aight…cracks knuckles let's begin then. first off, thanks to all the peeps who've been reading & reviewing this (i assume you had nothing better to do) D. oo & i love seeing familiar ppl coming in with more reviews (XxDarkGoddessxX & Rita3). that said, I also love to see new ppl coming in to review (kity, peterandwendy4ever, Cattt). alright alright…shall stop brown-nosing now & get on with it yeah? (btw, wonder what happened to wolfcry…)
Moohar:
Wendy couldn't believe it. There he was, the Peter who had been haunting her dreams for so long, standing right in front of her with the same old cocky expression on his face. He had even bowed to her like the first time they had met. She had bowed as beautifully as she could back to him then but right now all she felt like doing was crushing him with an embrace, so happy she was.
And she almost did. But just then, she realized that there was something different about him. Of course, the lighting was bad as the only source was coming from the moonlight streaming in through her window, but even then she could sense something was amiss with Peter tonight.
"Peter, you sound different," Wendy began slowly. Peter began to cough hard, pressing a fist against his mouth dramatically and bending over.
"It's my throat," he replied. There it was! Peter's voice sounded funny. It sounded deep and not at all like the childish and gay tone she was used to. Wendy squinted hard at him, for it was so dark and he was in the way of the moonlight.
"And you look--" Wendy began again but before she could finish, Peter cut in.
"I know, Wendy. That's the reason I came. I've been feeling funny lately. First it was my voice, then it was...other stuff. I can't even explain it," Peter said, anxiousness and worry (and was that...embarrassment?) tinting his voice.
Wendy's heart fell with disappointment. So that was why he had come? To seek for her help? Of course, she was only Mother. She could be nothing more to him. And so be it. She didn't mind only tending to his wounds and heartaches if that meant that she could spend more time with him.
"Alright Peter. But I have to turn on the light to see better. I can't know how bad it is if I don't," she said, trying to hide the disappointed feelings that were threatening to burst out of her mouth.
Wendy, ever feminine, swung her legs as gracefully as she could over the bed and was just about to walk to the light-switch when suddenly Peter swooped down like a great black bird to land right in front of her, blocking her way.
"Uhh.." Peter began, bits of panic pricking his skin, "I-I don't know if you'd want to do that Wendy. It's not a pretty sight".
What was wrong with Peter? He had almost made her scream, swooping down on her that way.
"Peter, get out of my way. I've killed pirates with you with my bare hands before. This can't be any worse," Wendy stood up, slightly irritated. Suddenly, her eyes widened. What was this? The top of her head only reached his shoulders! Wendy gasped. She knew she had grown a lot more taller since the last time that they'd met, but Peter--Peter wasn't supposed to grow!
"Peter! You're...you're..." she could only stutter. She heard him sigh with resignation. And suddenly, light bathed the room with a resounding click.
