Chapter 2: Peter
Peter was a rule breaker. He drove his parents mad, always destroying the excellent matches they arranged for him.
"Why can't you just act decently?" They sighed.
"Just one! We just need one to like you!" They cried.
The only rule Peter followed was walking to school. Peter knew he could fly, but if he flew, then he could not see her.
He liked the way she walked, though he would never tell anyone. Her walk was less repetitious than the others. While it was clear that she knew she must walk, she appeared to believe that at any moment things could change. If she suddenly floated away in the wind, she wouldn't be the least bit surprised. Her hair was like the golden sun, and he was surely infatuated, though what could he tell his parents, who knew nothing of the skies?
"Hey, snap out of it Peter."
"I was doing it again?" Peter asked.
"You know, you can't swoon forever. And I doubt she would fancy your antics. None of the others seem to."
Peter's best friend was a boy named Will Warren. They had been friends for their entire lives, though the two differed in more ways than was countable. Will came from one of the wealthiest families in England, and could presumably attain any girl he desired. He was at all times on his best behavior, and brought his family much pride.
Peter was Will's dark side. If he weren't so charming, the Warren's would never have allowed the friendship to continue. But however devious Peter was, he loved Will dearly, and always played by the rules for his sake.
"I'm just saying you should try to be a little more…you know." Will continued as they crossed the street.
"Normal?" Peter supplied. He knew why things weren't working with the other girls. He wasn't a fool.
"That's one way of putting it, yeah."
They stopped in front of the school; they still had a few minutes before it was necessary to go inside.
"Look, you know I love the fun we have. But women are different, Peter. You have to act gentlemanly. Kind. You know, manners. Playing pirates and getting dirty isn't going to win you one. Are you even listening?"
But Peter's eyes were focused on Wendy, because for the first time Wendy's eyes were on him.
