George Darling sat at the desk in his bedroom. It was a dull bedroom, his foster parents wouldn't have it any otherway. And after they had told him the stories he had come up with when he had arrived at the orphanage, he quite agreed.
Flying boys, mermaids, and Indians, how preposterous. He couldn't believe he had come up with such tales.
But they are true a small voice in the back of his mind spoke up. The voice was familiar. Besides the fact that he heard it often, it reminded him of a long lost childhood friend.
Don't ignore me, Georgie the voice said. He pushed it away again, and returned his focus to his studies.
But he couldn't focus on the Latin that sat before him. He leaned back and looked out the window. He had insisted that the desk face the window, he loved to look at the trees that grew in the yard, the sun as it set to the side of the window, th frost as it rose up in the winter time. It all took him back to his childhood.
In Neverland the voice said. He rubbed his forehead, but it didn't help. Remember how you used to fly, Georgie? Remember how the Lost Boys looked up to you, Georgie? Remember me, Georgie?
He pushed his chair away from the desk and started to pace.
"Hey, Georgie, remember me?" the voice continued.
George stopped, that one was not in his head. He turned back to the window to see a young boy with light red hair, and sparklingblue eyes. The boy wore a green clothtunic, and a matching hat with a red feather stick out of it. His skin was tanned and obviously in need of a good wash.
"Peter?" he asked in amazement.
"Oh, so you do remember" the boy exclaimed happily, floating around the room.
"No, I'm dreaming, I must be" George muttered.
"Nope, no dreams here," Peter laughed, picking up the book George had been studying. "Just me."
George stared at the other boy, and everything came back.
"What are you doing here, Peter?" he demanded.
"Oh, nothing, I was just wondering" the boy trailed off.
"Wondering what?" the older boy lazily asked.
"Why you desertedus" Peter nonchalantly replied. "Why you left us with no leader. Why you let that man take you away. Why you decided to grow up."
"I left you in charge," George sighed, sitting on his bed. "It was time for me to grow up."
"It's never time to grow up" Peter said, suddenly angry. "What happened to never growing up? Huh? What happened to the Georgie I knew? The one who only wanted to play games all day? What happened to him?"
George looked at his old friend with sad eyes.
"One day, you may understand" he sadly told him.
"Yeah right" Peter said as he jumped to the windowsill. He jumped out, and George heard a thud from below.
He rushed to the window, thinking the worst. Instead, Peter passed the window just as he reached in. He was standing on the edge of a large pirates ship.
"I'll never grow up" the boy proclaimed as the ship flew out of sight.
"Good-bye, Peter" George sighed once the ship was gone.
He walked sat down at his desk again. Peter had shut his book, so he had lost his place.
No, he had shut it. There was no such person as Peter Pan. It had all been a dream.
Content with his explanation, he thumbed through the pages to find the one ha had been at.
"George" his foster mother called though the house. "Mary's here."
His heart leaped. Mary. The reason he wanted to grow up.
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