I know this has been going a little fast, but if you think about it, the movie went fast too. Wendy sees Peter once before and already wants to kiss him…I mean…really? Anyway, here's the next chapter.
"How is this possible?" Millicent gasped.
"I told you, Neverland is real," Wendy smiled.
"Oh, come on, Wendy. This is-is probably just a simple parlor trick? Am I correct?" her father asked, "Now, stop playing and-"
"Father, we're not playing! We really are flying."
"She's telling the truth," said John. "We've been to Neverland as well," he gestured to the 'found boys,' "All of us."
"This is just nonsense," Millicent said, "Wendy, I suggest you stop this at once and go pack your bags. We clearly need to start your lessons sooner than I thought."
"Why does she need to grow up anyway?" Peter asked, upset.
"She needs to be a lady. She's 13 and suitors will start coming into the picture anytime now. Staying in this childhood fantasy won't do any good."
"What are suitors?" he asked Wendy.
"Oh, Peter," she hugged him, "She's saying I'll need to find a husband soon…" They slowly fell to the ground as Hook's words rang in Peter's head, him speaking of Wendy and one called husband; that she would forget about him.
"No…no," he began to shake.
"Peter? Are you alright?" Wendy asked.
"Wendy, I want you to promise you'll never leave me, that you'll never forget me."
"Oh Peter, how could I forget you?" She leaned in and whispered, "This will always be yours," he smiled and they kissed again, briefly. "I love you Peter and I always will, whether you grow up or not."
"Is this true, Wendy?" her mother asked.
"Do you really have feelings for this boy?" her father added. She nodded. "Millicent, if Wendy is mature enough to love this boy, then I highly doubt she needs you to teach her how to be a lady."
"You cannot be serious. She still has much to learn and-"
Her mother cut Millicent off, "She can learn on her own, now I suggest you stop telling us how to raise our daughter."
"Fine, but when Wendy wants to learn…she is always welcome to come for a visit."
"You hear that Peter? I get to stay! Thank you!"
"Uh- no problem," Peter said, a little unsure of what he did exactly, but Wendy was happy and that's all that mattered.
It was getting late; most of Wendy's relatives had left. She and Peter sat by the fireplace mostly talking and telling each other stories. "Um, Peter?"
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering…if you wanted to stay a bit longer?"