Chapter One

Wendy's POV

We were sitting in a field of flowers. The sun was melting over the horizon, streaking the sky with red and pink clouds. I was sitting Indian style in a patch of green grass, twirling one of the beautiful purple flowers in my fingers. The delicate petals rubbed up against my skin.

"You've been staring at that flower for a while," He said softly from beside me. "What are you thinking?" I looked at him, a smirk playing at my face.

"How beautiful and delicate it is," I said, looking in his deep brown eyes.

"Like you?" He said. I smiled, and weaved the flower into my braid.

"I don't think I'm that delicate anymore," I said, and I heard his snort.

"Yeah, not so much anymore." I felt a shift in the ground below me, and he wrapped his hands around my thin stomach. He pulled me back so my head was resting on his muscular abdomen. I stared up at the fluffy red and pink clouds, and made out a few stars breaking through the fading sunlight.

"The stars are coming out," I said ever so quietly, but I knew he had heard me.

"I know," He replied, his hands untying my French braid and running his fingers through my hair.

"Hey," I said, looking up at him. "That took me a while,"

"Sorry," He said, smirking. "I like your hair down better,"

"I'll try to remember that." More stars.

"Wendy?" Peter whispered.

"Yeah?" I turned my head upwards so I was looking at him.

"You know how you told me you had to do music lessons with your mother, and you had to learn how to sing well?" He asked.

"Yes, I remember." I said, twisting a lock of my hair in-between my fingers.

"Will you sing for me?" He asked, and I smiled.

"Of course," I replied, sitting up. "Don't laugh. I'm not amazing,"

"Don't say that, you probably sound amazing." He just lay there, staring at me.

"Don't stare at me!" I exclaimed, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. I looked down at my twiddling fingers, and then back at him. He was still looking at me. "I'm serious, don't. I won't sing if you look at me,"

"Alright, fine." He said, raising his hands in surrender. He looked up at the sky, resting his hands behind his head. I started with just a few notes, that were slightly high pitched, and naturally my vibrato melded into my voice. I sang him a soft lullaby, fiddling with another flower.

I sang to him for a while, as he just stared up at the stars, until the sun was all the way below the horizon. I finally stopped as the moon began to shine down on us.

"Wow," He whispered, and I smiled.

"I told you I'm no good," I whispered, dropping a petal of the flower I had picked.

"No, that was amazing, Wendy. Why haven't you sung for me before?" He asked, sitting up.

"I don't know," I said, shrugging. "I'm not very confident in my voice. I usually don't sing for people, but I guess you're an exception,"

"Oh, I feel so special," He said, pretending to actually be touched. I chuckled, and looked back up at him. "What's with you tonight?" He asked, and I narrowed my eyebrows out of confusion.

"What?" I asked.

"You're acting different, is something wrong?" He asked, and I shook my head.

"Nothing that I can think of. Sorry, I've been kind of quiet tonight," I said, and he nodded.

"It's okay, I was just worried that you'd changed your mind." He said.

"Changed my mind?"

"About staying here," He said, looking down at his fingers and then back up at me. There was a hint of fear in his eyes.

"I already swore my allegiance to Neverland. Even if I hadn't, I would never leave you." I said, smiling. He smirked at me, and then lay down again. I lay back so I was resting my head on his stomach again, and looked up at the stars.

About an hour later, we landed at the door of our somewhat new hideout. We had been living there for about two months now, along with Tiger Lily and her brother Noah, Magi, and the Lost Boys. Well, all of us besides Slightly. I still had nightmares of that day. I would never forget that look on his face, and the horrifying events that happened afterwards. Even though Peter had killed Captain Hook, I could never shake the idea of him being gone forever. It just didn't make any sense. I'd only been on that ship for a day, but it felt like I'd stayed for much, much longer. I would never forget how those pirates looked at my naked, helpless body, as Peter looked on as they assaulted me; tied to a post. I'd lost count as how many times he'd apologized, and I'd always said it was okay because we were alive, and even better, we were still together.

I sat down on the couch in the main room of the hideout, propping my feet up on the arm of the couch. I rested my head on one of the pillows, and heard Peter walking towards me. I bent even further backwards so I was looking at him, and he smiled. He sank down to his knees so our faces were level, and I flipped over to my stomach, resting my chin on the arm of the couch. He leaned forward slowly and pressed his lips to my forehead. I closed my eyes, just feeling his skin on mine, cherishing that moment.

