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OMG, am I updating? No, you must be hallucinating.
Despite the fact that she couldn't dance if someone held a gun to her head, Wendy actually had fun at the dance. It didn't hurt that Peter had no idea how to dance, either, and she was glad about that because if he turned out to be a great dancer, she would probably take another huge hit to the ego.
Thankfully, it seemed that no one really took notice of her and Peter. She was glad that she could retain her relative anonymity, even at a dance.
The thing was that it started to get really warm in the gym. The wintry decorations was doing nothing to trick her mind into thinking that the air wasn't completely thick and stunk with the sweat of a hundred dancing teenagers.
"I need to get some air," she told Peter. He nodded and followed her outside. She was already wearing a light jacket, but she was quite surprised about how unseasonably warm it was. She went over to sit on a bench and look at the moon. Then, she noticed how easily she could see the stars. She wasn't used to that. There was too much light pollution where she lived. Normally, she cour0ld only see a few stars, but now she could see many different constellations. It was like she was camping.
"Enjoying the view?" Peter asked as he sat down next to her.
"It's like you can see into infinity. Anything could be out there."
"Maybe your next story could be about space," he suggested.
"Epic battles from the hulls of starships," she mused. "I like it." She was already planning to herself. "Let's see. How do laser cannons work?"
Peter laughed. He found it incredibly amusing when she brainstormed like that. "That's cute."
"Cute?" Wendy felt quite offended. "My stories are not cute!"
Peter's ears went hot. "That n-not what I meant. I was just saying that it's cute when you plan stories and, uh, stuff like that."
"Right."
"It's true!" Peter defended. "I just figure that you have a lot of talent, and it's great that you're always looking for ways to use it, and, uh…" It was only then that Peter noticed how close they were.
Wendy smiled meekly. "I hear bells," was all she said.
Peter nodded, though he hadn't really processed what she said. He was only looking at her. For some reason, he thought she looked very pretty. Before he realized what was happening, Wendy had closed her eyes and he was leaning in, getting even closer to her.
That was when Wendy felt something hit the back of her head.
Her hand immediately flew to the spot to try and grab whatever had hit her. She was surprised when she actually caught hold of something that wasn't her hair, because if someone had thrown a small rock at her head, it would have bounced off.
Her first thought was that what she held in her hand was a diamond because of the way it sparkled. Of course, a diamond would not have stayed on the back of her head longer than a rock, and diamonds only reflected light, the light didn't just fall of their surfaces.
Also, the thing wriggled in her hand, so it was most definitely alive.
Upon closer inspection, Wendy saw that the… thing was basically a human in miniature, except for the fact that she (for the face was definitely female) had small wings on her back. She was making some strange strangled squealing noises.
A faerie.
"Stop squeezing your hand, she can't breathe," Peter urged.
Wendy opened her palm. The faerie stood up on it and started making weird, high pitched, garbled noises while stamping her foot and pointing at her. She flew up to her face and stuck her tongue out at her. She then flew over to Peter and made those noises again.
"Hey, she didn't know, give her a break," he defended.
"Wait, you can understand her?" Wendy asked.
"Yeah, can't you?"
"No." Wendy started pinching herself to make sure that she wasn't dreaming. Seeing as she didn't wake up from the pain, she could conclude that she was conscious. She also wasn't hallucinating because that would mean that she and Peter were having the same hallucination, and that was extremely unlikely. Still, there was something strange. "Why can you understand her when I can't?"
The faerie spoke again (though Wendy could hardly call it speech, but there wasn't any other way she could describe it).
It seemed that Peter was translating. "She said that she can only speak to Lost Boys," he said.
"You mean, like, in the story?"
"I guess," Peter shrugged. "But maybe it refers to any kid who has been on their own for a while. I don't know where I came from, so that's probably why I can understand her."
"Ok," Wendy said, though she wasn't completely convinced. "So, why did she fly into the side of my head at full speed?"
Once again, it seemed as if the faerie was answering and Peter was translating. "She says that it wasn't her full speed, and it would be wise of you to cut out the sarcasm because not all faeries are nice as they seem."
"'Cut out the sarcasm'?" Wendy repeated. "What is she, my Faerie God-Mother?"
"She says her name's Tinkerbell," Peter said, pretending that he didn't hear her question.
"Like, in the story?"
Peter nodded. "She says that she needs our help."
"With what?" Wendy asked. She was not in the mood to help the faerie who had just caused her to have a large headache.
"She says that she doesn't have a lot of time. She'll explain when we get there."
"When we get where?"
"Neverland."
"You mean the place where children don't grow up and a real Peter Pan fights pirates all the time?"
"She says that it's more complicated than that," he answered. He didn't like being the "not real" Peter Pan. Well, he wasn't that Peter Pan, but still…
Wendy, on the other hand didn't know how she felt about it. Perhaps when Tinkerbell hit the side of her head, it unhinged her a bit, but she thought that this was a good idea. A real adventure! Of course, she could be going crazy, but at least it would seem real.
"I'm in." She said. She stood up from the bench.
"All right," Peter stood as well.
Wendy couldn't tell, but it seemed that Tinkerbell was happy with their answers.
She was glad that there was no one else around. Everyone was still inside at the dance, and they weren't anywhere near the parking lot. It was a relief, because she didn't know what people would make of the sight of a faerie raining pixie dust on them while they rose in the air.
Tinkerbell flew on ahead, but Wendy already knew where they were going.
Second star to the right, and straight on 'til morning.
