AN: It's me again! Sorry, but I've been procrastinating before writing this
chapter. It never occurred to me that writing a Peter Pan fanfic would
become so much work, especially this chapter. Peter's such a huge presence
that I didn't want to disappoint the fans or myself, but even so, the
reviews are very rewarding and I'm glad that so many people like this
story.
Disclaimer: Don't you just hate these things? Can't I just say that if you really wanted me to say this, you can look at Chapter 2? Oh well, here it goes. I do NOT own Peter Pan and neither do you because if you did, I'd be worshiping the ground you walking on. Now leave me alone!
Chapter 3: Magic Man
I closed my eyes and re-opened them to make sure that they weren't playing tricks on me, but this only caused me to grin like an idiot.
"W-Wendy!" I heard Peter's excited voice call to me from the cafeteria's entrance and he ran up to me so fast that he practically flew. "It's been so long Wendy. There are so many things I have to tell you!"
"Yes Peter. There's so much to tell," I said in pure bliss just because he was standing right there, beside me.
Then, as Peter embraced me, I felt our feet lift off the ground until Peter and I were softly floating a few inches away from the floor. I looked up at him in amazement. Was I only imagining this? To make up my mind and to clarify if this was a dream or not, I leaned in closer to Peter so that I could feel his lips and give him a "thimble," but I was quickly interrupted by an unwelcoming voice.
"Mr. Pan! Ms. Darling!" called Ms. Plum.
Then, the spell was broken and my feet landed back on the floor with Peter's.
"Have the two of you any idea what the word "proper" means? Why, this is an outrage! Look, I have no idea how the two of you know each other, but I best separate the two of you before all chaos breaks loose!"
With that said, Ms. Plum strutted herself to where Peter and I were standing until she got a hand on his shoulder. "You, young man, are going to serve your detention in the Library."
Peter looked at me with sadness etched all over his face, but then I saw determination flicker in them for a second as he walked away with Ms. Plum just like it was a death march.
When Ms. Plum walked out of the cafeteria with Peter in tow, I pulled on a chain that was around my neck so that I could look at my "kiss."
'What in the world am I doing? What in the world does Ms. Plum think she's doing? Just when I was about to.... That's it! I have to find a way to reach Peter.'
I looked all around the cafeteria, scanning it for any thing that might be able to help me reach Peter when I discovered an air vent. Now, if I remembered correctly, the Lost Boys had told me about it before. They said that the vent was never screwed on tight enough to keep it locked, so if you just pulled on it hard enough, the vent would open up to be a secret pathway through the ceiling that could lead you throughout the whole school.
So I un-tucked my uniformed blouse, rolled up the sleeves, and yanked on the bars of the vent until it broke free.
Then, I climbed into the air vent, which truly isn't a pleasant thing to do. Inside it's excruciatingly hot, the air's stale, and there's plenty of intimidating dust bunnies lurking around every corner.
I decided to brush it off thinking that desperate situations call for desperate measures, but while I was crawling along the vent I heard a soft crack.
'Great. All I need is for the floor to collapse on me...or is it the ceiling? All right, for me, the ceiling is the floor, so what if I fall through?'
While thinking this, I hadn't been looking where I was going because at that moment I was resembling what a Polar bear looks like when it's crossing thin ice when my head bumped into somebody else's.
I looked up and couldn't help but let out a laugh as I saw Peter's smiling face.
"Great minds think alike," I whispered to him, but there wasn't enough time for him to respond because the both of us heard a loud CRACK. Apparently this part of the vent hadn't been built strong enough to support the weight of both Peter's body and mine, so it fell through.
Then, in the mere seconds before our bodies had hit the floor, Peter repositioned himself so that my back was braced against his stomach and he was on his side so that when we made contact with the floor, Peter's body would protect mine from feeling the impact of the fall and only his right shoulder would feel the blow.
Sure enough, his plan had worked and the two of us landed onto the floor with Peter on his side while I was securely pressed against his stomach.
Blushing, the two of us quickly stood up to brush ourselves off and I turned around to quickly identify which room's ceiling we had fallen through. As it turned out, we had ended up in the Teacher's Lounge.
'Wow, this place has really been taking quit a beating this week,' I thought before I looked back at Peter, his eyes seeming as though they were mesmerized, caught in a trance.
"You've grown so much that it's almost hard to believe, but I always knew my Wendy would turn out lovely," he said while giving me a dazzling smile that I returned with one of my own.
