To never grow up; it's what every child wants, deep down inside. To always be carefree, spend the day playing, without a worry in the world. But, of course, never growing up is impossible. Except for one boy…

Wendy Darling snapped out of her daydream, pushing a brown curl out of her eyes and returning her attention to her book. She knew that her father wouldn't approve of her still being so easily distracted, even after years had passed. No matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn't seem to get herself together; grow up, as her father liked to say.

She was sixteen years old and still secretly yearned for Peter Pan to appear in her window and take her with him to Neverland again. She didn't want to grow up, yet it all seemed to be happening so quickly. Shopping for more mature styles of dresses with her mother, being moved further from the nursery than ever before so she would "have more privacy", and, secretly her least favorite of all, boys of all ages coming calling for her every weekend. She simply couldn't find any of them desirable. They were all too… charming.

She knew it was silly to think that way. Most girls her age longed for someone charming to come calling. But Wendy… Wendy found charming horribly dull. More often than not, the charming boys were all compliments and no adventure; and, if there was one thing Wendy Darling loved more than anything, it was adventure. She missed the old days, when she could play with her brothers and have a grand time. Now, she would simply look silly if she did so.

Sighing, she closed her mathematics book and got to her feet, walking over to her open window and looking out on the warm spring London night. "Oh, Peter…" she said softly, leaning her elbow on the windowsill and placing her cheek in her hand. "I can't help but wonder if you think of me as much as I think of you…"

"Wendy, dear! You have a visitor!"

Sighing when she heard her mother's voice calling from downstairs, straightened out and glanced once more out at the stars.

"I still believe, Peter; I always have."

With that, she exited her bedroom and shut the door quietly behind her, heading down the hall and toward the parlor, where she knew yet another boy from church would be waiting.

Little did she know, out in the darkness surrounding her window, an impish grin graced the lips of a brilliantly red-haired boy, and a faint tinkling sound filled the air.

Wendy still believed.