Heyyy guys! Sorry, these thoughts came coming to my mind and I have to write them, you know? Anywho basically its set after Peter has saved Tigerlily and she gives him a kiss. This is the Disney Peter and Wendy I'm thinking of but if you prefer the other, then that's fine! Peter and Wendy's description (should it be noted) will be the Disney adaption however. Anywho, as always; Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan.
Chapter One: Jealously
Jealously: The state or feeling of being jealous.
Wendy watched, horror-struck, the sticks in her hands, feeling them nearly about to snap in two by the strength of her anger. How could he? She had witnessed Tigerlily…kiss Peter! And by the look on his face, apparently he liked it! She scowled and dropped the sticks hastily, and stormed off in the direction of hangman's tree.
Upon entering the hiding place, she saw her best friend, Lucy, sitting by the fire, reading a book she had grabbed before they left for Neverland. Wendy giggled to herself. How like Lucy. Instead of out celebrating, she wanted to sit in and read a book. Why did she even bother coming to Neverland if she was just going to read? Shaking her head slightly, Wendy went and sat down beside Lucy. Lucy looked up and smiled.
"You're home early. Where are the rest of them?" Lucy asked, referring to the Boys. Wendy glared at the fire.
"Still at the Indian's campsite, probably kissing one another…" She trailed off, not looking at her friend. Lucy raised her eyebrows.
"Kissing one another?" Lucy questioned, feeling slightly out-of-touch on what was going on, 'Could you kindly explain that a little better?"
"Tigerlily kissed Peter." Wendy said bluntly, finally turning to look at Lucy who flinched slightly at the look on her face. The phase 'if looks could kill' came to mind.
"Oh, Wendy," Lucy sighed, "He's just a boy. He doesn't know how you feel about him and I'm pretty sure is he's having all these weird feelings for you too!" Wendy snorted in derision but Lucy nodded her head enthusiastically.
"No honestly, Wendy, you don't notice it but I do. The way he looks at you sometimes! I mean, wow…" She trailed off and Wendy looked up as Lucy leaned back, staring at the roof, "When I see him look at you that way, it's like he wants to run across the room and just take you in his arms and-"
"LUCY!" Wendy squealed, rolling on the floor giggling and flushing a bright red, "How rude!" Lucy laughed and winked at Wendy.
"Well, it's the truth Wendy," she said shrugging, "But seriously, you have some major jealously issues."
Wendy gaped at her friend as Lucy looked at her knowingly.
"Jealous? Me? How absurd!" She laughed humourlessly and Lucy caught on straight away. She stood up and crossed over to the other side of the room.
"Oh please. Don't give me that Wendy. I know you, alright? You like Peter much more than just a friend; that much is clear because you dissolved into giggles when I said he wants you and then you go completely insane because another girl kissed him. He didn't even kiss her! It was the other way around."
Wendy couldn't think of any witty retort and so simply stood up also and glared at her best friend banefully.
Suddenly the hide-out was filled with Indian cries as the Lost Boys and John and Michael came running into the house. Wendy went to stand over beside Lucy as they both watched them, appalled. Lucy was the first to snap out of her daydream.
"BOYS!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. All of them turned to Lucy, fear evident in their eyes. She smiled sweetly at them. "You've had your fun but it's late. Wash up and then to bed and I'll be in to check in ten minutes if you're not asleep." They didn't move a muscle.
"NOW!" And they scarpered. Lucy sat back down beside the fire.
"Who's the mother now?" She asked Wendy, laughing. Wendy chuckled.
"Still me. You are more like the scary aunt that comes to visit!" Lucy pouted jokingly and then suddenly the one and only Peter Pan came swooping into the hide-out.
"Big chief, flying eagle greets his followers…um, where is everyone?" Peter said, obviously disappointed he didn't get the Lost Boys down on their knees, praising him.
"I sent them to bed and yes Peter, before you interrupt me, it is time for bed. So I guess this is where I retire but not before I see if they're all sleeping." Lucy said, yawning. She turned and looked at Wendy, grinned mischievously. "You know I think I might give them a kiss goodnight. I mean everyone likes kisses, right Peter?" Lucy glanced at Peter and back to Wendy who was shooting daggers in her direction and gritting her teeth, muttering incoherently. Peter looked back and forth from Lucy to Wendy, wondering what was going on.