"Where are the boys?" I whispered, and he leaned away.

"Are you seriously asking that?" He asked.

"What? I'm just wondering," I said, my face turning red.

"They're probably out hunting," he said. "Again."

"Is that all they do?" I asked, and he nodded.

"But seriously though, why'd you ask where they are?"

"I don't know, I was just wondering," I said. "Why'd you freak out at my question?"

"Okay, I did not freak out. It's just; we just had like… an awesome moment and you wanted to know where the boys who are all like, madly in love with you are." He said, and I looked at him with wide eyes. "Not the greatest thing I've heard in a while."

"What did you say?" I asked. "About the boys?"

"You seriously can't tell? Besides Nibs, they're all crazy about you," He said.

"Crazy about me, or in love with me?"

"I don't know. But none of them love me as much as I do." He said, and I smiled.

"Well, I'm sorry I ruined that moment," I said sarcastically.

"It's okay," he said, and then smirked. "We could always try again,"

"That sounds alright," I said, and he leaned towards me, pressing his lips to mine. My hands instantly went to his neck out of instinct. This felt so familiar, so safe. I knew where I belonged. It wasn't in London, it wasn't anywhere on Earth. It was in this far away, crazy world, with the boy I'd always loved.

"I love you," He whispered as he leaned away, his voice rugged. He leaned his forehead against mine.

"I love you too," I whispered back, looking into his eyes.

"Stay with me," He said.

"How many times have you said that?" I asked, smiling.

"A lot," He admitted, smiling back.

"How many times will it take for me to say I will for you to believe me?"

"I lost you once Wendy," He said, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. "I'm not going to risk losing you again. I just want to be sure that you're constantly happy."

"Well, as long as you stay with me, I'll be the happiest girl until the day I die." I whispered, and he smiled.

"But you won't die," I smiled at the thought. "As long as you stay, you never will. And I won't either. We'll stay like this."

"Good," I whispered once more, and then kissed his forehead. "I don't want anything to change."

"Me neither." He said. My lips lingered above his eyes, as I breathed in his scent. He smelled like the forest, like the strong scent of the pines that grew near the mountains. His bright red hair was slightly tangled, and it brushed against my nose. I smiled a little.

"I'm needed with Lorella and Kheelan," Peter mumbled. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"Why?" I asked.

"It's nothing," He said. "I'm actually not really sure what it's about, just stuff about the island I guess."

"Oh, okay." I said, sitting back so I was upright on the couch. He stood up, but remained where he was. "What time are you leaving?"

"They need me pretty soon," He looked at the door.

"How long will you be gone?" I asked.

He chuckled a little. "Not long. Don't worry, everything's okay. I promise." I smiled. "I should probably go."

I nodded, and he stepped towards me. He gave me a long, slow kiss before stepping away from me.

"I promise it's nothing," He said.

"You know the fact that you keep saying that makes me worry even more." I pointed out, and he shrugged.

"Well, I'll be back within a few hours," He said, and I held up my pinky, a smile on my face. He smirked. "Love you,"

"Love you too!" I called, and he flew out of the door. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the basket of fruit that was laying on the marble surface.

I had finished Pride and Prejudice. The Faeries had a massive library, filled with books from the mortal world. I had chosen Romeo and Juliet as my newest book. I was absolutely in love with it, even if it was a little difficult to decipher. It reminded me of Peter and me, how people of Neverland didn't want us to be together. But we fought for it, and we can finally be together. I wasn't going to lose him again.

I read for about thirty minutes, and then the boys came stumbling through the door. Their boots were muddy, and I instantly told them to take them off at the door.

"Jeez, Wendy." One of the Twins said, rolling his eyes. "We just walked through the door. Can't say a hello before barking at us?"

"No, I can't. And I'm not barking at you, I just don't want to have to mop up the mess again." I said, and they all kicked off their boots. Most of them staggered into the kitchen, but Nibs came and sat next to me, throwing a dead rabbit on the table besides me.

"How was the hunt?" I asked.

