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And now, the story..
Peter pulled away from Wendy and stood firmly against the ground, staring at the stranger at the door. He placed his right hand cautiously against his dagger. The man, who so called Wendy his fiancé glared up at him with rage.
"Who are you!" The young man yelled, cautiously backing away as Peter approached him slowly.
"Peter, no!" Wendy cried to him, she pulled up her night gown and dashed for Peter. " No Peter, don't hurt him."
Peter placed his attention on Wendy, she was running towards him, her eyes wide open with fear. Was she afraid that I would hurt this man? He thought.
Wendy reached the two, trying to catch her breath. She tucked at Peter's arm and pulled him back gently. She didn't look at him but whispered in his ears something he couldn't understand.
" So?! Who are you?!" The man shouted, now pushing his chest out as if he was stronger than his opponent. "And what are you doing with Wendy?"
"Why do you want to know?" Peter replied still glaring at him, "it's non of your business!" He crossed his arms and looked away, what's wrong with him? He thought.
"Anson please," Wendy said raising her eye brows annoyingly. " What are you doing here at this time of the night?"
Anson walked up and pushed Peter away from Wendy, he stood still where Peter was, placed his hands on Wendy's shoulders with a smirk on his face. Peter eyes widened, how dare he touch MY Wendy? He thought to himself.
"to check on you of course my darling,"Anson brushed Wendy's cheeks slightly with his delicate hand. She pulled away from him, feeling annoyed.
"How nice of you," she replied sarcastically, "but I really don't think you should be in here right now." She crossed her arms against her chest, staring up at him waiting for a reply.
"Then why is he here?!" Anson raised his voice slightly, pointing disgustingly at Peter. "I am your fiancé and yet, you have a man in your room at this time of night!"
Peter couldn't take it. How dare this man yell at Wendy? Especially right in front of him. He was about to make his move when the door once again flung open.
"What's going on in here?" A woman with a lovely voice stared up at the three, apparently fighting with eachother. "Anson, Wendy, and.who are you?"
Peter rolled his eyes. Does anybody here know him? He thought, everyone should know about Pan!
"I'm-" He was interrupted by Anson, who turned his face to him disgustingly. "I found him in Wendy's bedroom. I thought I heard Wendy talking to someone." He answered, turning his face to Wendy, who also glared at him. Peter was happy to see that Wendy gave no interest in him. " I came in and they were holding eachother!"
Mrs. Darling gasped, her hand against her mouth, "Wendy! Is this true? Why do you even have this man in your room? Why is he-"
She didn't finish her sentence but yanked Wendy away from Peter. Mrs. Darling took Wendy's arm and pulled her towards the door and stopped, frowning at Peter's clothes. She raised her head at him, and gave a smirk.
"We will not allow people like you in this house!" She raised her voice at him. Wendy gasped at this remark. She had never ever heard something like this in her house, especially when it's coming from her mother!
"Mother! What are you saying?"
"You come with me young lady!" Mrs. Darling pulled her out the door.
Peter's mind was filled with rage. His whole body burned with anger as Mrs. Darling made that remark about him. How dare she? He placed his mind on Wendy, who kept her eyes on him the whole time, as if waiting for him to do something to save her. He couldn't think of anything to say or do. He wanted to just pull out his dagger and get this over with, but Peter pan, does not hurt women.
Peter frowned helplessly at Wendy. To his surprise, she smiled warmly at him. His hearted melted once again. His eyes never a moment leaving her. Her eyes still that warm ocean blue, there was no anger or fear but something else, something that he couldn't make out. Was that love? He smiled back at her, as if they were talking to eachother inside their hearts, he felt this warm feeling rushing over him. He kept smiling and it faded away until Wendy was gone, pulled away by her pathetic mother down the hallway.
Author's Notes: Sorry guys, this is kinda short. I'm not really into writing right now cauz I've got this huge test coming up. So worried! ( This one kinda sucked! ^_^ sry people if it was disappointing. ( I 'll do it better next time! Next ch. Coming soon. It'll be way better! Thanx for the reviews again.
