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Song of the Chapter: Hero/Heroine by Boys Like Girl
Song of the Story: Absolutely (Story of a Girl) by Nine Days
I looked up in horror. Who could possibly know my name? And yet the childish, but caring voice coming from the tree was so familiar...
I saw the body of the boy. He had tan skin, the kind of tan that Americans fake by spraying on greasy oil. He was covered in leaves, forming a kind of full-body suit with short sleeves and shorts. On his hip a leather pouch peacefully laid, carrying a knife. On his feet were little green "elf shoes", the kind that curl at the toe and have a bell on them. Only, there weren't bells on them. On the left shoe, there was a tiny silver thimble tied onto it with a piece of rope. I gasped. A thimble! Why did that seem so familiar? I clutched the picture to my chest in fear, staring at the boy as he tried to get his head out of the branches.
"No Tink, to your other left!" The boy yelled. Up in the tree, there was a sound of bels shaking violently.
"Tinkerbell! Why don't you cooperate like the other fairies?" The boy yelled in frustration. FAIRIES?! I suddenly knew EXACTLY what this was about. He was a con artist! An American con artist!
"I'm warning you! I have a sword and I'm not afraid to use it!" I yelled, hoping he would crawl back up his tree and leave me alone. I heard the boy snort.
"You, carrying a sword? Come on Wendy, I know you better. Besides, you have no reason to be afraid of little ol' me!" The boy said with a chuckle. I heard the screeching (if that is possible) of the sugary-sweet bells again and the happy cry of a boy.
"Jeez Tink, you need to use your brain a little more!" The boy said from the ground where he landed, rubbing his bum and standing up. A vibrant ball of golden sparkles and light flew past me, and the angry bells rang again.
"What is that thing?" I asked, staring at the light.
"That thing happens to be my fairy, and she says you're just as bratty and obnoxious as you used to be." The boy said pleasantly. I felt my cheeks getting hot. I stared at the boy right in the eyes, the fire burning inside of me. I was already mad, but he was just pushing me over the line!
"Get away from me! You con artist! I don't have any money with me! I don't know who you are or what your pro-" But I stopped. He was grinning at me, obviously thinking the whole situation was funny. I hadn't looked at his face before. But I knew it. Half of me wanted to hug him and kiss him and tell him never to leave my side again; but the more sensile half of me wanted to slug him. It was his eyes. The brilliant emeralds, gleaming in mischeif. I had always loved those eyes. This was the boy that visited my dreams. This was the boy that my brothers had been talking about in my room. This was the boy who had taken me away that night in the summer. This was the boy I had fallen in love with.
"Peter Pan." I said quietly. He grinned and jumped in the air, gliding towards me. The tip of his nose barely touched mine, and those mischeivious eyes were laughing at me. His teeth were whiter than I had remembered!
"It's about time Wendy!" He said. I blushed and smiled at him.
"I thought you had forgotten." I whispered. His smile disappeared.
"No Wendy, you forgot. You forgot about me! You forgot about Neverland! You forgot about having fun! You forgot about being a kid! Wendy... you grew up." He choked the last part. For the second time ever, (the first being when Captain Hook had nearly killed him and I gave him my precious "thimble") I saw pain on Peter's face. I was speachless.
"I.. I don't know wha- what to say..." I mumbled. Peter smiled sadly.
"I visited you. I tried to make you remember. But you never told stories anymore. And in your dreams, you could never quite remember who I was!" He said, sounding fairly exhausted.
"Well, what do you expect me to say?! I'm not a child Peter! I'm not a freakin' twelve year old! I'm an adult Peter, and I'm too old for your silly, childish, make-believe games! I'm fourteen years old! I need to grow up! Look at you! I hate to be the one to tell you this Peter, but you need to grow up!" I yelled, now on my feet and facing him. The rage had been burning through me. It just all came out.
"Adult?! Too old?! Silly?! Childish?! MAKE-BELIEVE?! Wendy, what happened to you?" Peter asked. His eyes weren't shimmering anymore.
"It's nothing!" I said sharply, turning away from him. I felt his breath on my back and his head on my shoulder.
"You can tell me. You know you can." He said gently. I turned my head slightly to look at him. His face was so perfect, it made it hard for me to be mad at me.
"My parents. They were going to disown me." I said softly. I felt tears trickling down my cheek again. Peter brushed them away. But they kept coming, and soon I was fully crying. He opened his arms and welcomed me in. I wrapped my arms around him and cried into onto his shoulder.
"You're as dramatic as you used to be Wendy Darling." He said. I looked at him and stuck my tongue out. He grinned and stuck his out in return. Oh goodness, I hated myself for the feelings I felt for him.
"Shut up!" I said with a giggle.
"You haven't changed either." I said softly, hugging him. He hugged back. When he pulled away, he looked solemn.
"Actually, I'm growing up." He whispered. I gasped. It couldn't be!
"What?! How?" I asked. He looked puzzled.
"I don't know. But ever since you left, I started growing older." He told me.
"Whoa. That kinda sucks... How has Neverland been? How are my Lost Boys?" I asked. He looked away.
"Well, they left Neverland. They wanted to grow up into... men. So, I recruited new ones! They're much better at fighting than the old Lost Boys. And actually... there's even a Lost Girl. Her name's Rita." Peter said. I gapsed. New Lost Boys?! That was wrong!
"I have to approve of these new Lost Boys." I said. Peter grinned, his emerald eyes shimmering like they should. That was my way of telling him I wanted to visit Neverland again, and he knew it too.
"Then what are we waiting for? Miss Darling, would you like to accompany me in my flight to Neverland?" He asked in a fake-gentleman voice, offering his hand. I giggled and took it.
"Why yes Mister Pan, that would be quite lovely." I said with a curtsey. We both started cracking up.
"Tink! Get over here!" Peter called, cupping his hands around his mouth. A ball of glittering light flew over, fluttering furiously. Tinkerbell hated me, and we both knew this very, very well. Oh well, that little fairy would have to suck it up.
"Give Wendy some love! You know you're happy to see her again!" Peter commanded. The fairy folded her arms and scowled, furiously talking angrily, which sounded like the chiming of bells. She gave up and let Peter grab her, while he shook her over my head. Gold glitter fell all over me, and I started shimmering. Peter grinned.
"Now, remember the happy thought." He instructed. That was easy. Peter Pan! Seeing Neverland again! I started flying in the air. I grinned and spun around.
"I'M FREEEEE!!" I shouted, flying around. Peter flew up with me.
"C'mon Wendy! To Neverland!!" Peter said, pointing towards the starry sky. We flew up.
As we were flying, I couldn't help but thinking about how happy I was. I hadn't been that happy in ages! I wanted to kiss Peter, and I was pretty close to doing so. There was something about him that made me feel so special. I couldn't quite but a finger on it, so to speak. I caught myself staring at him, and I couldn't stop grinning. At one point, he looked at me and grinned back.
"What are you smiling at?" He asked. I blushed and looked away.
"Nothing. You. Everything." I said. He laughed.
"Grab onto my ankles! It's that time again!" He commanded. I did as I was instructed to. He blasted into space, going as fast as we possibly could. And with Peter Pan, that was pretty darn fast! Before I could let out a scream, we were facing Neverland from the sky.
"Here we are. Home sweet home." Peter said, waving his arms in front of my beloved place.
