Hey Y'all! I'm West, I'm 13 (14 in October) and this is my first Peter Pan fanfic. I normally do Twilight fics, but I read a Peter Pan fic and remembered how much I love this story. So I decided to give this a shot. Anyhoo, the story is based on the song The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot by Brand New. I don't know if I will continue till you tell me. So tell me if you like it and I will update. Reviews help me.
The room was stuck in time. The walls were apparently the same color they were when they belonged to the first Darlings to live in this house. A maroon curtain-witch was in front of the stain glass window-ran all the way to the floor. And the floor was still the same hard wood, covered by the Oriental rug. Plus I had to admit; I liked the mural of clouds on the ceiling.
It was the Darling nursery. And it was my room.
My full size bed lay on the opposite side of the north wall; in front of the window. We had had all of our furniture delivered from America, and my dresser was pushed in the middle of the room. My dad had sold my book shelves and I see why now. The walls were lined with brown shelves all around that were attached to the walls. They were just waiting to be filled.
I made my way to the boxes I had brought up and set beside my door. I pulled out about 5 books and began filing them. If there was one thing I had a lot of, it was books. After a while I decided to take a break from them and moved on to other objects.
I pulled out a lamp I had had since I was 4. It looked like an aquarium; little fake fish rotated around and lighting up. It was maybe a little babyish, but I always thought it was cool. I put the lamp on my nightstand next to my alarm clock and ihome.
I noticed the walls still had candle lamps. It was just another time freeze to consider.
It took me about 30 minutes to push my dresser next the closet on the east wall, and another 15 minutes to set up the mirror on top. It probably wouldn't have taken that long if I had gotten help from my dad. But we weren't on the best terms right now.
I set up the little make up that I had on the dresser and stuck pictures of my old life in between the frame and the mirror.
The picture of me and Natilie at the Rain Forest Café was my favorite.
My friends…
I didn't even want to think about it.
I only had one poster. It was a big picture of the Minutes to Midnight album. I had had it ado graphed by all of Linkin Park on my 13th birthday, and it was one of my most prized positions.
I pulled out my labtop and looked around the room for a place to put it. My gaze landed on the window where there was a perch. Next to the window was a plug witch was newly wired in.
I would plug it in and set it there. I could visualize myself on that window; doing homework, chatting online, writing, reading.
Witch reminded me that I still needed to finish unpacking my books. I continued to stack them on the shelves pausing when I came to my favorites or my printed short stories.
Finally I was getting down to the last three when I came to the end of the last shelf.
And there was a book that I did not belong to me.
It was barley holding together and was covered in a sheet of dust. I blew on it, and wiped down the cover.
Peter Pan
By Wendy Darling
The book that made the family name famous. My eccentric great, great aunt had written of her imaginary adventures inside her mind, and it sold like hot cakes.
It was a brilliant piece of literature witch had gone on to form plays to Disney cartoons, and even blockbuster hits.
Ah yes. This was the whole reason that I enjoyed writing fanfiction and doing nerdy essay contests.
It used to be one of my favorite stories and Peter Pan was one of my favorite characters.
Now it all seemed so stupid. Peter Pan wanted to stay a kid forever. He wanted to always be a boy and have fun.
To be a kid always meant to always be on a leash; to never be taken seriously.
Peter Pan was an idiot.
I'm 13 and a half, and can't wait to be out of the clutches of my father. I want to fly back to my home in America and go to college. With out his help of course.
So I guess I can understand Peter Pan's character a little bit. I want to run away too.
I sat the book on the shelf and turned around to examine my room. I didn't have much but I had unpacked all my things, and it felt complete.
But as much as I hated to admit it; it felt a little bit surreal. This was the place where Wendy met Peter; where the Lost Boys joined a family.
But this was also reality.
I decided to see if Dad had gotten any food. I hadn't said so much as two words to him today, but I was hungry.
I ran my hands along the dusty banister. It wobbled slightly; confirming my thoughts that if I were to crash into them I would go strait through and fall to my death. This place was so old.
The house had been abandoned after Jane Darling married into the Pattinson family, and my great uncle got it. It was all boys after that and my grandfather was the caretaker of the building sooner or later. When he died my father, Eli Darling, was next in line.
He never took care of it himself; just hired people to come by and check up and clean.
You see, after my grandfather died, Dad really got into his music more then he ever had.
He and his band moved to the U.S. to see if they could make it big.
He was playing at bar in Hilltop Texas one night when he was hit with the Cupid arrow.
The beautiful young lady swaying to his voice and guitar had caught his eye. She had long golden hair, just like me. Her eyes were an entrancing strange blue/aqua color, also like mine. But I didn't consider mine entrancing. Her tanned Texas skin had him stating at her as if she was glowing.
My dad had stopped playing completely, just to stare at her.
And she stared back, thinking he was just as glorious. He had all the Darling features; which I had only inherited a few.
His dark hair curled slightly in that long 70's sort of way. His light blue eyes popped against his pail skin which stretched over his strong Darling chin.
I had the chin, and it gave me away as a Darling. It was the only thing that helped you realize that my father and I were related. I had the chin and that infamous kiss in the right hand corner of my mouth. But I just considered it a twitch of my lip.
They stared into each other's eyes, and it was love at first sight.
