Among Fairy Tales
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Oh, and so sorry that it took a while to update. My internet got cut, and it broke my heart. But I'm back!
Hope everyone enjoys this. I'm not sure if it'll be a two-shot. I'll see how this chapter goes.
P.S. I have horrible grammar and punctuation. Sorry. :
Chapter 2:
And Introducing Mr. P.J. Beauregard…
The acorn felt heavy on Wendy's chest, but perhaps it was just the pain and regret weighing down her heart. She looked out the car window and into the dark starry sky and
imagined herself flying off to Neverland with the only person she ever loved. "Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning." She whispered to no one in particular. "What's
that, dear?" Mrs. Darling asked. Wendy didn't answer; there was no point in it, of course.
Soon, they arrived at the wonderful party, set up just for her. As soon as Wendy stepped into the large ballroom, her breath was taken away. "Oh, it's beautiful." She smiled
faintly, and then sighed. It was time to transform from heartbroken damsel-in-distress to content, polite, perfect beauty. For what seemed like the hundredth time since she found
the acorn, she plastered a fake smile on her face.
"Oh Wendy, you look stunning."
"Wonderful party!"
"You look so beautiful. I'm absolutely jealous!"
"Wendy! You're a princess tonight."
None of the compliments meant anything to her. The only one she wanted to hear was from her Peter Pan. Of course, she'd never hear it again.
Even if she felt horribly, Wendy wanted to enjoy her party. She accepted a few dance offers, and was very polite and proper. After a few dances, she sat down with a couple of
her friends.
"Oh my gosh, Wendy! Those boys over there keep looking over here! One of them is just gorgeous!" her best friend Mia whispered happily. Wendy turned and saw that there
were indeed two boys about her age looking over at their table. The first was a short, stout boy with black hair and dark brown eyes. He didn't seem very interesting, and would
probably be ignored at a first glance. The second boy, on the other hand, was tall with an even tan and light brown hair. He had intense green eyes and an entrancing, taunting
smile. It reminded Wendy a little about…
"WENDY!" Mia squeaked and Wendy was taken away from her thoughts. Only then did she realize that the two boys were heading their way. The stout one was the first to
arrive at the table. "Hello, Miss Darling. I'm James Farrow. I'm very much enjoying your lovely party." he said softly. "Oh, thank you very much. I'm glad you're enjoying
yourself." Wendy answered, not looking away from the other boy. "Yes, as am I. This is, after all, our first party in Britain. We've recently moved here from the United States.
This is my dear friend, P.J. Beauregard." He said, motioning slightly towards the young man next to him. "P.J.? That's an interesting name." Wendy's friend Mia smiled. "Yes, well
it's not actually my name. It's a nickname that was given to me quite a while ago. I'm not exactly fond of it, but I'm used to it." P.J. spoke up and nearly made Wendy--along with
Mia and the other girls at the table--melt. Wendy felt terribly guilty that she found herself attracted to P.J., but it wasn't as if Peter was coming back. She decided that perhaps it
was time to move on and smiled flirtatiously at P.J... Surprisingly (not), he smiled back, just as flirtatiously. "So you've moved here from the United States? How is it there?"
Wendy said softly, moving closer to him. He grinned mischievously and said, "It's a lot different than England. So you're the princess of this party, right? I heard quite a bit about
you." Wendy took a step back and narrowed her eyes, "What have you heard, Mr. Beauregard?" P.J. only chuckled and looked her right in the eyes. Wendy felt fully entranced
and couldn't look away. She was left powerless in his gaze. Eventually, his lips parted and he quietly said, "Oh, they're obviously just upset because you never let them court you.
They said that you were terribly uptight, and that you seemed an old lady of seventy five. I don't see where they got an idea like that though."
Suddenly, James, who had stayed quietly in the background until this moment, stepped in between P.J. and Wendy and smirked. "What kind of necklace is that, Miss Darling?"
Wendy was taken aback by James' question and protectively reached for the necklace. "Why…it's just a very meaningful gift." She answered, fear enveloping her slowly.
"Meaningful? It's an acorn!" James scoffed. Wendy quickly glanced at P.J., who was staring at the acorn in awe. His lips moved, as if he was saying something, but words didn't
come out. He looked up to her eyes, and she saw a hint of regret in them. Did he think she was strange for wearing an acorn around her neck? She looked back at James and
glared. "YES, meaningful. Nothing that you would understand, Mr. Farrow. I would appreciate if you didn't mock me. Now, excuse me." Wendy walked past James and P.J. and
didn't turn until she thought they weren't looking. But once she turned, she saw P.J. still staring at her with that glimmer of regret still in his eyes.
