As time ticks by, the more Wendy feels her adventures with the boy who never aged felt like just a dream. A marvelous dream, in which this young girl fell in love with the one person she could never be with. But, he promised he would come back, and that single promise, is what keeps Wendy from closing the window, what keeps her telling stories every night, whether she may be sick, or tired, she'll tell the story. But alas, poor Wendy has cried day and night, not only because the one who stole her heart hasn't returned, but because, Wendy, has forgotten how to fly. And as you may know, walking gets too boring, when you know how to fly.

When The Darling children returned home that night, so long ago, Mrs. Darling had gasped. "Wendy!" She cried out. Mr. Darling looked to Wendy and gasped as well. Aunt Milicent walked to Wendy.

"As I said, right in the right hand corner, was the hidden kiss. And our young Wendy has now found the one it belongs to." Wendy had thought back to when she gave Peter a "Thimble", and blushed.

Once she aged thirteen, her mother and aunt began accepting suitors, but Wendy found all of them beastly. One man would be sweet, but with horrible manners and the eyes of a cat, while another, would be very handsome and well mannered, but intolerable. Making cocky smiles, flirting with any, and every woman.

"So Wendy," He once asked. "Where shall we be married?" The cocky smile came out to play.

Wendy had sighed, "You like woman, don't you Martin?" He nodded. "You believe," She smiled, as if she actually meant this, "You have the finest physique?" He nodded. "Then take your physique to someone who actually cares about it, because you are most definitely not the man for me." She closed the door. She slid down the door, finding her knees to her chest and her forehead in her palms. "No one in this world is."

At the age of fourteen, her aunt began training Wendy to become a lady. She was determined to marry her off. First on the list was to get her out of the nursery with her brothers, but, Wendy refused to leave, for she thought Peter wouldn't be able to find her. So, her brothers were forced to move rooms, leaving Wendy with no one to tell her stories to.

"And they lived happily. Ever. After. The end." Wendy said, staring out the Window to the stars.

The next, was to improve her manners. But, Wendy didn't have bad manners. In fact, Wendy's manners were very well. It was only when someone made her angry that she became rude. Like one of the men who came to visit had said, "Fairy tales are for children." This angered Wendy.

"No harm intended my good sir, but you yourself are not but just a child."

"Excuse, but I am a fine man. And fine men don't waste time on fairy tales."

"Why is that?" She stood up and hovered over him. "You are but just a child! And if you truly believe that, when you finally are a man, you shall not be truly living at all!"

"I am the child? You're the one who is acting like a child right now! You are not the woman I wish to marry." She laughed, pushing him out of the door.

"Godspeed finding a woman willing to put up with your…nonsense!" She slammed the door.

The final step, was to improve her posture, and dress ware, so that she would be able to dress herself properly. She normally dressed in a sweater, with a knee length skirt, but her aunt said she needs to start wearing dresses. Maybe even some to accentuate her figure. She felt strange in a corset, especially as they began tying the back. Her body has changed in some areas, and her aunt said all women must "flaunt them" but her mother gasped, disagreeing.

Wendy laughed, but then found it hard to breathe in this corset. They reassured her, it was normal. She wasn't sure how they did it, after one walk around the house, she practically begged for them to take it off, and her mother was going to, she couldn't help it, her kind heart demanded it. But, Aunt Milicent stopped her.

Wendy found those days hysterical, in more ways than one. She was now fifteen, and became used to the corsets. But, she still has not gotten used to the idea of marrying one of these men, and probably never will.

Peter is always at the back of her mind, and slowly makes his way to the front when she is speaking to a man. The boys are still going to school, but a tragedy has struck. November third, one year ago, Michael had been following Nana, who had gotten loose, as always. He caught up to her, but she was on the tracks of a oncoming train. Michael, having the kind, wonderful heart he does, ran to push her, stepping in front of the train. Mrs. And Mr. Darling wouldn't speak for over three months, for their hearts had flown away with Michael, and so they could not speak. Wendy keeps Michael's teddy bear in a chair, with a pirate hat on its head, and a wooden sword in its arms, as he would have wanted. The week after Michael's death was the only time Wendy didn't think of Peter. The boys' became dreadfully awful in school, being sent to the office over and over, but the principal didn't take affirmative action, for most of London had heard of the Darling family and the death of one of their younger sons.