But this was also reality.
Love on my father's part was lust on my mothers. So after the one night stand, she was gone.
My dad was depressed and ended up writing a hit song about her; as if she deserved it. A band called Honeybrowne found his lyrics and that is how the song, Texas Angel, was born.
And so he found his career. Not a rockstar, but a lyricist. He also had Wendy Darling's knack for writing, witch he passed on to me. Yet even with all his sucess he still had his dreams in a box, and he sometimes couldn't put them away. And he didn't put away the girl who stole his heart all in one night, Melanie Bower.
Melanie had been throwing up every morning since the one night stand with my father. So when she bought the pregnancy test and it turned out positive, she didn't know what to do.
She was only 18 years old when she got pregnant and first considered getting rid of me. She made the wrong move by going to her parents for advice. Before they kicked her out they told her she would go to hell if she got rid of me.
She was considering adoption, when she remembered something.
The man with the beautiful English accent just happened to be my father.
My mom found my dad and he of course said that he would take care of her. He was thrilled knowing that she was back, but terrified because he was going to be a young father.
And I was what they got in the end, a little baby girl. Danny Darling.
I'm pretty sure that as soon as I was born my mom planned to ditch me with him, but there was a change in plans. My mom had done drugs prier to having me. So I was born small (still am) and sick, and I guess my mom grew a heart and loved me.
Over the time I was being nursed to health my dad married my mom.
When I was health they decided to live together and unhappily for me.
They fought constantly which didn't go unnoticed by me. My dad loved her and she didn't love him and that was a problem. By the time I was 8 years old I was wishing they would just get a divorce, and I could alternate living with them.
My mom got back into drugs when I was 11 and I knew it was only a matter of time when I would have one parent.
It was a relief when my mom decided I wasn't important enough, and left.
I can't say I was upset about my mom leaving. Just a little sad that she left me, and didn't even say goodbye. She never really took care of me but she was always there.
It was only 3 months ago when she took off. The first month, my dad went looking for her. The second month he gave up and got depressed. And the third month he decided he couldn't be in places that she had walked.
So he decided it was time to head back home, and ripped me from my friends and my life back in Texas. That's why we weren't really on speaking terms, which was kind of upsetting.
My dad was not in the kitchen when I got there, and neither was the food. I decided to eat the most unsanitary delicious treat. I opened the pantry and saw some of the food that didn't need to be refrigerated in a box.
I found the peanut butter and popped the top. I found some sugar and sprinkled some in the peanut butter. I would have a stomach ache later, but whatever.
I stuck a spoon in the jar and made my way back to my room. I didn't want to see the rest of the house just yet; I was still pissed and seeing the house would make this situation all the more real.
My room was just as I left it. I went to the dresser to set down my peanut butter when I noticed something in the mirror. I was eating Peter Pan peanut butter. I don't know why but this just seemed funny to me. And I laughed for the first time in 3 months.
It shocked me to say the least. I hadn't made one noise today for one, and I nothing funny had happened in my life lately.
I stopped immediately and starred at the smile that was slowly wearing away. Then it was gone; My Darling jaw was tight and my kiss lips were in a line. I sighed at my hair and picked up my brush.
I hadn't looked good for the past three months. I hadn't been sleeping well which made me look tired, and if I looked tired I looked grumpy.
Plus I had even gotten a little skinnier, which can't be good. I am already naturally under wait. Most of my friends were at least close or over 100 lbs. I was 75 lbs, and I was trying to get fatter in a healthy way. Peanut butter and sugar didn't go into that category, but I didn't care.
I was also short. Most of my friends were at least close or over 5ft, were as I was 4'7. I wish I would just grow.
The only thing I was remotely happy with was my chest. I had gone from having the chest of a little boy to a full A cup, edging on B. I was dorokly enough, ecstatic.
Which reminded me, I pulled the measuring tape-which I had already unpacked- out of the jewelry box that sat on my dresser. I pulled it around my chest, turning to my side.
I don't know if I had been quiet to long or if I was going crazy, but I know that I heard it. The sound of the tiniest giggle illuminated in my ears. I shot in the direction which I heard it come from, dropping the measuring tape falling to the floor. My heart rate was sky rocketing as I stared at the window.
I was going crazy. Take deep breaths Danny.
I ran to my carry on bag that I had set on the bed and pulled out my ipod. Music would help. I put it on my ihome and Music for a Nurse by Oceansize came on.
I lie on my bed and let the single cords of the guitar and the light taping of the drums fill my head.
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This was a strange dream.
I was in my room; my new one- the Darling nursery.
It was dark, except for the glow of my computer. A song played softly in the background but I was too tiered to name it. I turned to the glow of the computer.
There in the light of the screen, was a beautiful face. He looked to be about my age with messy sandy brown hair. His was tan and slightly freckled. I could see his ice blue eyes even perfectly in the darkness. He was wearing what seemed to be leaves, and they didn't cover his upper half well; I could see the beginnings of toned muscles. This is the part where I should be freaked out but I wasn't
I moved slightly and his head shot up.
Our eyes locked for a moment and then he fled out the window.
The Window!
I sprinted from my bed and went to the window. There was nothing.
This is the weirdest dream.
I went back to the bed and wondered when I would wake up.
I'm getting hungry for some reviews!
