A/N: Peter Panfic. Haha. I did the… I did the Panfic thing again… no?
Well I think I'm hilarious. So there.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, or Peter Pan.
It was painful. So painful. She only had to look at the end of her bed, to trace the heart shaped hole on the wooden board she rested her feet on in the night to feel the hole in her chest widen. She had long since thrown away the acorn, after one night where she dreamed he had come back, and he was trying to pull it off.
'Stop it Peter, you're hurting me!'
'I don't care. I don't care. I hate you. Give me back my kiss!'
'Peter don't! I can't breathe, I can't..'
'Give it back. Let me go, Wendy'
She woke up, covered in sweat, the golden chain twisted about her. Without thinking, she pulled it off and threw it out the ever open window. It wasn't until she re-awoke the next morning that she realised what had happened. Desperately she searched the snow covered pavement under her window. But she couldn't find it, and soon she had to come to the conclusion that she wouldn't find it ever again. That was the only time she cried. Wearing the same nightdress and her father's coat, she slid onto the frozen earth, shaking with either sobs or cold she didn't know which. Somehow she found herself back in bed although afterwards she had no idea how. That questions was only solved when Aunt Millicent looked at her over her spectacles and said with a hint of disdain
'Wendy, dear, must you persist in wearing that dreadful acorn at all times? I'm sure that it wouldn't matter should you take it off merely to breakfast with the rest of your family"
Wendy glanced down, and had to force herself not to immediately burst into tears and laugh with joy. Both seemed appropriate at that point in time. She settled for a politely indignant expression, clutching the necklace and shaking slightly. There was no more talk about the acorn throughout the meal.
'Wendy Moira Angela Darling!'
A crisp voice sliced through Wendy's voice as neatly as someone chopping vegetables for supper. She blinked, elbow slipping of the desk.
"Yes Mrs Falsom?"
The stout lady at the front of the classroom looked at her menacingly. Then she tilted her head and resumed what she had previously been saying.
"Now class, I would like to introduce a new class member"
Wendy's head snapped up as a tall boy stepped out of the shadows. He glanced around the room, and caught her eye. A slow, sly smile spread across his face.
"Go sit down, boy" said Mrs Falsom, pushing him on the back lightly. He walked slowly down the middle of the classroom to where Wendy was sitting. He sat in the seat next to her and extended a hand.
"Hullo. My name's Peter"
A/N: AWWWWW :3
Well that was cute. Hope you liked it!