But things began going back to normal, and Wendy told the boys' stories, while also keeping Nana in her room. But something strange happened. If you were to look at Nana, she'd seem sad. She tends to mope around, as if she is mourning as well.

Of course, the Darling family has not forgotten, nor gotten over young Michael's death. They are simply coping with it, allowing it.

"Wendy, Sir Charles Dachion wishes for you to accompany him to his father's banquet." Mr. Darling said, handing Wendy a letter that said the same. Mr. Darling saw the look on her face and added, "this is my boss's son. I would be in trouble if you didn't." She nodded.

"Send a message saying I accept." She stood. "May I be excused?" Her mother nodded.

Wendy sat at the window in the nursery, staring at the stars above, searching for the second to the right, but it was gone. As expected. It's as if it never happened.

She fiddled around with the acorn, with a hole in the middle, which lie around her neck. "A kiss…" She thought back to when she first met Peter. Then she began a story. "All children grow up, except one." She said to the sky. "You see, there was a girl named Wendy Darling, who liked to tell her…" She swallowed back tears. "Two younger brothers marvelous stories, in which good triumphs evil, and it always ends with a kiss, and a happily ever after." The trees began to still, as if the world wanted to hear the story of Peter Pan. "A young boy named Peter Pan lived in a place called Neverland, where he never aged. Even the mention of the word "Man" offended him. Along with the word "love"." She looked at the acorn. "One night, he came to the children's nursery window to hear Wendy's story of Cinderella, but was caught by the children's nurse-dog, Nana. The children looked out of the window, but saw nothing. The next night, the boy had snuck in, to take a closer look at the girl who told such adventurous stories. He decided to fly above her bed, and caress her cheek, but this awoke young Wendy. She opened her eyes to see him, and sat up, where he flew back and hit his against the ceiling. Nana began barking, scaring him away. He then tried to fly out of the window, but Nana caught his shadow. He flew away, leaving his shadow in the nursery. The next night, he came back to retrieve his shadow with his fairy, Tinkerbell. But when he found it, he tried to stick it to his foot by rubbing soap on, but alas, it refused to stick, so he threw the soap at the mocking shadow, laid his head down, and began to cry. This woke Wendy up. She offered to sew it on for him, he agreed hesitantly. Once done, he checked her work, balancing between her two brother bed post and swinging his feet, slamming his shadow to the wall, where id began to mimic his movements. He swung around smiled cockily. and said, "The cleverless of me!" "Oh, and I did nothing." She said, slightly upset. "Nahh, you did a little." So she told him goodnight and went back to bed. But he sat on her bed calling her name and then hovered over her face saying, "One girl is worth more than twenty boys." "You really think so?" She said, covering her face with the blanket. And so he began to tell her of the lost boys, and where he lived."

"Wendy? It's time to get ready." Mrs. Darling said.

"Coming." She stood. "You wouldn't like to hear the rest." She said to the trees. "It's a sad love story which cannot happen. Alas, even after she shared a kiss with Peter, he couldn't return her feelings." The trees began to sway again when Wendy opened the nursery door, walking out.

Sir Charles Dachion was down stairs when Wendy came down. Once he turned to her, he was left speechless. All of the boys ran to her, telling her she looked beautiful and such, but she didn't feel beautiful… She felt fake.

Mr. Darling smiled, "Ah, so she does live." He walked to her. "I thought the feminine side of you was gone." He winked, and led her to Charles.

"All other men will be envious of me." He said laughing. Wendy walked to him and curtsied, he bowed. They both stood and he took her hand, walking towards the door.

"Have fun!" Mrs. Darling said, right as the door closed. "Oh no." She said, worried.