"Can't complain," He shrugged, falling next to me on the couch. Nibs had grown to be a brother, as did most of the Lost Boys. I felt closest to Nibs though. He and Slightly had been so kind and open to me ever since I'd arrived.

"Anything besides the rabbit?"

"Another rabbit and some birds." He sounded really tired. There was mud caked under his fingernails, and twigs stuck in his short brown hair. His long legs rested on the coffee table, deeply tanned from the hot sun.

"Nibs?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah, Wendy Bird?" He looked at me.

"Peter said something earlier tonight," I said. "About the rest of the boys, and I just wanted to know if it was true."

"What was it?" He straightened up, suddenly interested in what I had to say.

"Well, it's kind of silly actually, but he just said that besides you all of the boys are-"

"In love with you?" He interrupted. "Yeah, it's true."

"But why?" I asked, almost laughing.

"Well, they've always envied Peter. He's our leader; he can fly back to earth, and can get basically whatever he wants. Most of the boys have been feeling really lonely lately, with being immortal and forever young, and a lot of them want girls for themselves. Besides the Indians there aren't very many young girls here, so when you came back, they all jumped at the chance. That's why they were all hovering around you when they first saw you a few months ago."

"Really?" I asked, glancing at the boys in the kitchen. Nibs nodded. "Wow."

"Yeah, I know for sure that one of the Twins, Tootles and Curly are the ones who love you." Nibs said. I leaned back. I couldn't believe. Why me? Was it because I was one of the few girls on the island? I suddenly felt sympathy for the boys. How can you know you'll go on forever- when you don't have anyone to love? If I was in Neverland, and I didn't have Peter, I don't know what I'd do.

A few hours later I was sitting in our room, sitting Indian-style on the bed, reading Romeo and Juliet. It was then that I heard the door quietly open. I looked up to see Peter walking in, and then his tired eyes landed on mine.

"Hi," I said quietly. "Are you okay?"

He lay down on his back next to me, rubbing his eyes. "Yeah, I'm alright."

"Tired?" I asked, closing my book.

"Yeah, really tired. I'm gonna' go ahead and go to bed, okay? I know you've been alone all day, but-"

"Peter, it's okay. Are you needed again tomorrow?" I asked him, twirling my thumb around his palm.

He chuckled softly. "No, I don't think so. What were you planning?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing," I said, smiling. "Well, nothing yet, I guess." I laughed, and he sat up.

"Goodnight Wendy." He sweetly kissed my forehead, my nose, and my lips. "I love you."

"I love you too," I said, squeezing his hand.

"Hey, what are you reading?" He asked me, looking over my shoulder to see the book lying behind me.

"Oh, it's just Romeo and Juliet." I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I started it-"

"She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven. Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air." He recited, staring into my eyes deeply the entire time. He didn't even look at the page to read me the passage. I gasped quietly, and I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks. I looked down at my hands, which were gently placed in my lap.

"Wendy," Peter said softly. I looked up. A smile slowly crept onto my lips, and he smiled as well.

"That was beautiful," I whispered. "How do you know that?"

"Wendy," He looked at me as if it were obvious. "I've been alive for a while. I think I've memorized a few excerpts from classic literature." I just nodded, looking behind him. "Okay," He said, throwing himself back further onto the bed. "I'm going to bed." He kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt off over his head. I tried not to stare at him, as usual. He pulled the covers up to his chest, and rested his hands behind his head.

"Excuse me, young lady, if you keep staring at me, I won't be able to sleep." He said in his "judgmental adult" voice. I laughed, shaking my head, and climbed over towards him. He held his arms out for me, and I snuggled against him. I rested my head against his bare shoulder, and he stroked my arm with his thumb. He still smelled like the pines, and I inhaled his scent. I finally drifted to sleep, his arms wrapped protectively around my waist.

Peter's POV

I was completely, utterly, and hopelessly in love with Wendy Darling. I could never get her out of my mind. That day, when I was discussing matters of the island with Lorella and Kheelan, I could barely pay attention to them, because I was thinking about my girl back home, all alone. Of course, I knew I was in love with her for a while, but a new feeling came over me that night.

I was so in love with Wendy, that I made a very, and I mean very grown up decision.

I wanted to marry her.