I've got over 20 reviews, do-do-do-do-do!!!!!! I'm soooo excited that you guys like this so much, and I hope you won't be let down. Sorry for putting this off for so long! I would just look at how many reviews I got and think that the next chapter won't be good enough, so I keep not doing it. Well, no longer.

I would like to thank the following: mysterygirl2000 for being the first to review, A for liking Jeremy Sumpter, KOI for feeding her cat, Gohanzgirl for crying, DarkJadedEyes for telling me I'm an amazing author, Megan for wishing the same as I do, Boomkat14 for asking about the movie, nightcrawler no miko for having the name nightcrawler, savetheducks for the cute face, gothic_farie for doing the math, Adrienne Marie for liking younger men, birdy for using the word fantastically, Aledia for being hit on the head, hi for having a crushing sister, blueberrie for acting fruity, ForeverAnAngel for paying attention, Limegreenlion for rocking my socks, CrzCgirl for using my favorite phrase, A Walk to Remember Lover for the cute name, Zorrina for being worried, SBGrl925 for catching something I didn't, JustAGirl4 for asking for ME to read their story, LiGirl for putting me in her story, (And being one of my best friends) wolfcry for loving my favorite scene, Tatters for being the newest to review, and Kayzu for not reviewing yet!

Boomkat14: Yes, they do really kiss, and then Peter turns pink all over, and blows off all the pirates on the ship. (It's cute)

"Tis just a thimble"

"How like a girl. By all means my beauty, give Peter Pan, your precious thimble"

gothic_farie: I know that they're probably older, but then Wendy would 3 years older then him, and, there would be complications.

"Forget them Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me, where you'll never, never have to worry about grown-up things again."

"Never is an awfully long time."

SBGrl925: No, Wendy is 12! She does not have a child!

"Wendy, this is all make believe, isn't it? Then you and I are…"

"Um, yes."

JustAGirl4: I loved your story! By the way, if you want me to read your stuff, just ask! You can count on a review!

Anyways, onto the story!

The One Who Forgot

"If this is you in bed, then what is this?" The teacher asked sharply.

"A boy." Wendy answered nervously.

Peter is not stupid, and is not like others might think. He did not fly away, hurt and grieved for all eternity, for he is not like that. Peter is dreadfully sad that Hook's prophecy had come true, but he is convinced that he will interfere before the end has also come true. He found an American CD laying on the edge of a sleeping teenagers nightstand, and took it away, promising it to return one day.

When Wendy wok the next morning, her eyes fell upon the window. The perfect view was interrupted by a piece a paper on the outside of the window. Wendy unbarred her window and took it off the glass. Confused, she held it with both hands, and turned over the blank piece of paper.

The paper started singing, in a voice she almost remembered:

Now, don't just walk away

Pretending everything's okay

And you don't care about me

Wendy gasped, and threw it on the floor. It stopped singing immediately. She circled it like a hawk, and slowly picked it up. The paper repeated the song.

A voice rang out, "Wendy! Time for breakfast!"

It was Slightly.

Wendy shook her head, threw the paper back on the floor, barred her window, and ran downstairs to breakfast.

Peter watched, unseen, from the window. He smiled his adorable little smile.

Peter had some powers that no one knew about, or rather, remembered. Since he could not write, he was able to put his voice into the paper, and recite the message. Of course, being as unschooled as he was, he did not know what to put in a letter.

"They put that in the letters?" Wendy asked, advancing on Peter.

"Don't get any letters." Peter said simply.

Peter was still desperately sad, but now that the initial shock was over, he was working hard. He wanted her to remember, but since there seemed no opportune moment, he wanted her to figure it out.

Wendy on the other hand, was deeply disturbed. For how was the paper able to sing? And who's voice was it? What were they talking about, everything was perfectly all right, she was to be a full-fledged teenager in a week!

The song kept repeating in her head, which made her loose track of what she was doing, and many a time the teacher had to smack her desk. At the end of school, the teacher asked to speak with her. (They had the same teacher throughout their schooling)

"Wendy? Why couldn't you pay attention in class today?" She asked sharply.

Wendy gulped, "Something strange happened to me this morning. Perhaps it was just a dream."

Her teacher looked at her icily, "Of course it was a dream. This had better not be like that fantasy you had several years ago. Don't be rushing off because of it."

Wendy had no idea what she was talking about, but she shook her head, "No Ma'am."

Then she was dismissed. Wendy ran all the way home, leaving John and Tootles to take care of the younger children.

Her theory was demolished when she saw the paper still lying on her floor. It was now dark, and the stars were twinkling their best. She made sure the window was locked, to Peter's dismay, and then put the paper in the very drawer that Tink had been pushed into, though she did not remember.

Peter smiled, and wished he knew another way in. But, he was still just an uneducated boy, and he sighed and sang into the next piece of paper.

Wendy was awoken the next day by Michael running into her room, "Wendy! It's my birthday today! Did you remember my present?"

Wendy was still a little dazed as Michael saw the paper outside her window "Is this it?"

He undid the window, and pulled it down:

And I, know it's just no use

When all your lies

Become your truths

And I don't care

Michael gave it to Wendy, "Wendy, I don't like your present very much. What was it talking about?"

Wendy smiled, "That's not your present! But I shall only it to you if you eat your breakfast."

At that, Michael raced down the stairs. Wendy picked up the paper, and it repeated the song until she put it in the drawer with the other one. She still had no idea, but had a very bad feeling about it, like she did something she didn't remember. She sighed and went after Michael.

The table now a days were completely filled, but the Darlings loved it all the same. Aunt Millicent now lived with them also, for who was she to split up the now, Found Boys. Michael was inhaling his oatmeal like an anteater. Wendy was sure he would finish it before she reached the table.

Everyone had their presents behind their 12 chairs, like it was custom in their house to do. Wendy took her present from the closet and sat it behind her chair.

Just as she ate her first spoonful, Michael yelled, "I'm done! May I have my presents now?"

Presents were taken and the put all around Michael. Nana wished she was there also, but she was old when their adventures began, and she was now so frail, they hated to move her.

The presents were soon unwrapped, except for one. Wendy's present was always Michael's favorite, for he knew what it held.

"Candy!" Michael yelled.

There laid his favorite sweets, wrapped with red ribbon.

"May I eat one now Mother?" He asked excitedly.

"Only if you are ready for school in time." She smiled.

Michael stuffed his face, while he others got ready. Wendy tried quite hard to pay attention, and to ignore the song and following questions that popped in her mind. Thankfully, her teacher did not notice this.

Peter was afraid that she would never get what he was trying to say until it was too late. When she turned 13, she would no longer be able to remember, no matter if he stood in front of her and kissed her on the lips. She would be an official adult. And adults can never go to Neverland. He sang into the paper, and taped it against the window.

Wendy was waiting for him, he knew it. She sat upright in her bed, anxiously waiting, to figure out why the papers kept appearing. She saw a shadow, and raced to the window, but as soon as it was reached, the shadow was gone, and there was another letter on her window.

Something flashed through her mind.

" I want always to be a boy, and have fun."

It held the same voice as the paper. Afraid that the shadow would come back, she left the window barred, and immediately went to sleep.

Okay, that's all! No, it's just the end of the chapter. I hope I didn't bore you all too death. Please review! Does anyone know what prams are? I'm going to go see it again! ~Miaa