All right, I am officially obsessed with Peter Pan. I have seen it eight times in the past three days and can speak the script from beginning to end. I know I am not very good at writing, and have never written about Peter Pan before, but oh well. I was bored. This is just a one-shot and I know it isn't completely grammatically (I don't know if I spelt that write) correct, so you don't have to tell me (unless you want to). Please Read and Review!

All children grow up, except one...

It had been about three months sense the night Peter had come to the Nursery window and Wendy couldn't stop thinking about it. Every night she would dream of Peter and remember his words, how he refused to grow up. When she told her brothers stories she would be sure to leave the window open, just incase.

I must see Peter again. I must...

How can I forget him? He left such a big impact on my life. And now, with six new brothers and a new cousin, how is one to forget and move on?

"Wendy you-who? Anyone in there?" Nibs knocked on my forehead.

"Wha- oh, yeah" I said hazily picking up my spoon and filling it with creamed corn. I was the only one using utensils, everyone else thought it fine to eat with their hands. Mother and Father had gone out for the night and Slightly was over, as usual. I looked around at my rather large family. They were all talking loudly trying to drown out the rest.

"Did you see the look on her face?" John laughed. "She was so shocked!" he started cracking up.

I placed my fork down. I couldn't eat. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I got up and made my way through the pigsty that was now our house. My mom gave up on cleaning. She didn't mind the mess too much. It was my aunt who used to. Used to. Slightly seemed to make her forget about the neighbors. She had a son, that's all she ever wanted.

I pulled the rocking chair up to the window and looked out it, absentmindedly. Looking out, my mind wandered to him... his face.

His smile.

His laugh.

Everything about him.

I must speak to him. Convince him to grow up...

The nursery door opened and in spilled the crowd. I decided to enjoy myself. I needed to stop thinking about him.

"Wendy, will you tell us a story?" asked Michael, sitting on my lap.

"Sure, about what?" I asked picking him up and carrying him over to the bed where I sat him down, next to me.

"Ow 'bout the story where Hook got 'is hand cut 'n thrown to the crock?"

"Alright, it all started one morning when the sun was shining bright..." I spilled into the story, and by the time I was finished, every boy was asleep.

"Well, that's one way to knock them out." Said a familiar voice from behind me.

"Peter!" I exclaimed, hugging him tightly. "Oh how I've missed you! I thought I'd never see you again! But... but why are you in London?" I noticed tears in his eyes.

"Tink...Tink is gone... she found herself a mate and... she left."

"Oh Peter I am so sorry! But... you're alone in Neverland now aren't you?"

He nodded. "I suppose sooner or later a lost boy will come..."

"Peter please stay in London, just for a week or two. Then, if you don't like it, you can go back to Neverland. But you will like it. I know you will. Growing up isn't all that bad. In fact, it is quite fun and full of adventures." I looked at him pleadingly.

"Okay, just for a while..."

Well, now, a year later, Peter is still here and having fun. He loves it here, in London, and I think he is staying. For good.

Okay, well there you have it. Kinda rushed I know.

Hope you liked it! Please review!

Until next time,

Nicole