So, i quite recently rekindled my adoration of Peter Pan...i had posted a story when i first joined Fanfic, but it kinda sucked...so this is my 'make up' for it, even tho it's completely different, i hope you like it!! Oh and btw, the pairings are: Tigerlily/Peter, OC/Nibs, and MAYBE Slightly/OC (slash). It's a possibility i haven't decided yet. Oh and it's more based on the movie, so if i screw something up, helping me out would be nice :-) okai, have fun reading :-DD

CHAPTER ONE

"Addison Marguerite Hendrix, you're grounded!" a woman yelled at her daughter.

"Oh yeah, well, fine!" she screamed back dumbly, stomping up to her room.

"She's so childish," a man commented dryly and the woman sighed, shaking her head.

"She has to learn to grow up and hold her tongue. I swear I don't know where she gets it."

"I think I do," her husband smirked.

"Oh, stop it you," she giggled, gazing at her husband who grinned mischievously, pulling his wife into his arms. Above their heads, their daughter Addie, or Addison as most called her when they were angry, was fuming. There was a thud from downstairs and she rolled her eyes, flopping on to her bed with folded arms.

"They breed like freaking rabbits," she muttered, turning to turn on her ipod to block out the on coming noise from downstairs. She grinned as an extremely familiar song came on and belted out the song:

We wanna be like Peter Pan, 


We don't wanna grow up! 


Wanna stay kids as long as we can, 
that's our plan!

Pretty neat plan! 


Then when it's time to be a man, 
we're not gonna grow up! 


Gonna stay kids like we began, 


Just like Peter Pan! 



Bein' a man means you gotta show up 
for work each day in a shirt and a tie!

Yuck! 


Bein'a man means you gotta call up 
your friends and say, "Can't stay! Gotta fly!"

Yuck! 



We got an even neater plan, 
sit down and listen up. 


We all oughta be like Peter Pan, 
we don't wanna grow up!



We never, never, never, never, 
never, never, never, never, 
ever wanna grow up!

Yuck!

By the end, she was dancing in front of her window, a smile overtaking her face. "If only he were real." She let out a sigh, getting into bed, looking over at the window once more but closed her eyes as 'The Second Star to the Right' came on. She vaguely heard a creak but figured it was her sex-crazed parents and snuggled down into the comforter. However, someone shook her and her eyes snapped open to see a man with long, curly hair standing over her. As she opened her mouth to scream, he placed a hand over it, raising a hook.

"Relax, darling, I'm not going to hurt you," these words did not soothe her, he had a hook on his left hand, how was that supposed to calm her?! He held the hook to his lips and removed his other hand from her mouth. "Get your things together, girl, you're to come with me."

"But-."

"Don't talk back," he snapped in a dangerous tone and she couldn't help but do as he said. This man scared her. She was about to get her suitcase from the corner of her room but he stopped her. "Only vital things, my dear." She nodded, carefully putting her laptop, ipod, a few toiletries, pencil case, and notebook into a backpack. Hoping she had everything, she followed him to the window, part of her scared, knowing she probably wouldn't return, but another part of her was excited for the possibility of an adventure to come. Boy was she in for a surprise . . .

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