Moonlight
They stood upon the wooden deck, staring past the golden leaved trees into the dusky twilight ahead of them. Molly stared quietly out at the sky, watching as a single star glittered gently in the orange and black light. George stood next to her, watching in amazement as not one, not two, but three golden moons began to rise above the wide open sea. Breaking free from the splendor of the world in front of her, Molly turned her gaze to shyly glance at George. George, on the other hand, was well aware that he was being watched. He turned his own gaze to Molly, and their eyes met. Both blushed furiously and looked away, each one feeling the sudden awkwardness between them. They had felt it before, but this time their seemed to be some other emotion that was grabbing at their hearts.
"It's quite beautiful, isn't it?" Molly asked suddenly, startling George.
"That it is," he replied after a moment. "It's not like anything we'll ever see at home."
"No, it's not. Sadly, it never will be." Molly turned to face George again, a sad expression on her face. "I'm going to hate it when we have to leave. There is no place like this at all at home, and I'll miss it terribly every night. I know I'll spend every waking moment thinking about it until it's all that I am ever going to think about and..."
She paused suddenly. "George?"
The lanky boy was staring at Molly with a look on his face that the delicate girl had never seen before in her life. For once, Molly could not read his expression. She highly doubted that even the smartest person in the entire universe would be able to tell her what the look on George's face meant, even if they did years and years of research. Molly was slightly frightened and yet very much intrigued by this new mystery, as well as to the sudden reason as why her heart had began to beat one hundred times faster then usual. She wanted answers to her thoughts, and she very much wanted George to include her in on what his expression was trying to say to her. The longer the two stared at each other, the more that grabbing feeling in their hearts grew and the more that Molly's impatience grew until she could stand it no longer.
"George," Molly repeated, in a voice that came out so quietly that it sounded no more then a whisper on the wind.
"Molly," George replied in a similar tone of voice as he gently pressed his lips against hers.
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed that really short one - shot that I found randomly on my computer. I wrote it a few years ago about Molly Astor and George Darling from the Peter and the Starcatchers series. My interpretation of Neverland is based off of the one portrayed in the movieHook.
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