He had grown a lot too, I noticed. He was about a head taller than me, had a lean, athletic body and a bit more of a deeper voice then I had remembered, but other than that, he had stayed the same. His eyes were still that same beautiful mix of forest green and a blue that resembled the night sky, with tanned, bronze skin and ruffled, curly sun-kissed blonde hair that completed his perfectly boyish looks.
Breathlessly I said, "Oh Peter, it's just the same with you. I couldn't even begin to tell you how many restless nights I've had because of your absence."
Gently, Peter placed a finger on my lips to prevent me from speaking. "There's no need for you to worry anymore, Wendy. I'm here now and there's nothing that can keep me from you."
Then, he slowly removed his finger from my lips and bowed. I curtsied in response, my heart furiously beating with a brand new vigor as if it had been re-awakened from a deep slumber.
"Come away with me," he whispered as he offered me his right hand, which I willingly accepted.
If at all possible, my heart started to beat faster than before as I instinctively moved closer to Peter and we started to dance. Magically, the two of us danced to an unheard rhythm that was a part of music that only played for true love's reunion. A music that only Peter and I could hear as I placed my chin on his shoulder and closed my eyes, taking in everything that was happening.
I could feel Peter's hands on my hips as he pulled me closer to him, holding me more possessively than he ever could have as a boy and we remained like that, dancing while we could hear a very unpleasant voice coming from outside.
"What's all that racked, Louis?" Ms. Plum's voice could be heard as she spoke to the school's janitor, causing my dance with Peter to come to an end. "It sounded like the ceiling in the lounge gave out. Louis, go do your job and see what's happened with it! Now! Shoo."
"Yes Ma'am, I'll go so what the matter is," Louis, the ever obedient janitor said, even though he was fuming because of such discrimination from Ms. Plum.
Peter looked at me and I understood what he meant without having to hear a word from him. We both knew that it was time for us to leave so that we couldn't be blamed for breaking the ceiling.
Without a word and out of nowhere, Peter took me into his arms and flew up to the ceiling where he dropped me off on my respective side of the whole in the vent and then we both scrambled to get back to where we came from.
Quickly, I crawled on my stomach back to the cafeteria where I exited the vent, neatly covered up the secret entrance, and ran to the seat that I had formerly occupied while waiting for detention to start.
There I sat, thinking of what had just happened when I heard Ms. Plum's voice talking to Mr. Louis.
"What, you've found nothing? Nothing? Absolutely nothing?"
"Yes Ma'am, nothing. It must have been rats or something."
"Are you saying that this establishment is infested?!" Ms. Plum screeched and I snickered from my spot in the cafeteria.
"No Ma'am," Louis said. "I'm just simply listing possibilities."
"Well, don't just guess, find out what's up there!"
"Yes Ma'am," Mr. Louis solemnly replied.
After that, Ms. Plum walked over to the cafeteria where she looked at me disgustedly.
"Ms. Darling, I know that it might be hard for you to believe, but I have a life. One of which I do not want you to be a part of, now leave."
I got out of my chair and started to walk away in search of Peter, but as I passed Ms. Plum, she stopped me and said, "Oh, and Ms. Darling, I strongly suggest that you stay out of detention from now on."
At that, I gave Ms. Plum a mischievous grin, wondering if that an option. With Peter, you never know what's going to happen. Only that it's going to be a grand adventure.
AN: Ah, I've finally done the deed. I've finish writing chapter 3! Oh, I got the idea of calling this chapter Magic Man from a song by a band called Heart. I was thinking of adding it into this chapter, but it wasn't exactly perfect, so I decided against it. I've got news too that I'll make some of you jealous. I just saw the midnight showing of Spider-Man 2. It was so AWESOME. Well, I'll let you guys go now. Here comes reviewer appreciation!
Reviewer Appreciation:
This is everybody's favorite part, right? Right? Oh well.
Princess-MoonBunny: Thank-you for saying that my story's great and you love. I hope that you're not bored anymore. .
Tigerlynn: Yes, your review motivated me! How could it not?! You have no idea how much of a compliment it was for your to say that I left you on the edge of your seat. Did this one do the same, or have I done you a favor by having some kind of an ending for this chapter? By the way, I would like to say thank-you for saying that you'd keep reviewing if I kept writing. It's very comforting.
Lionheart: Your review was so funny it made me laugh. Don't worry; I won't be stopping for a little while. It's my decision to continue this story. So, you liked the first two chapters? Thank-you so much. It's very rewarding to hear that you're in love with my story. Plus, I'm also a Peter Pan crazed teenager. .
Orangeblossom116: I'm glad you love it! .
MOO: Yep, Peter's grown up and Wendy's got some attitude. Ah, don't worry about it. You don't have to kill to hear the rest of this. It'll come in time.