"Uh yeah, I guess" He answered, scratching his head, "I mean like a motherly kiss. Like on their cheek."
Lucy grinned wider and Wendy let out a soft whimper of embarrassment.
"Oh, of course Peter, I'm hardly going to kiss them on the lips! You only do that to someone you really, really like." She winked at him and he was rather taken aback.
"You do?" He gulped.
"Indeed. I mean if you kissed a girl and already had, oh I don't know, certain feelings for another girl and she felt exactly the same, I'd say the girl would be pretty angry."
Immediately Peter's eyes darted toward Wendy but she didn't notice. She was slowly advancing on Lucy, glowering at her. Lucy's smiled faltered as she saw the look on Wendy's face.
"Well I guess I'm going to bed. BYE!" And she ran from the scene. Wendy sighed heavily and then remembered that she was in fact extremely angry with Peter. She said nothing to him and went to sit by the fire. He obviously didn't notice her hostile nature and strutted over to her.
"Big Chief greets Little Mother, HOW!" He boomed, looked down at her, grinning.
"Ugh." She replied and turned away from him. Peter's face drooped.
"Aw, come on Wendy, it that all you have to say? Everyone else thinks I'm wonderful." He stated proudly, crossing his arms over his chest.
Wendy rose and went to sit on the bed.
"Yes, especially Tigerlily." She said in a haughty voice.
Peter frowned.
"Tigerlily? What's that supposed to mean? Wendy?" He strode over her to where she was sitting as she had completely ignored him on purpose, just to rile him. Pathetically immature, Wendy she said to herself but didn't care. He sat down beside her and looked at her, concern filling his ocean-coloured eyes.
"Wendy-bird?" Peter asked quietly, "Why are you upset?"
Wendy kept her eyes on her feet. "I'm fine Peter. Just go to bed." Peter set his mouth in a straight line.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong." He answered, eyes fixed to Wendy's beautiful face.
"It's nothing. Go. To. Bed." She managed to get out through gritted teeth. She was getting angrier and angrier by the second. Was he really that blind, that he couldn't understand what had affected her so?
"Wendy…" He cautioned, bending down to see what her expression was. He stumbled and fell on the floor when he saw the look of pure outrage of her face. She suddenly bolted up, glaring down at him. Peter flinched back.
"Oh, I don't know Peter. What is wrong with me? Let's think! Could it possibly have anything do it with taking me and brothers and best friend away from our family for, what's it been now, two weeks? Or maybe it's the fact that I do everything for you! I cook, I clean, I help put the boys to bed, I sow, and I mend all broken weapons! Or maybe, just maybe it could be," and this is where she lost control and screamed, "THAT AFTER EVERYTHING I DO FOR YOU, YOU GIVE A KISS TO THAT INDIAN, TIGERLILY AND NOT ME!"
There was a sudden sound of feet running along the hall and the Lost Boys and Lucy came running into the main room, looking back and forth from Wendy to Peter. Wendy was breathing every fast and was redder and redder by the second. I cannot believe I just said that! She thought wildly to herself. Peter was watching her very carefully. He didn't properly understand. Why did giving a kiss to Tigerlily seem to annoy her so much? And why did she want one? He stood up and titled his head to the side, pondering whether or not to ask the question. He figured it might as well, maybe if she told him, it would clear the air.
"But Wendy, why would you want a kiss? I mean, I give them to Tigerlily all the time because she's so helpful against fighting Hook."
Lucy's jaw dropped as did Michael and John's. The Lost Boys didn't seem to understand either and so where looking at Wendy, waiting for her answer.
"Oh, no," Lucy muttered, knowing that Wendy was, in any minute now, going to go completely and utterly mad, "I think we should all get back to-"
"I. CANNOT. BELIEVE. YOU!" Wendy roared, stomping her way towards Peter. He started backing up and backed into a wall. His eyes widened in fear as she had him cornered, "I MEAN HONESTLY PETER, WHY ELSE WOULD YOU WANT A PERSON TO KISS YOU?"
Lucy gasped as she realised what Wendy was about to and ran forward to stop her but she was too late.
"BECAUSE YOU LOVE THEM!"
OOOOOOO exciting stuff, eh? Next chapter should be up if I gets me some reviews, all I want is a 'good job' and if you wanna give me some tips, I will gladly accept! Peace, LucyMoon1992.