"What is it?" Mr. Darling asked, walking to his wife.

"I have a horrible feeling about this."

"So, I've heard many a men have asked for your hand, but you deny it to them all. Why is that?" Charles asked.

"Do you believe in fairytales?" Wendy asked, not even looking at his face, for she still felt she was with the wrong man, as she often does.

"I'm not quite sure, but I love a good story."

Wendy now looked up at him, seeing his brownish-orange eyes shine, while smiling. "That's something I could imagine him saying…" She said. When she saw his questioning look, she decided to answer his question. "Because, I love another. And since I shall most likely never see him again, I thought, "Maybe, if someone was even remotely like him, I could push through a marriage, to make my family happy."

"Is that from him?" Charles pointed to the acorn.

Wendy looked down to it. "Ahh, yes. It was his kiss to me." She looked up and smiled. Charles chuckled. "Haha, yes. He wasn't quite sure what a kiss was, and I was scared, so I gave him a thimble."

"A thimble?" Charles began laughing.

"Yes, and he thinks that a kiss is called a thimble."

Charles whipped a tear away from his eye. "So, what happened?"

Wendy sighed, a pain aching in her heart. "Twas not meant to be I suppose. He refused to grow up, and I just wanted to grow up with him."

"It doesn't seem that you weren't meant to be, it seems he just didn't realize that you were." Charles said.

"That might just be the best news I've heard in a very long time." Wendy said, laughing. They continued walking until they got to the banquet. Right as they were about to walk into it, everyone ran out, screaming.

"What the-" Charles was cut off by a enraged fairy. She shoved him into the crowd of people, in which he got carried away with.

"Charles!" Wendy felt bad, but she was much more interested in the fairy who was destroying the banquet. She ran inside and almost couldn't believe her eyes. "T-Tinker Bell?"

The fairy turned, red fury surrounding her being. She was definitely unhappy. She came up to Wendy, saying things that Wendy couldn't understand.

"Tink I-" Then Tink fell to the ground, colored blue. Wendy peered down to look at her, but Tink blew some of her dust into Wendy's eyes. She fell to the ground on her behind. "Oww!"

"Oh stop whining!"

Wendy looked up to see who had said that, but there was only Tink. "What a strange illusion."

"What illusion?" Tink said.

"AH! I can understand you!"

"Yeaaahh. Now I got your attention. How could you? After all Peter has been through, you just…moved on?"

"Moved on? Whoever said I moved on!" Wendy said standing up. "And what has Peter been through..?"

"Well…"

Wendy walked home in complete awe. "He…I…My god. How could I have been so stupid?" Wendy fell to her knees, eyes pouring like a salty waterfall. "I'm so sorry Peter!" She cried into her hands. "No wonder he's never come back to me…"

Once she arrived at her home, Mr. and Mrs. Darling ran up to her. "Whatever happened?"

"Yes, what? Charles has been waiting for-" Her father saw Wendy's red eyes. "Oh, Wendy…" He hugged her. She began crying into his shoulder. Charles came out of the dining room.

"Wendy…?" She stepped away from her father, then ran up to Charles, tugging him with her to her nursery. She had to at least explain herself.

Wendy told him all about Peter, and how she felt, and how her life has been afterwards.

"I'm sorry to hear about Michael. I lost my older brother when I was younger too."

"Do you mind me asking what happened?"

"It's fine. He took one of the bikes, my parents said he was running away. But, they found parts of the bike in the water underneath the Moselumion Bridge. Later, they found his shirt, well, part of it."

"That's terrible!" Wendy said. Her mouth dropped, eyes began to water.

"Oh, Wendy. Don't cry!" He smiled at her, and touched Wendy's shoulder. "We're ok with it now. We accepted it. Besides, I hardly knew him. I was only three, and he was almost thirteen."

OOOOH! :O 13 HUH? HMMMMMM. SOUNDS MYSTERIOUSLY FAMILIAR! O.o read to find out what happens next!