Strokes: Well, I've continued this story. It's heart warming to hear you and a couple other people love this story. Keep up the reviews and I promise there'll be new chapters coming.
Disclaimer: Don't you just hate these things? Can't I just say that if you really wanted me to say this, you can look at Chapter 2? Oh well, here it goes. I do NOT own Peter Pan and neither do you because if you did, I'd be worshiping the ground you walking on. Now leave me alone!
Chapter 3: Magic Man
I closed my eyes and re-opened them to make sure that they weren't playing tricks on me, but this only caused me to grin like an idiot.
"W-Wendy!" I heard Peter's excited voice call to me from the cafeteria's entrance and he ran up to me so fast that he practically flew. "It's been so long Wendy. There are so many things I have to tell you!"
"Yes Peter. There's so much to tell," I said in pure bliss just because he was standing right there, beside me.
Then, as Peter embraced me, I felt our feet lift off the ground until Peter and I were softly floating a few inches away from the floor. I looked up at him in amazement. Was I only imagining this? To make up my mind and to clarify if this was a dream or not, I leaned in closer to Peter so that I could feel his lips and give him a "thimble," but I was quickly interrupted by an unwelcoming voice.
"Mr. Pan! Ms. Darling!" called Ms. Plum.
Then, the spell was broken and my feet landed back on the floor with Peter's.
"Have the two of you any idea what the word "proper" means? Why, this is an outrage! Look, I have no idea how the two of you know each other, but I best separate the two of you before all chaos breaks loose!"
With that said, Ms. Plum strutted herself to where Peter and I were standing until she got a hand on his shoulder. "You, young man, are going to serve your detention in the Library."
Peter looked at me with sadness etched all over his face, but then I saw determination flicker in them for a second as he walked away with Ms. Plum just like it was a death march.
When Ms. Plum walked out of the cafeteria with Peter in tow, I pulled on a chain that was around my neck so that I could look at my "kiss."
'What in the world am I doing? What in the world does Ms. Plum think she's doing? Just when I was about to.... That's it! I have to find a way to reach Peter.'
I looked all around the cafeteria, scanning it for any thing that might be able to help me reach Peter when I discovered an air vent. Now, if I remembered correctly, the Lost Boys had told me about it before. They said that the vent was never screwed on tight enough to keep it locked, so if you just pulled on it hard enough, the vent would open up to be a secret pathway through the ceiling that could lead you throughout the whole school.
So I un-tucked my uniformed blouse, rolled up the sleeves, and yanked on the bars of the vent until it broke free.
Then, I climbed into the air vent, which truly isn't a pleasant thing to do. Inside it's excruciatingly hot, the air's stale, and there's plenty of intimidating dust bunnies lurking around every corner.
I decided to brush it off thinking that desperate situations call for desperate measures, but while I was crawling along the vent I heard a soft crack.
'Great. All I need is for the floor to collapse on me...or is it the ceiling? All right, for me, the ceiling is the floor, so what if I fall through?'
While thinking this, I hadn't been looking where I was going because at that moment I was resembling what a Polar bear looks like when it's crossing thin ice when my head bumped into somebody else's.
I looked up and couldn't help but let out a laugh as I saw Peter's smiling face.
"Great minds think alike," I whispered to him, but there wasn't enough time for him to respond because the both of us heard a loud CRACK. Apparently this part of the vent hadn't been built strong enough to support the weight of both Peter's body and mine, so it fell through.
Then, in the mere seconds before our bodies had hit the floor, Peter repositioned himself so that my back was braced against his stomach and he was on his side so that when we made contact with the floor, Peter's body would protect mine from feeling the impact of the fall and only his right shoulder would feel the blow.
Sure enough, his plan had worked and the two of us landed onto the floor with Peter on his side while I was securely pressed against his stomach.
Blushing, the two of us quickly stood up to brush ourselves off and I turned around to quickly identify which room's ceiling we had fallen through. As it turned out, we had ended up in the Teacher's Lounge.
'Wow, this place has really been taking quit a beating this week,' I thought before I looked back at Peter, his eyes seeming as though they were mesmerized, caught in a trance.
"You've grown so much that it's almost hard to believe, but I always knew my Wendy would turn out lovely," he said while giving me a dazzling smile that I returned with one of my own.
He had grown a lot too, I noticed. He was about a head taller than me, had a lean, athletic body and a bit more of a deeper voice then I had remembered, but other than that, he had stayed the same. His eyes were still that same beautiful mix of forest green and a blue that resembled the night sky, with tanned, bronze skin and ruffled, curly sun-kissed blonde hair that completed his perfectly boyish looks.
