Disclaimer: Peter Pan does not long belong to me, at least not yet

Disclaimer: Peter Pan does not long belong to me, at least not yet…

AN: sorry it's taken me so long to update. Firstly I realised that I don't know anything about cricket so writing a cricket game without mentioning cricket stuff took me a while to work out and secondly I've had exams, but now they're over and there's only two weeks of school left till holidays YAY. Anyways here's the latest chapter hope you enjoy.

Chapter 7: Planing and Thinking

Over the last few weeks Eleanor had been keeping a close eye on Peter. She had been more foreword in establishing their friendship then she had ever been. Eleanor had always considered Peter to be somewhat like the man she would marry. He was well brought up, well educated and most importantly had money and class. She was enticed by the idea of becoming Lady Kingston if she were to marry Peter. She hadn't bothered to make any particular advancement on their acquaintance over the past few years for she knew that no other girl in this school had anywhere near as much wealth and status as she had, which logically meant that the wealthiest and influential man should be hers, in other words Peter should be hers. But this year a certain Miss Wendy Darling had arrived and somewhat spoiled all her plans. Eleanor couldn't see what Peter saw in her, she was pretty enough Eleanor supposed but she did not have that certain presence, elegance or poise that good breeding and wealth gave a person. A certain heir that Eleanor was sure she possessed and in short there was no way that Wendy even stood up to half of what she was. Yet Wendy's lack if breeding hadn't deterred Peter as was obviously expressed at the welcoming dace, so Eleanor made herself more available to Peter's eye. She would partake in small talk about the weather and other such matters with him and she found it was so very convenient to be there to comfort him and win his favour after the incident at the dance. For there was one thing that Eleanor Waterford of Huntington Park would never let happen, and that was to have her man taken by some common girl with a banker for a father.

The day of the cricket match Eleanor woke at nine. Wendy's bed was empty which meant that she was already up which suited Eleanor perfectly. The less sleep that girl got the more likely she was to get bags under her eye and therefore not look half as pretty as normal and naturally less appealing to Peter. Eleanor picked a lovely summer frock; it was white with lace and had a large purple silk sash. She attached a large summer hat, trimmed with lace and matching purple silk flowers, to her head and smiled approvingly at her reflection in the mirror. If there was one thing she was sure it was that there was no chance she would ever be out dressed by Wendy. That silly girl barely had half the wardrobe she did and there was no was Peter would notice Wendy and not herself.

At one thirty she made her way down to the cricket pitch, the game was to start at two. She had planned it so she would arrive in time for Peter and his team to see her before they went out to warm up, she would call him over and with her most winning smile wish him good luck, and hopefully if she was correct no teacher would be there yet to ruin her perfectly laid plans.

Her plan was going perfectly, Peter was just leaving the locker room when she reached the pitch and she quickly caught his attention before he made his way to the middle of the field.

'Peter, Peter, Do wait' Peter turned around to see Eleanor waving frantically at him. He honestly thought she looked quite ridiculous as she hurried down to the edge of the field to meet him. She had a large sunhat and it looked as if it would fall off it she walked to quickly, this meant that she kept slowing and quickening her pace. Quite odd indeed Peter thought, although she had been very kind to him, if a little enthusiastic about their friendship.

'Hello Eleanor, how are you today?'

'Oh, little old me, I'm fine but I just know I shall be in an absolutely excellent mood this evening after you have one the cricket match. I just love watching you play, you really are wonderful at it'

Peter smiled cockily in response, for it there was one thing that Peter could not resits it was flattery, he did not care who it was from or the purpose behind it, just as long as it was a compliment it was good in his books.

'Well anyway I had better let you go, good luck' Eleanor quickly leant foreword and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. By the time he had come to his senses she was taking a seat up in the stands and James was walking over to him saying that if he wanted to remain captain he would have to get onto the pitch in the next ten seconds or the team would elect a new leader. Peter jumped the fence obviously forgetting he was standing next to the gate and made his way to the centre of the field. He was still rather surprised at what Eleanor had done, he may have had three years to learn all the workings of society but there were still some areas that were still a little foggy, particularly the area about girls, they really were in all honesty so very unpredictable.

Wendy settled herself down underneath the big oak tree on the hill where she could see the cricket pitch. She had decided that a day out in the fresh air would be good for her thoughts and as most people would be watching the game in a closer proximity she was unlikely to be bothered. Wendy removed her notebook and pencil from her book bag with the great plan of starting to write the story her brothers had so kindly requested. She always found writing would help her sought out what she was thinking or if need be make her completely forget about her problems. She looked up as the players walk onto the field; Peter led his team looking more confident with every step. She wondered how someone could always look so sure of themselves. She knew she could never be as confident as Peter no matter what the situation was. She let out a long sigh and began to write, her pencil scratching lightly on the page.

The afternoon past quickly for Wendy, every so often the cheering from the cricket game would interrupt her thoughts but all in all it had been a very pleasant afternoon. She had made great progress on her brother bed time tale; it was full of enchanted creatures and a healthy number of pirates. Wendy had also managed to come up with a possible solution to what she should do about what ever was between Peter and her. She had come to the conclusion that perhaps the best thing to do would be to simply talk to him. It may seem like an awfully obvious thing to do and maybe that is why she had so often overlooked it, but perhaps a better or possibly more reliable reason is the fact that she was frightened to go talk to him. She had no idea of what she could possibly say. She had never been in a situation like this before and hoped that she would never again be.

Wendy heard a large cheer coming form the stands obviously the game had finished and by the excitement of the crowd the Kingston team had won. She smiled to herself at what Peter would be like, he had always been somewhat arrogant and cocky, but then again perhaps he had changed, he had grown after all. As she began to pack away her things she saw something in white coming towards her out of the corner of her eye.

'Hi Wendy, we won the match' Peter shouted jovially

'Why of course you did, I've never known you to loose anything in your life' Wendy replied surprisingly calmly

'Nothing except you' Peter mumbled to himself

'What was that?'

'Nothing, I just…well…about what happened at the dance…I just wanted to…'

'Peter, Peter, they're serving tea down at the clubhouse and everyone's expecting you to make a speech after your spectacular win, you really ought to hurry' Eleanor had seamed to pop out of nowhere and was already tugging Peter's hand in the direction of the clubhouse.

'Um, hold on a moment Eleanor, I just need a word with Wendy' Peter replied almost shyly.

'But Peter everyone's waiting for you' Eleanor implored. He looked up at Wendy as if asking her to decide what he should do for him. Unfortunately she didn't pick the answer he was hoping for.

'Its alright Peter, you had better go, you shouldn't keep everyone waiting, congratulations by the way' Wendy smiled warmly at him and all Peter could do in response was to mumble a 'thanks' and 'see you later' as he was already being dragged off down the hill by an impatient and somewhat jealous Eleanor. How dare Wendy think that she would be good enough to occupy Peter precious time.

Wendy watched Peter being dragged back down to the clubhouse and she smiled sadly to herself. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that Peter had left with Eleanor even if she was the one who encouraged it. She just wasn't quite sure if she was ready to talk to Peter about what had happened and would happen between them even if that had been her original plan. She signed and finished packing up her things, it had been an enjoyable day and she had had plenty of time for thinking, but perhaps one more day wouldn't hurt.

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