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My Darling readers: Here's the second chapter!! This one is a jump in time, just like I promised, and Wendy faces some conflicting emotions. Hope it's not too sappy for ya, I tried to make it as straightforward as possible. Please read and review and enjoy : )
Disclaimer: I don't own the story Peter Pan or any of the ideas from it. Those belong to the wonderful people that made it into a movie (an amazing movie that I've seen 3 times so far) and of course, J.M. Barrie, whose book really gave me a better perspective on the entire story.
Star and Glade, and Hallelujah89: Thanks so much for the kind reviews, I hope you guys keep reading : )
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Chapter 1: One year later.
Wendy glanced around the corner of the kitchen, watching her mother kneading bread and humming carols. Grinning to herself, the sixteen-year old eased over to the laundry room, keeping to the right side of the hallway so the floor wouldn't creak beneath her weight. She opened the side door softly, slipped on her sneakers, and escaped into the late afternoon sunlight.
"Wendy!" someone shouted after she had run nearly a block. She stopped, then her face lit up in a grin when she saw who had hailed her.
Alex Davidson extended a hand down to her from the tree he was sitting in. She let him help her climb up and straddled a branch beside him, dressed in jeans and an old T-shirt that she had found in the corner of her closet. Alex grinned at her with those gorgeous, mischievously bright green eyes. His smooth brown hair hung nearly to his shoulders; bangs hovered in wisps around his face, giving him an even more stunning appearance. He was five inches taller than Wendy, which all her friends told her was a perfect height difference, and he was strong. She could feel the muscles of his arm as she leaned against him to get her balance.
"Sneak out?" he asked, his voice deep and kind but also filled with the same sense of mischief as his eyes. That mischief was the one thing about Alex Davidson that Wendy did not quite trust, though all the other girls liked to think of him as a "bad boy". She thought it seemed like Alex was laughing off the crimes and concerns of other people, and for a fleeting moment, she felt guilty about sneaking out.
"Yeah," she replied nonchalantly. She leaned back against the branch, looking at the sidewalk from their lofty post in one of the Baptist church's strong elms. "So who're we pegging?" she asked curiously. She hadn't failed to notice the bucket of water balloons balanced between the tree trunk and a branch that was next to Alex.
"Marissa and Daniel," he replied, frowning with dislike. "They're such snobs. They keep making fun of David, that's the new kid at school, just because he garbles his English."
Wendy knew whom he meant and nodded agreement. Everyone agreed with Alex; he was confident in all he said, his eyes seemed to look right into people in a way that told them he could be trusted.
The church bells rang out five times. Wendy winced; she'd been gone twenty minutes and she'd have to be back for dinnertime. The church doors opened a moment later and a bunch of teenagers flooded out, fresh from choir practice and chatting animatedly with one another.
Marissa and Daniel walked a little behind the others, holding hands and laughing together over something. Both were dressed in their best Sunday clothes; it was an opportunity that couldn't be missed.
Alex handed her a water balloon and winked. She had to stifle a laugh at the fun in his eyes. A thrill of excitement rushed in her veins. "Bombs away!" he cried softly, and the water balloons fell, soaking their targets.
Marissa screamed and David pulled her behind him, as though expecting another attack. "My blouse!" Marissa was yelling. All the rest of the kids had heard the commotion and came running back.
In the melee they had created, Alex and Wendy let themselves down and left the scene, unnoticed by the choir group.
A few houses from Wendy's, they both collapsed in laughter and held onto each other for support. After they'd managed to calm themselves somewhat, Alex looked at her. "I like you, Wendy Darling," he said sincerely.
Wendy smiled, surprised. "I like you too, Alex," she responded.
He took a step closer. Was he going to kiss her? Her heart was beginning to race and her eyes were growing more intense. Chills rose up and down her arms. He was so close now. She had never felt like this before. Yes, she had.
"Wendy," he whispered, and leaned forward, his mint-scented breath falling across her face.
"Peter," she whispered back, her eyes closing for the kiss.
Alex jerked away and stepped back from her in surprise and reproach. "Peter?"
"What?" Wendy repeated, confused.
"You said Peter."
"I...I did?"
He ran a hand through his hair in the way that made girls' hearts melt so often, except now he was doing it in anger, and Wendy felt chagrined. "I don't know what game you're playing at, Wendy Darling. I really like you but you need to decide what exactly you want!" With that, he turned and stormed off down the sidewalk, leaving Wendy standing alone behind him.
She turned, tears flooding her eyes, and dashed to her house. She crept in through the laundry door; her mother had started on the vegetables and was still humming that darned happy tune. Covering her ears, Wendy dashed down the hallway and ran up the steps to her room. She threw herself down on the window seat.
Now that she had gotten to a place where she could allow herself to cry, the tears wouldn't come, and she was left cradling her pain inwardly instead.
"What do I want?" she whispered brokenly to the room. "Alex," she replied a moment later, and she admired the strength in her voice. Of course she wanted him. She had not seen Peter Pan in over a year, not since he had returned to her and flatly rejected her love for him.
She touched the spot on her neck where his kiss had hung for so long and found herself wishing, almost instinctively, that she hadn't thrown it at him on his departure. But that was foolishness; Peter did not love her, nor would he come back to her. And she...she did not love him.
"I don't love you, Peter Pan!" she shouted at her dresser. "I hate you!" she yelled at her bed, kicking one of its posts. "Why won't you go away? You've wreaked my life; now get out of it! Get out of my mind, Peter Pan. I don't want to believe in you anymore. I don't want to believe in Neverland or magic. I don't want to believe in fairies!"
Her voice was overtaken by tears; she threw herself on her bed and cried herself to sleep.
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Next chapter's coming up! Hope this chapter made the story a bit more original, but I'm just getting started ;) Please keep reading!
