I want to take my time away… (jk)… to thank CullenHathaway and Iluvhorses1997

For being the first to review. I'm sorry about the delay and without further ado (I have always wanted to say that and the internet is probably the best chance I'll get ;)) here is the second chapeter! Enjoy.

The morning sea air swept the salty smell towards the shore, where Wendy still lay unconscious. Slowly, the cool air tickled her skin enough to waken the sleeping girl. Wendy opened her eyes, and immediately shut them. The sun was just rising, and the influx of sunlight hurt her eyes. Suddenly, the events of last night played before her eyes, and she suddenly was on full guard. She made her body rigid and opened her eyes just a crack, so that she was looking through her lashes.

Wendy didn't see anything out of place, just a glorious sun rise setting the water on fire and the only noises to be heard were the soft crash of waves on the rocks. One of which she was laying on… Wendy couldn't remember much about last night, just that she tried to fight off a big and strong man, but had failed. Why did he leave her here? Was her body okay? Was she even alive? At this point Wendy didn't know what to believe, just that if she was alive, she was probably one of the luckiest girls in the world.

The rush of panic that had swept through her body left her dizzy with head rush. She slowly pulled herself up into sitting position and rubbed her forehead. The bright rays of the sun pierced her eyes, making her shield her eyes, and look around. Not a single person in sight, not even marks in the sand. The ocean waves must have washed them away, an observer would have never been able to guess the events of last night had even happened.

She hoisted herself onto her elbows and looked down at her self, doing a quick check of her vitals. She looked pretty okay, considering last nights ordeal, just a few bruises and a rip in her jeans.

Then Wendy remembered, her mother. What time was it? Mary would be so worried, Wendy never stayed out until after eleven. She didn't like to worry her mother. Wendy jumped off the rocks and on to the sand. She noticed how soft sand looked as the suns rays blanketed it, but as Wendy landed on it, she thought, quite the contraire. She had decided not to tell her mother about her almost attack. Mary had enough on her plate already.

Wendy would have ran straight home, to calm down her mother, had she not run straight into a figure and knocked herself to the ground. Fear and panic seeped into Wendy again, she had no doubt that it was the man from last night, come to finish his job. She looked up and saw a boy about her age, wavy blonde hair and piercing green eyes.

Relief replaced the panic and then irritation took over. Who was this boy and why was he blocking her? Why didn't he move when he saw her running? And when in the world had he even come here? She defiantly had not noticed him while lying on the rock, but given she could have made a mistake, considering her brain was still a bit fuzzy.

But why was he just standing there watching her? Wendy couldn't take it anymore with strange men overpowering her. She felt weak.

"Whoa- I'm sorry, I didn't think you would be in such a rush" the blonde boy said apologetically to her, reaching out a hand to help her.

Wendy stared at the hand and helped herself up thank you very much. The boy awkwardly pulled back his arm. Wendy felt a twinge of guilt, she wasn't used to being rude or mean.

"Um… Well, I saw you kinda fainted on the rock, and I was waiting for you to come around, in case you needed assistance". The boy really did look sincere, Wendy smilied slightly, making up for her rudeness.

"Oh, thank you for your concern, but really you needn't have done that"

"Wow, hey your from England, I was born there, but, I ended up living elsewhere" the boy smiled a charming and warm smile that made it seem like he knew the worlds greatest secret.

"Yeah, I am from England, but listen I have to go, really thought, thanks for your help- and I'm sorry about ignoring your hand, I was just… being cautious" Wendy finished and was getting ready to leave when,

"Well, before you go, can I at least get your name?" the boy asked tentatively, as if wondering if he was pushing his luck. Wendy's eyes narrowed, but then she felt like it was the least she could do, god knows how long the poor boy waited for her to finally get off her lazy bum.

"Wendy, Wendy Darling" she said. "What about yours?"

The boy hesitated and Wendy smiled playfully,

"Are you going to leave me hanging?" She asked.

"No I guess not, my names' Peter" he replied, not bothering to include his last name, which made Wendy blush wondering why in the world had she decided to include her last name.

Peter raised an eyebrow, construing her blush to something different, which made her blush darker, then she burst out laughing. It was so unexpected that she lost her fragile balance and fell back on to the sand.

The waves decided that it was the correct time to come in, and they rolled over her, consuming the tops of her thighs. She felt the odd sensation as though the water was pulling her in, inviting her to it's depths. She started up at Peter, who had an unfathomable expression, then he burst into laughter as well.

Wendy eventually joined in, she couldn't resist a good laugh, and soon they were both in the sand laughing.

"Wh- hy are we lau- aughing?" Wendy asked between fits of giggles.

"I'm not sure" Peter replied, which set off another round.

Wendy let the laughs go with a slight sigh and lay back down in the sand, her mind was still a bit unclear, but getting better. She turned her head to see Peter staring at the waves, which had long since receded.

"So Peter, what were you doing here so early?" Wendy asked when she felt that the silence was becoming to stuffy.

"Just talking a walk, the ocean calms me. I like to reminisce. Can I ask why you were knocked out on a rock, hopefully not because you were intoxicated." he answered, grinning.

"I think not, I am much to sensible for that. But I wasn't here by my own choice, well I was, but then I… I fell asleep and I guess I forgot to wake up." Wendy answered, she blessed her quick thinking, deciding to keep the whole crazy attacker to herself.

She didn't want to cause something big, and what was she going to say anyways- "This man attacked me and I fainted, I don't know him, nor can I describe his profile, and I don't know where he went, and oh by the way I'm not hurt." She would be lucky not to get kicked out the door for that statement.

"That is possible, but I like the drunk-pass out on beach rocks story better." Peter chuckled.

"Hey, hey I was absou-"

"WENDY MOIRA ANGELA DARLING!" yelled a scarily familiar voice, it was a loud screech that made Wendy jump a foot in the air.

She turned away from the waves to see herself face to face with her very angry, very tired, and very threatening mother.

Ah, I didn't like it that much. It was way too short for me. Am I talking in third person about my own story? Or is it second? Maybe first? I forgot, but I am really sorry, what with school and essays and Jane Eyre I have been so busy. I will try to update, and make it better this time. Read and Review! Or R&R. I don't care which one, just do it!