Peter pulled away from Wendy and stood firmly against the ground, staring at the stranger at the door. He placed his right hand cautiously against his dagger. The man, who so called Wendy his fiancé glared up at him with rage.
"Who are you!" The young man yelled, cautiously backing away as Peter approached him slowly.
"Peter, no!" Wendy cried to him, she pulled up her night gown and dashed for Peter. " No Peter, don't hurt him."
Peter placed his attention on Wendy, she was running towards him, her eyes wide open with fear. Was she afraid that I would hurt this man? He thought.
Wendy reached the two, trying to catch her breath. She tucked at Peter's arm and pulled him back gently. She didn't look at him but whispered in his ears something he couldn't understand.
" So?! Who are you?!" The man shouted, now pushing his chest out as if he was stronger than his opponent. "And what are you doing with Wendy?"
"Why do you want to know?" Peter replied still glaring at him, "it's non of your business!" He crossed his arms and looked away, what's wrong with him? He thought.
"Anson please," Wendy said raising her eye brows annoyingly. " What are you doing here at this time of the night?"
Anson walked up and pushed Peter away from Wendy, he stood still where Peter was, placed his hands on Wendy's shoulders with a smirk on his face. Peter eyes widened, how dare he touch MY Wendy? He thought to himself.
"to check on you of course my darling,"Anson brushed Wendy's cheeks slightly with his delicate hand. She pulled away from him, feeling annoyed.
"How nice of you," she replied sarcastically, "but I really don't think you should be in here right now." She crossed her arms against her chest, staring up at him waiting for a reply.
"Then why is he here?!" Anson raised his voice slightly, pointing disgustingly at Peter. "I am your fiancé and yet, you have a man in your room at this time of night!"
Peter couldn't take it. How dare this man yell at Wendy? Especially right in front of him. He was about to make his move when the door once again flung open.
"What's going on in here?" A woman with a lovely voice stared up at the three, apparently fighting with eachother. "Anson, Wendy, and.who are you?"
Peter rolled his eyes. Does anybody here know him? He thought, everyone should know about Pan!
"I'm-" He was interrupted by Anson, who turned his face to him disgustingly. "I found him in Wendy's bedroom. I thought I heard Wendy talking to someone." He answered, turning his face to Wendy, who also glared at him. Peter was happy to see that Wendy gave no interest in him. " I came in and they were holding eachother!"
Mrs. Darling gasped, her hand against her mouth, "Wendy! Is this true? Why do you even have this man in your room? Why is he-"
She didn't finish her sentence but yanked Wendy away from Peter. Mrs. Darling took Wendy's arm and pulled her towards the door and stopped, frowning at Peter's clothes. She raised her head at him, and gave a smirk.
"We will not allow people like you in this house!" She raised her voice at him. Wendy gasped at this remark. She had never ever heard something like this in her house, especially when it's coming from her mother!
"Mother! What are you saying?"
"You come with me young lady!" Mrs. Darling pulled her out the door.
Peter's mind was filled with rage. His whole body burned with anger as Mrs. Darling made that remark about him. How dare she? He placed his mind on Wendy, who kept her eyes on him the whole time, as if waiting for him to do something to save her. He couldn't think of anything to say or do. He wanted to just pull out his dagger and get this over with, but Peter pan, does not hurt women.
Peter frowned helplessly at Wendy. To his surprise, she smiled warmly at him. His hearted melted once again. His eyes never a moment leaving her. Her eyes still that warm ocean blue, there was no anger or fear but something else, something that he couldn't make out. Was that love? He smiled back at her, as if they were talking to eachother inside their hearts, he felt this warm feeling rushing over him. He kept smiling and it faded away until Wendy was gone, pulled away by her pathetic mother down the hallway.
Author's Notes: Sorry guys, this is kinda short. I'm not really into writing right now cauz I've got this huge test coming up. So worried! ( This one kinda sucked! ^_^ sry people if it was disappointing. ( I 'll do it better next time! Next ch. Coming soon. It'll be way better! Thanx for the reviews again.