Authors note: Here's the beginning of a fanfiction that I wrote for my friend Charlene!
I have no idea if I really like the title, I just made it up for a lack of better things to call it. (Please give me ideas!)

I (regretfully) dont own Peter Pan.

Peters POV

I hate Wendy Darling.
I hate Wendy Darling.
I hate Wendy Darling.
I hate Wendy Darling.

I looked at her through the corner of my eye. I wouldn't turn my head. I wouldn't show her that I was looking at her. No. Her eyes were looking back into mine. She could sense that I was looking at her. Her eyes were looking into mine… really looking into mine, like she was looking into my eyes-through my eyes- and seeing my thoughts.

I am unconditionally in love with Wendy Darling

I am irrevocably in love with Wendy Darling.

I am undeniably in love with Wendy Darling

I am irreversibly in love with Wendy Darling.

I am inexplicably in love with Wendy Darling.

I am completely in love with Wendy Darling.

I looked at her once more, this time turning my head. She looked back at me. Her eyes are stunning. God, she's beautiful.

I'd rather face a starving crocodile with one hand tied behind my back then tell her anything I'd just thought.

Wendy's POV

Peter Pan is the single most immature person I have ever met.

(I'm including both of my younger brothers in that category.)

Peter Pan is one of the more narcissistic people I've ever met.

(With good reason… but that's beside the point.)

I glanced up and looked at him. He was looking at me through the corner of his eye. He did that a lot, thinking that I wouldn't notice. It's hard to not notice when he has eyes like that. I lost myself in them for a moment, just looking at him. I looked at his profile. He was gorgeous. He turned his head and our eyes met again. I wonder if he knows how much time I've spent looking at his eyes. I wonder if I know how much time he's spent looking into mine. I tore my eyes away, and looked everywhere, anywhere. His shirt grabbed my attention. It was blue.

Peter Pan bought an entirely new wardrobe so that he could match the color of my eyes.
 (He told me that once when he thought I was asleep.)

It's really no wonder that I'm so in love with him.

Thats all for now! Sorry for how short it is! (It's a whole page in word! :D)
Please read and review! :)