My Darling readers: Here's the second chapter!! This one is a jump in time, just like I promised, and Wendy faces some conflicting emotions. Hope it's not too sappy for ya, I tried to make it as straightforward as possible. Please read and review and enjoy : )
Disclaimer: I don't own the story Peter Pan or any of the ideas from it. Those belong to the wonderful people that made it into a movie (an amazing movie that I've seen 3 times so far) and of course, J.M. Barrie, whose book really gave me a better perspective on the entire story.
Star and Glade, and Hallelujah89: Thanks so much for the kind reviews, I hope you guys keep reading : )
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Chapter 1: One year later.
Wendy glanced around the corner of the kitchen, watching her mother kneading bread and humming carols. Grinning to herself, the sixteen-year old eased over to the laundry room, keeping to the right side of the hallway so the floor wouldn't creak beneath her weight. She opened the side door softly, slipped on her sneakers, and escaped into the late afternoon sunlight.
"Wendy!" someone shouted after she had run nearly a block. She stopped, then her face lit up in a grin when she saw who had hailed her.
Alex Davidson extended a hand down to her from the tree he was sitting in. She let him help her climb up and straddled a branch beside him, dressed in jeans and an old T-shirt that she had found in the corner of her closet. Alex grinned at her with those gorgeous, mischievously bright green eyes. His smooth brown hair hung nearly to his shoulders; bangs hovered in wisps around his face, giving him an even more stunning appearance. He was five inches taller than Wendy, which all her friends told her was a perfect height difference, and he was strong. She could feel the muscles of his arm as she leaned against him to get her balance.
"Sneak out?" he asked, his voice deep and kind but also filled with the same sense of mischief as his eyes. That mischief was the one thing about Alex Davidson that Wendy did not quite trust, though all the other girls liked to think of him as a "bad boy". She thought it seemed like Alex was laughing off the crimes and concerns of other people, and for a fleeting moment, she felt guilty about sneaking out.
"Yeah," she replied nonchalantly. She leaned back against the branch, looking at the sidewalk from their lofty post in one of the Baptist church's strong elms. "So who're we pegging?" she asked curiously. She hadn't failed to notice the bucket of water balloons balanced between the tree trunk and a branch that was next to Alex.
"Marissa and Daniel," he replied, frowning with dislike. "They're such snobs. They keep making fun of David, that's the new kid at school, just because he garbles his English."
Wendy knew whom he meant and nodded agreement. Everyone agreed with Alex; he was confident in all he said, his eyes seemed to look right into people in a way that told them he could be trusted.
The church bells rang out five times. Wendy winced; she'd been gone twenty minutes and she'd have to be back for dinnertime. The church doors opened a moment later and a bunch of teenagers flooded out, fresh from choir practice and chatting animatedly with one another.
Marissa and Daniel walked a little behind the others, holding hands and laughing together over something. Both were dressed in their best Sunday clothes; it was an opportunity that couldn't be missed.
Alex handed her a water balloon and winked. She had to stifle a laugh at the fun in his eyes. A thrill of excitement rushed in her veins. "Bombs away!" he cried softly, and the water balloons fell, soaking their targets.
Marissa screamed and David pulled her behind him, as though expecting another attack. "My blouse!" Marissa was yelling. All the rest of the kids had heard the commotion and came running back.
In the melee they had created, Alex and Wendy let themselves down and left the scene, unnoticed by the choir group.
A few houses from Wendy's, they both collapsed in laughter and held onto each other for support. After they'd managed to calm themselves somewhat, Alex looked at her. "I like you, Wendy Darling," he said sincerely.
Wendy smiled, surprised. "I like you too, Alex," she responded.
He took a step closer. Was he going to kiss her? Her heart was beginning to race and her eyes were growing more intense. Chills rose up and down her arms. He was so close now. She had never felt like this before. Yes, she had.
"Wendy," he whispered, and leaned forward, his mint-scented breath falling across her face.
"Peter," she whispered back, her eyes closing for the kiss.
Alex jerked away and stepped back from her in surprise and reproach. "Peter?"
"What?" Wendy repeated, confused.
"You said Peter."
"I...I did?"
He ran a hand through his hair in the way that made girls' hearts melt so often, except now he was doing it in anger, and Wendy felt chagrined. "I don't know what game you're playing at, Wendy Darling. I really like you but you need to decide what exactly you want!" With that, he turned and stormed off down the sidewalk, leaving Wendy standing alone behind him.
She turned, tears flooding her eyes, and dashed to her house. She crept in through the laundry door; her mother had started on the vegetables and was still humming that darned happy tune. Covering her ears, Wendy dashed down the hallway and ran up the steps to her room. She threw herself down on the window seat.
Now that she had gotten to a place where she could allow herself to cry, the tears wouldn't come, and she was left cradling her pain inwardly instead.
"What do I want?" she whispered brokenly to the room. "Alex," she replied a moment later, and she admired the strength in her voice. Of course she wanted him. She had not seen Peter Pan in over a year, not since he had returned to her and flatly rejected her love for him.
She touched the spot on her neck where his kiss had hung for so long and found herself wishing, almost instinctively, that she hadn't thrown it at him on his departure. But that was foolishness; Peter did not love her, nor would he come back to her. And she...she did not love him.
"I don't love you, Peter Pan!" she shouted at her dresser. "I hate you!" she yelled at her bed, kicking one of its posts. "Why won't you go away? You've wreaked my life; now get out of it! Get out of my mind, Peter Pan. I don't want to believe in you anymore. I don't want to believe in Neverland or magic. I don't want to believe in fairies!"
Her voice was overtaken by tears; she threw herself on her bed and cried herself to sleep.
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Next chapter's coming up! Hope this chapter made the story a bit more original, but I'm just getting started ;) Please keep reading!
