Authors note:
I've always been a fan of Peter Pan and Wendy. So here are some more stories for the pair I love to ship.
Chapter 1
Quite some time has passed since the last time I saw Peter. Everyday my brothers were changing and forgetting, but not me. I guess I was changing appearance wise, but how I dreamt stayed the same. I promised not to grow up, to wait for him. But time had other plans.
One day I had to leave the nursery. I begged and cried, pleaded telling my parents not to let me go. But even I even if I didn't want to I had to grow up. So I did, I accepted it. I grew up, but like I said I wasn't really grown up.
I watched my brothers grow and little by little I could see them losing it. Slowly but surely. One day I asked my youngest brother MIchael what he remembers about Peter. He laughed and said,
"Isn't that story Wendy, before mom tucked us in at night? A fairy tale."
Even John who was only one year younger than me was believing that everything that night was a dream. A very vivid dream that was everyday becoming a bit more foggy.
A little bit of more time passed, but there was never a day where I stopped looking through the window. I myself was starting to worry, and beginning to think that everything was a dream. Like John said a very vivid dream indeed.
The night before my 16th birthday I normally would unlock the window for Peter. But tonight I didn't think there would be a difference. So I locked it. Before I went to bed I looked at myself through the mirror on my vanity. I have changed I will never be able to deny that. And I started talking to myself.
"He's not coming," "And even if he was, it's too late. You're growing up."
I looked around my room. It was a small room not much in it. The wall paper was light blue like the sky. And on the ground just above the carpet I painted dandelions and daisies. Bright yellows and whites specks of pastel pink. I looked on the shelves where the fairytales and photo albums where. I looked about my room twirling slowly, looking at every corner every wall. And I stopped. I looked at my bed. That was facing the window. I looked back and forth over and over decided what it is I should do. I then glared at the clock and saw that it was a little passed midnight. And I decided for the bed. I crawled in and tucked myself under the covers.
A few minutes and I was sleeping lightly. At least I was trying to sleep but I hearing stone hitting my window.
I got up irritated. I marched my way to the window and pushed the curtains away. I opened the window and looked down. My face scarlet with irritation. But no one was there. I looked side left and then right. My lips slipped and I said the name
"Peter,"
I sighed and smirked. He wouldn't be here said my mind. I closed the windows a little disappointed to tell the truth. But I didn't lock them. I guess I never can…
I turned around and face to face I was staring at a neck, a color bone, and an ivy green material that was made into a shirt. I stared for a while in disbelief. I looked up to a boy who was grinning down on me. Though this boy was different. He was taller, and his face was more defined. Peter grew up.
"Peter?" I said shyly.
"hmm?" He said.
"D-Did you grow up?" I asked.
He put his arms around me and hugged me. He let go but then he held my hands and said
"Never."
Authors note:
Done I hoped you liked it! Please review, it means a lot. Will update soon, because I had a lot of fun writing this.
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