Author's Note: I do not own anything from Peter Pan, it is all owned by Disney; however, I do own Chasity Daniels, and her family.


Chasity's POV:

"Oh, be quiet, you," Chasity stuck her tongue out at her older brother, Thomas. He rolled his eyes and laughed abit at Chasity's facial expression.

"Oh Chasity, if only you could let loose once in a while. You would be so much more fun to be around," Thomas replied, his voice thick. He gave his little sister one last up and down glance and walked out the front door. Chasity stood there, a hurt look on her heart-shaped face. Crystal clear tears filled her green eyes as she turned on her heel and went back upstairs to finish getting ready for school. She wouldn't - couldn't - let Thomas bring her feelings down on her last day of school. This year she was actually invited to a summer bash at her crush's house, for the first time in her life. A smile appeared on her lips as the thought of how the party - she hoped - would go.

000

She would arrive, fashionably late, and make her way across the dance floor, towards the bar on the other side. She would then by an alcoholic drink - disobeying her Father's wishes for once - and get drunk. Then when she found Ryan, she'd kiss him and they would escape into a room for the rest of the night.

000

Letting out a little giggle, Chasity stripped off her pajamas and changed into her strapless floral sun-dress, that barely past her knees. She had bought the dress a while back, and had been waiting for today to wear it. She knew that her father would disapprove of her wearing the dress, but she had to wear it today, to let Ryan know that she wasn't just a goody-to-shoes girl. She bit her lip and reminisced on the day she bought it, swaying slightly with her eyes closed.

000

It had started out as a regular spring day, but that was before Chasity checked her e-mail for her word of the day. She had found a new email from her favorite boutique and saw that everything in the store was 75% off due to their annual 'back to spring blowout.' And when she found this dress, it was magic. It had fit perfectly, flaunting her curves and showing more skin than she had in the past three years of high-school. She bought it and then hid it in the back of her closet for the last day of school, when her parents don't really mind what she wore, as long as it was appropriate for school and followed their dress code.

000

Viciously, Chasity shook her head, mentally punishing herself from letting her thoughts stray down unusual paths.

"Chasity! Time for school, honey," her mother called up from the base of the stairs, drying her hands with a damp dish towel. The daughter's eyes widened with fear and confusion. She had been day dreaming for fifteen minutes when she should've been finding and putting on her finishing touches to her outfit, like jewelry and makeup. Quickly, she pulled her hair up into a messy, yet still cute enough, bun and spritzed herself with Vanilla Snowflake, her favorite body mist smell. Running down the stairs, she fumbling with getting her brown gladiator sandals on.

"Goodbye Mother. I love you!" She called out, going out the door just in time to catch the bus. Chasity let out a small sigh as she sat down in her usual bus sear - right in the front - and smiled a bit. She was so deep into her fantasy that she barely even noticed the oddly familiar sandy blond haired boy sitting right behind her.


Peter's POV:

The smell of the bus almost knocked him out cold as he sat down in the second empty bus seat of the disgusting-looking yellow bus. The bus zoomed to the next stop, with bewildering speed. Peter had to put both of his hands on the back of the seat in front of him to stop himself from flying out of the windshield.

"Goodbye Mother. I love you!" cried the voice that Peter became to know and love. He bit his lip, as his eyes followed her running towards the bus with her beautiful sun-dress flowing behind her. A breath hitched in his throat as she bounced up the steps and flung herself into the seat in front of him. Her fiery red hair was a mess from the back, but that was soon taken down and braided into that looked like a fish's tail. Peter sighed happily as he saw her green eyes reflecting in the window, looking out at the trees and beyond.

Chasity Daniels reminded him of Wendy Darling in some way. They both were rule obeyers but had a spark in them, that needed to be ignited to set their imagination go free. And for Chasity, that happened when she was four years old.

000

Peter was flying around London with Tink, as usual, being bored. He needed an escape from the lost boys who were always bickering with one another about mothers and if Peter was going to give them another, since they left the Darling family when Wendy moved out of the nursery, two years later when they came to live. He had stumbled upon a mother reading a book to her daughter in a nursery, that looked awfully like the Darling's and he stayed to listen, hiding outside of the window. He smiled once he knew it was about him, and pressed his ear up to the shut nursery window, wanting more.
"Mommy! There is a boy at the window, just like Peter Pan in the story!" shouted the little girl laying down in the bed. The mother, startled, got up from her chair and quickly walked over to the window to find nothing there, but a leaf falling down from the tree. She turned around and gave her daughter a stern look. "But mommy, I saw him."
The mother had enough with her four year old daughter's nonsense, and kissed her little girl goodnight. The mother had turned down the night light and walked out, shutting the door behind quietly. The daughter, knowing that she had seen someone there, got out of bed and ran over the window. With her little chubby fingers, she unlatched the window and opened it, and ran back to her bed, throwing the covers over her head, to make it appear like she was sleeping. Peter saw the open window and flew in, curious to take a look around the nursery. The little girl heard footsteps fall quietly on the floor and got from under the covers quickly.
"Ah-hah! I caught you, mister," the girl cried out and jumped off her bed to grab her sword to protect herself from the mysterious stranger. Peter laughed, because he thought it was funny.
"Hello, I'm Peter. Peter Pan," he said, sitting down on the floor to match the little girl's height. The little girl's eyes grew wider as she stood there with her sword in hand.
"I am Chasity. Chasity Daniels." she responded, happy that her role model was actually in her room.

000

Peter laughed quietly and then looked out the window, they were at the school. He gulped and then stood up, wanting to get off of this bus as soon as possible.

...

The rest of the day played out just like Peter had suspected it would. He had managed to be in Chasity's every class and behind her as well. He would stare at the back of her head, with a dreamy face, fantasizing about touching her, holding her, caressing her. Only once did he dare to reach out and touch the delicate braid that caressed Chasity's head and bare shoulder.


Chasity's POV:

That boy has been following me. I swear he is. He is in every single one of my classes, and gets the seat behind me in every single one of my classes. This is really starting to scare me right about now. Although, even though he is a stranger to me, I feel like I know him from somewhere. A dream? A very descriptive character from a book? A meeting of some sort? An old family friend? I don't know, but he better not be at the party tonight, because if he is, he will ruin the night. I just know he will.