i do not own peter pan or the songs in the story i only own Rain/Damin and the idea of the story.

I sat there in my room listening to my little sister; well we are actually only 5 year apart, but I listened to her tell the story of Peter Pan. I have heard the story thousands of times and each time it changes. We were now 18 and 13, I was a senior in high school and she was just starting high school. It was still summer time, and I was just getting in from hanging with my friends at the teen club that was a few blocks from my house. I walked in and saw everyone in my family in the living room talking and laughing. I stood in the door way as my aunt "appraised" Wendy. She talked about the stupid hidden kiss, it always annoyed me thinking about it because my mom had it and Wendy always talked about it. I will admit I have thought about it but when my aunt gets on about it, there is no way of making her stop. Mom looked over at me and when she saw me she walked over to me,

"How was your night dear?"

"It was good, met some interesting people. Katie met someone and they are hanging out tomorrow and she wants me to come with her."

I don't know what it was but whenever I hang out with Katie and one of the guys she meets i feel like a third wheel and mom knows it. She says I get a sad look in my eyes.

"You have that look again, Rain."

"Hm…It's fine, really. I don't mind."

"Dear I know you don't like going with her and hanging out with her and her guys. But I promise you that you will meet someone. He will be amazing."

I nodded but I didn't tell her that I had met someone when I was 8, I don't remember his name or anything else except that we hung out every night. I would be outside playing with Nana and then there was a boy who would climb the wall every night. Well, I am not really sure he climbed it but he was always on top of the wall. I keep thinking about it and then I heard mom say something else.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing, but I am going to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

She nodded and I walked up to my room. Nana fallowed me and sat at the end of the bed as I got ready for bed. I sleep in the attic so I could have my own room. I turned the radio on and listened to "Hello World" by Lady Antebellum. I turned it up as loud as I could. I didn't hear anyone knock on the door till I felt someone touch my shoulder. I turned and saw my sister.

"What?"

"Do you mind? I was trying to tell a story before you turned your music up so loud."

"Get over it. I am listening to my music and you will have to deal with it."

"I am trying to tell the boys about peter and you are ruining it."

I heard her voice go dreamy like she met prince charming and I just rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. He isn't real, you know and you are stupid for believing that someone doesn't age."

"HE DOSENT AGE, RAIN! YOU DON'T KNOW A THING ABOUT HIM!"

"WELL AT LEST I DON'T BELEVE SOMEONE DOESN'T AGE! YOUR FRIGGEN DUMB FOR THINKING THAT. EVERYONE AGES WETHER THEY WANT TO OR NOT, THEY AGE!"

Mom walked in after that and told Wendy to get out. She then looked at me and said, "You shouldn't treat her like that. She is young and it is just a story." I just looked at her and said

"That isn't just a story mom."

She just looked at me and didn't say anything. She knew I was right. I told her about the boy I met when I was 8 and never talked about it again till Wendy started telling stories of the boy who could fly and who lived in a different world and who didn't age.

"Don't you know it was just your imagination when you were little and he was not real?"

She didn't like me talking about it because of the fact that everyone use to make fun of me and I quit talking for the longest time. I looked away from her; it always made her upset whenever someone brought that up. She left the room and said not to think about it, it was not real and Wendy's stories were just that, stories. I looked out my window and saw the stars; I climbed out on to the roof and looked at them again. I smiled. I felt tears in my eyes, I knew mom was right and then I also knew my mother was wrong.

I heard my song change to "Don't You Want to Stay" by Jason Aldean. Even though I blocked out the memories from when I was little I did remember him saying he would return one day and this song was playing and I think of that day every time I hear this song. Mom didn't know about that. I never told her. We told each other it was our song. I started singing the song not even looking around to see if anyone was there but then I heard a guy's voice singing. I looked up and saw a boy sitting on the chimney to the house.

"Who are you?"

*laugh* "You know….come on, Rain, you haven't forgotten me have you?"

I just looked at him and then said I didn't know him.

"What? That hurts, we played games all the time together."

I keep thinking but can't think of anyone.

I just looked at him and said I don't know you and went inside. I didn't even try to think of how he got up there. I went to bed that night thinking about him, my past and Wendy's dumb story.

"I wish I remembered. I want him back."

What I didn't know was the boy was right outside my window and heard me say that and smiled to himself and says

"I'm right here, Rain."

I had a strange dream that night about my past:

I was playing in the garden behind the house there where walls though, mom and dad said they were to keep me safe from cars and people. I was pretending to be a trapped princess and the evil pirate king was holding me against my will. I was getting bored though because I didn't have anyone to play with, and it was getting late so all my friends were getting ready for bed. I sighed, sitting on the ground and looking at the moon coming out.

"I wish I could fly."

I just laid there as nana came out, she lay next to me and I put my head on her back using her as a pillow. I keep looking at the stars when I heard someone laughing. I looked over and saw a black shadow.

"Who are you?"

I saw the boy talk but I couldn't hear him. I then started playing games with him. He told me about a magical place, there were mermaids, pirates, Indians, and fairies. I was excited when he told me all this, but then I told him I wouldn't ever be able to go, I couldn't fly. He smiled and said, "I can teach you. I can take you there!" I thought about it and I wanted to go but I couldn't, I couldn't leave my mom behind. I told him I couldn't and he said, "Okay, but I got to go."

"Wait! Will you come back?"

He smiled and nodded.

I woke from my dream wishing I could remember the boy's face. It would help a lot but I couldn't for the life of me. I knew I wasn't going back to sleep so I grabbed a sketch book and went to the roof and started to draw anything I could remember and I got a whole picture of the island of pirate's and mermaids and fairies. I smiled and went back threw my book and found one of a boy he looked like the shadow in my dream. I remembered know I drew him and then I saw the name at the bottom. It said 'Peter'. I guessed that was his name. I whispered the name, once again thinking no one was around but then I heard someone say,

"So you remember now?"

I turned and saw the boy from early; I just stared at him then looked at the picture it didn't look like him. He aged a lot since the picture I drew.

"Peter?"