"So you wanna play with magic. Boy, you should know what you're falling for. Baby do you dare to do this? Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse. Are you ready for, ready for, A perfect storm, perfect storm. Cause once you're mine, once you're mine, There's no going back," Wendy danced around the grass at the local pool as her friends played music on their radio, and a boy sat in the distance and watched. He's been following her all day, not that she knew. He changed everywhere she went just so he could try to blend in with these people around them. He watched timidly at the people around, hoping no one would really try to talk to them.
"Wendy! Wendy! Come swim with us!" She laughed as her brother's pulled her away from the music, the dancing.
The boy followed her to the pool but stood at the edge. "How aren't they being drowned...? Where are the mermaids, the water creatures?" He wondered in his head. He just sat at the edge and placed his feet in, and looked at the sky.
"You okay?" Wendy had swam up next to him. "You seem overly lonly for someone like you."
The boy laughed, "Just in joying my pass through London."
"Visiting?"
"I head home tomorrow."
"Oh..."
"Wendy!" Michael had come up behind the boy. "Wendy it's almost five o'clock."
"Okay, Michael. Go get John and pack up the bag, I'll be out in a minute."
"Leaving so soon?" The boy asked.
"Sadly..." She climbed out of the pool next to him. He was staring at her as she got out. He made note of how fit she was. She had a small outline for abs, and toned mussels. He looked away when he looked to meet her face and realized she watched him as he studied her. She laughed, and her green eyes sparkled. She picked up the towel she threw at the chair next to the pool and started to dry herself.
"I never got your name," She was still smiling over the fact that this boy she just met was staring at her.
"Peter," He held out his hand
"Wendy," She shook his.
"Wendy! Come on! We're going to be late!" Her brother called from their things.
"Coming! Peter, I really have to go. I wish we could exchange ways to talk again, but I can't be late... If you come back... Here, Come get my address and number from my friend. Contact me next time you're in London."
Peter nodded and followed her to her brothers, and as she picked up her things she called to her friend, "Cindy, come help this boy out! I'm going to be late."
"Wendy, come on!"
"Coming! Coming! It was nice to me you Peter, really."
"Wendy!"
"Jesus... I'm coming!"
She ran after her brothers, and Peter watched after her thinking. He looked into the shadows and saw the darkest part shift, a head nod. He turned to the girl called Cindy and got what he needed then headed out.
That night Wendy got home from this fancy dinner party her parents made everyone go to so they could be more like a family. They were tying to make up for the argument Wendy and her parents had a few nights ago.
She slipped off her nice black heels and tossed them in her pile of other shoes. She then pulled her nice white shirt off, not caring if it messed up her hair. Her black pencil skirt was no problem though, it was the stockings underneath them. She pulled her sleep sweats on too tired to care about her bra, then climbed into her bed.
Before she could fall asleep, she heard a tapping n her window. She ignored it for a while, but it never stopped. She turned in her bed to face the window it was coming from she noticed it was pebbles being tossed at her window.
She turned on her bedside lamp, went over to her window and looked outside. It was the Peter boy from the pool today. She smiled at him.
"I thought you were leaving in the morning," She called.
"I am... But I had to tell you something... Could I come up?"
She couldn't find a reason for him not to come up, so she waved the boy in. He climbed up the ivy wally that was growing below her window.
"What is so important that you had to come to my house in the middle of the night?" She questioned.
"This is a long shot... Have you heard of Peter Pan?"
"Yes what about him?"
"Do you believe in him?"
"He's just a fairy tail...?"
"No he's not... He's real."
"Oh and how would you know?"
He looked at her nervously, "I'm him."
"Prove it," She didn't believe him. Magic like Peter Pan had could never be real. "if Peter Pan is real i would have gotten my Hogwarts acceptance letter when I turned eleven." She thought.
But this boy, he proved her wrong. He pulled out a pouch full of golden dust, "Pixie-dust," he told her. He sprinkled some over himself. The powder glowed and circled around his figure until he started to float up.
He was laying on his stomach in the air, his face level with Wendy's. He started to talk, "I heard you..."
"What do you mean?"
"The past ten years or so of your life has been spent on your brothers. I'm here to give you freedom from rules and responsibility. I'm here to give you that childhood back. Of corse, you wont go back to being eight... I can't take you to repeat those years... But I can do something close to it."
"I'm dreaming..."
He flipped over onto his back, "If only..." The magic that had made him fly started to fade. "Shoot."
"What?"
"I have to come back tomorrow... Be ready. I can take you with me tomorrow. I'll bring a friend to help me... Have your brothers ready too. They can't stay here without you. We can fly away together. You'll see. I'll be back tomorrow night. Be ready."
She nodded and watched in amazement as he took what was left of his dust and dumped it in him. He did a stoke of breaststroke in the air and was off through the window and towards the stars.