Peter sat on the roof of a tall house and sulked. This house didn't have good stories. The man who told them didn't act out the parts or change voices when people spoke. It was boring. Tinkerbell flew furiously around his head trying to cheer him up, she sang and danced in front of him but didn't get the smile she wanted. Eventually he looked up at her and smiled weakly.
Tinkerbell floated in front of him and pushed his forehead forcing him to look at her. She smiled and out of a small pocket in her dress she pulled an even smaller piece of paper that had a picture she had drawn of Peter on it. She smiled and held it out to him proudly. He carefully took it from her and smiled. "Is this our first kiss?" he asked. Tinkerbell nodded and then her light turned a shade of scarlet.
Peter laughed as it began to snow. "I think its getting too cold out here for a fairy." He said with his smile returned. He held out his hand and Tinkerbell landed lightly on it. She walked backwards and forwards across his palm rubbing her arms and shaking pretending she was cold. Peter laughed again at her play acting. He curled one of his fingers and tapped her with it, knocking her from her feet. She stood up again quickly and shook a finger at him, telling him off was one of her favourite things.
He dropped his hand quickly; Tinkerbell remained where she was, her small wings fluttering to keep her in place. She stuck out her tongue and flew away from the rooftop.
As they raced each other around the tops of the houses in the small town they were in Peter seemed to become himself again. They played their games above the ground for hours, until the sun began to come up. Neither one of them had noticed the shadow that had passed across the moon that night.