Breathlessly I said, "Oh Peter, it's just the same with you. I couldn't even begin to tell you how many restless nights I've had because of your absence."
Gently, Peter placed a finger on my lips to prevent me from speaking. "There's no need for you to worry anymore, Wendy. I'm here now and there's nothing that can keep me from you."
Then, he slowly removed his finger from my lips and bowed. I curtsied in response, my heart furiously beating with a brand new vigor as if it had been re-awakened from a deep slumber.
"Come away with me," he whispered as he offered me his right hand, which I willingly accepted.
If at all possible, my heart started to beat faster than before as I instinctively moved closer to Peter and we started to dance. Magically, the two of us danced to an unheard rhythm that was a part of music that only played for true love's reunion. A music that only Peter and I could hear as I placed my chin on his shoulder and closed my eyes, taking in everything that was happening.
I could feel Peter's hands on my hips as he pulled me closer to him, holding me more possessively than he ever could have as a boy and we remained like that, dancing while we could hear a very unpleasant voice coming from outside.
"What's all that racked, Louis?" Ms. Plum's voice could be heard as she spoke to the school's janitor, causing my dance with Peter to come to an end. "It sounded like the ceiling in the lounge gave out. Louis, go do your job and see what's happened with it! Now! Shoo."
"Yes Ma'am, I'll go so what the matter is," Louis, the ever obedient janitor said, even though he was fuming because of such discrimination from Ms. Plum.
Peter looked at me and I understood what he meant without having to hear a word from him. We both knew that it was time for us to leave so that we couldn't be blamed for breaking the ceiling.
Without a word and out of nowhere, Peter took me into his arms and flew up to the ceiling where he dropped me off on my respective side of the whole in the vent and then we both scrambled to get back to where we came from.
Quickly, I crawled on my stomach back to the cafeteria where I exited the vent, neatly covered up the secret entrance, and ran to the seat that I had formerly occupied while waiting for detention to start.
There I sat, thinking of what had just happened when I heard Ms. Plum's voice talking to Mr. Louis.
"What, you've found nothing? Nothing? Absolutely nothing?"
"Yes Ma'am, nothing. It must have been rats or something."
"Are you saying that this establishment is infested?!" Ms. Plum screeched and I snickered from my spot in the cafeteria.
"No Ma'am," Louis said. "I'm just simply listing possibilities."
"Well, don't just guess, find out what's up there!"
"Yes Ma'am," Mr. Louis solemnly replied.
After that, Ms. Plum walked over to the cafeteria where she looked at me disgustedly.
"Ms. Darling, I know that it might be hard for you to believe, but I have a life. One of which I do not want you to be a part of, now leave."
I got out of my chair and started to walk away in search of Peter, but as I passed Ms. Plum, she stopped me and said, "Oh, and Ms. Darling, I strongly suggest that you stay out of detention from now on."
At that, I gave Ms. Plum a mischievous grin, wondering if that an option. With Peter, you never know what's going to happen. Only that it's going to be a grand adventure.
AN: Ah, I've finally done the deed. I've finish writing chapter 3! Oh, I got the idea of calling this chapter Magic Man from a song by a band called Heart. I was thinking of adding it into this chapter, but it wasn't exactly perfect, so I decided against it. I've got news too that I'll make some of you jealous. I just saw the midnight showing of Spider-Man 2. It was so AWESOME. Well, I'll let you guys go now. Here comes reviewer appreciation!
Reviewer Appreciation:
This is everybody's favorite part, right? Right? Oh well.
Princess-MoonBunny: Thank-you for saying that my story's great and you love. I hope that you're not bored anymore. .
Tigerlynn: Yes, your review motivated me! How could it not?! You have no idea how much of a compliment it was for your to say that I left you on the edge of your seat. Did this one do the same, or have I done you a favor by having some kind of an ending for this chapter? By the way, I would like to say thank-you for saying that you'd keep reviewing if I kept writing. It's very comforting.
Lionheart: Your review was so funny it made me laugh. Don't worry; I won't be stopping for a little while. It's my decision to continue this story. So, you liked the first two chapters? Thank-you so much. It's very rewarding to hear that you're in love with my story. Plus, I'm also a Peter Pan crazed teenager. .
Orangeblossom116: I'm glad you love it! .
MOO: Yep, Peter's grown up and Wendy's got some attitude. Ah, don't worry about it. You don't have to kill to hear the rest of this. It'll come in time.
Strokes: Well, I've continued this story. It's heart warming to hear you and a couple other people love this story. Keep up the reviews and I promise there'll be new chapters coming.