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His curly, dirty blonde hair. His mesmerizing emerald eyes. His amazing smile.
Wendy couldn't help but think of Peter Pan every night before she goes to bed. She would sit up, go up to the window and just stare. Staring at the brightest eyes mostly focused on the second star to the right, she can't help but feel regret that she should've stayed with him in Neverland, along with Michael, John and the Lost Boys. Every night she would dream about her and Peter, laughing and playing in the forest deep in the Neverland woods, chasing each other til their hearts content. But every morning Wendy would wake up, and sigh, saying to herself: "It's just a dream."
Wendy was now 15. A fine young lady, eligible enough to have suitors and marriage proposals. Usually each second week of each month, there would be letters to Wendy's parents, regarding of marriage.
"But I don't want to get married yet! I'm too young!" Wendy would often yell at her parents. And as usual, her parents would just sigh and leave it at that, but one day, something strange and unusual happened...
Wendy was walking in the streets of London on her way home from shopping. She bought 2 dresses, pink and green. On her way home, she decided to take the alley shortcut since she was dreadfully tired. Unfortunately, she made the wrong decision...
Two men, in rags, came up to Wendy with beer bottles in their hands, looking awfully drunk.
"Why, lookie here, Robert... a lost girl with lots'a gifts!" One of the men said to the other. "Now miss, may we take'a look inside one o' those bags?" the other man asked Wendy, who was lazily walking toward her. Wendy was struck with fear! She didn't know what to do, until-
"I wouldn't go closer to her if I were you." a voice said behind Wendy. Wendy turned around to see a boy, physically looking around her age, leaning on a wall, flipping a coin looking down with his hat covering his face. This made the two drunk men angry.
"And if we did..." one man said, grabbing a hold of Wendy's arm, but as quick as lightning, the boy behind Wendy got a hold of the man and thrust him to a corner of empty crates and boxes. The other man threw him bottle on the floor and smiled deviously at the boy. "So you want to play some games?" he sneered, charging at the boy. But the boy quickly thrust him also with his friend in the pile of boxes and crates in the corner. Wendy looked horrified, seeing the two drunk men not moving in the pile, but the boy grabbed her hand and ran towards the busy streets.
Wendy couldn't help but feel the boy's hand felt warm... not just any warmth of a hand, but a familiar warmth. As they stopped in front of an oak tree and a bench in the park, the boy, seemed hesitating, let go of Wendy's hand. Wendy smiled and thanked the boy.
"Oh my, sir I would like to thank you for saving me from those scary men in the alley, they really were scary. Did you see their clothes? They're all ripped and-" but the boy interrupted,still not looking up, saying "No problem, just... stay out of those narrow alleys." Just as he was about to take off, Wendy placed a hand on his shoulder.
"What's your name, if I may ask..." Wendy asked politely. Then boy turned halfway, still not revealing his face. "P-Peter" he mumbled, and ran off. Wendy just stood there, shocked. Could it be? Was that the boy who took her on a magical journey she never forgot? Was he the boy she dreamed about every single night? Could it be... Peter Pan?
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