated Michael coldly.
" But, but I think I love you, Michael" said Wendi desperately.
"Wake up Wendi! There is no such thing as love. That is just what they say in story's to make them more interesting," he said while starting to put his pants back on. Wendi looked at him for a while them it finally sunk in. She started to sob at the side of the bed.
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Wendi sobbed at the bus station as she tried to forget about what had occurred last night. She had once again pushed away one of the only things left that made her happy. She snapped out of her thoughts as the bus came rolling up to the station. Wendi got to her feet and entered the vehicle, paying one dollar for her ticket then retreating to the back of the bus. As she looked out the window she thought about what would happen if she took her own life. Would people notice? Would people care? The way her life was going suicide was starting to sound good although she knew that she would never kill herself because if she did then Mitch and Joe would have no one. She sighed as she tried to concentrate on the positives in her life. Well there was Joe and Mitch. Then once she thought about it, they were all that kept her going everyday. She had to leave school to get a job to support them all so she didn't have very many friends and she had just lost her boyfriend. The more she examined her life the more she realized how screwed up it was. Finally she decided she wouldn't look at it anymore and try to think about something else.
When she got home Mitch will probably ask her to tell him another story. She was starting to run out. Before her mother had died she had told Wendi hundreds. She said that Wendi's great, great, great, grandmother had been the Wendy that the stories where based on. When Wendy had a child, Jane she had told her the stories. Then Jane had told her kids and the cycle continued. Wendi's mother said that when Wendi was to have children she would tell them the story. Wendi sobbed as an image of Michael came flooding into her head. 'No Michael's right there is no such thing as love I was just kidding myself' she told herself as she got off at her stop and started to walk back to her house.
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Wendi unlocked the front door and entered the house. It was abnormally quiet and she immediately thought something was wrong. " Mitch, Mitch!!! Joe, Joe!!! Where are you two," she yelled throughout the house. She then heard the smashing of glass and raced toward the back garden. She escaped the house to see Aunt Maura drunk as anything and smashing beer bottles on the ground. Huddled in the corner of the garden were Mitch and Joe. They were scared half to death as their Aunty was advancing on them with a bottle of beer in her hand. Wendi made a quick dash toward her and grabbed both her hands behind her back so she couldn't move. " Quick you two get into the house before she gets free" yelled Wendi as Mitch and Joe got up and sprinted toward the back door.
Wendi could feel herself loosing grip of her Aunt so she let go and made for the back door. She got inside with her brothers and locked all the doors so their Aunt could sober up in the back yard. When their Aunt was drunk she became very violent and dangerous to people around her so the children had no choice but to leave her there until she was able to think straight.
" Wendi can you tell us another story?" asked Mitch as the 3 children huddled onto the couch.
" Mitch I don't think I know anymore. Joe thinks I'm mothering you too much and I'm starting to think so too. We all have to grow up sometime and I think it's about time that we all did." Mitch sat there with an open mouth.
" But Wendi what about Peter and never having to grow up?" asked Mitch with tears at the corner of his eyes.
" Mitch, Peter is just a story. He's not real, it's just a story that mother told me before she died and I told to you. I went through a lot last night and I'm starting to think that we should all grow up. I've been saving money for about 3 years now. Some that mother had left us and some from working. I've got about 30 thousand in the bank. If Joe can get job and start saving we can move out in about 2 years."
" Wendi you changed ever since mother died" said Joe.
" Yeah Joe I grew up" said Wendi.
