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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, Ellie here, back again for chapter 9! I was under immense pressure for this one, and I worked long and hard on it, so I hope you all like it!
Just wanted to share one of my favorite quotes with you from the world of opera
I don't want to sear people's hearts I want only to shoot with my golden darts Listen to the honesty of my voice Now you've no choice *sticks out tongue and runs off stage*
aaah, the beauty of an incredibly fucked up cupid. Opera is a truly beautiful thing.
So guys, read, review, and most of all ENJOY!
Bon Appetit!
(Because I know you all just love to eat stories)
I LOVE YOU ALL
~ELLIE~
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It was warmer than usual in her bed. Wendy snuggled deeper into the folds of her blanket, and sighed deeply. Last night had been so magical, and so sad. It was the first time in ages that she had been happy, and yet it was another one of those nights where her heart broke into a million pieces.
Her blue eyes fluttered open, and she looked around her room, sensing another presence in it. Her eyes landed on two arms that were encircling her waste loosely, and gasped. Who was in her bed? She quietly took hold of the bedpan that lay on the floor next to her bed; and quietly as a mouse, she began to turn, ready to face the intruder. How vile! Who would think of climbing into a respectable young woman's bed?
She flung around suddenly and hit her attacker on the head with the hot pan. She gasped as she saw who it was.
"Peter!" She cried as he lay on the blue sheets, unconscious. "Oh dear, oh dear, what have I done? Peter, wake up!"
She shook his motionless body, and he moaned quietly as his eyes began to open.
"Wendy...."
"Sssh, ssh, don't speak, dear, it'll only make your head hurt more,"
To an outsider, this scene would have been utterly hilarious. And it would have been funny to Wendy as well if she didn't have another thought weighing her mind down.
What was Peter doing her room in the first place, in her bed? Her initial thought was wiped away when she recalled that Peter didn't know anything at all about those sorts of intentions. He probably just didn't want to wake up the boys so late at night. Good thing her parents hadn't come in. That would have been the end of Peter's visit, for sure. She could just imagine the look on her father's face.
Wendy ran to get Peter a wet cloth, and returned a moment later and placed it on his forehead, where a large bruise was rapidly appearing. She was laden with guilt.
"Wendy-why did you hit me?" Peter asked, shying away from her touch.
"Peter, I didn't know it was you! I thought a complete stranger was in my bed-it scared me!"
Peter grinned mischievously. "Terribly sorry, Wendy. I'm afraid that this bruise is going to be here for a long time. Good arm, by the way." He saluted her as if he was a war veteran.
Wendy blushed and bent down to inspect the wound.
Their faces were just an inch apart. He seemed to be lifting his face towards hers. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek. He was smiling.
"Wendy...."
She loved it when he said her name.
"Wendy!"
She pulled her face away from his as she heard her mother calling for her. She heard her coming up the stairs, and stood up, pulling a confused and rather dizzy Peter with her. She let go of his hand as her mother poked her head into the room.
"Wendy, are you in there? I-oh, hello Peter! What are you two doing in here? Chatting, I presume? Well, never mind that, we've more important things to attend to. Peter, I suggest you go down and have breakfast. Wendy, *it* is here."
Wendy gulped. She had been dreading this ever since the day that she had been promised to Edward. To think that she had once anticipated this day with the excitement of a young lover. But that was when she was younger. When she had had her fantasy wedding all planned out.
Peter looked at Wendy, confused. "Then I-erm-I guess I should go eat something-the boys are probably expecting me downstairs. Mrs. Darling," he nodded to her mother as he walked out of the room.
"So polite; that boy," Mrs. Darling said absentmindedly.
Wendy smiled; her parents would never know that John had given Peter lessons in 'proper English speak', as he called it.
"Anyways, love, it's finally here! Just the one you wanted!" She was holding a flat white box that was tied with a pink ribbon. "Try it on, won't you? Oooh, isn't this exciting now?"
Wendy nodded numbly, it wasn't exciting at all.
She opened the box carefully, and pulled out what was probably the most beautiful article of clothing she had ever seen in her life.
It was THE white dress, the dress that would put all others to shame. It was very simple and faerie-like, with a gauzy skirt that fanned out slightly, and a white corset upper with ivory roses embroidered onto it.
"Oh mother....it's so beautiful! Wherever did you find something like this?" Wendy breathed, holding the dress up. This was a dress that would make any occasion seem grand, that was for sure.
"Well, you had told me that you didn't want anything too fancy, something faerie-like. I think you said that to me around four years ago....I wasn't sure if you still wanted one like this anymore. I'm so glad you like it! Well, what are you waiting for? Try it on!"
She took the dress and went to change in her closet.
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"Oh, Wendy," Mrs. Darling gasped when she re-entered the room, now in her wedding dress, "You look.....you look so beautiful! Here, come closer; let me get a better look. Just like an angel, dear."
Mrs. Darling was right, not only was the dress itself stunning, but Wendy looked unearthly beautiful in it. The gauzy skirt trailed on the floor, and it fanned out like a ballerina when she twirled. The dress hugged her curves, and made her angelic white skin glow.
"Does this dress make me look fat?" Wendy asked, and then smiled at her mother, who laughed.
"Very funny, dear. Do you like how it looks?"
"Yes."
She could see her dream wedding unfolding in front of her now. A simple affair with just her family and friends, and a little outside ceremony. Her groom would be as handsome as she was beautiful, and he would take her into the world of lifelong romance with one beautiful kiss.
But she had to face reality. That wedding was never going to happen. The kiss she was going to receive on her wedding day would be exactly the same as the cold, unforgiving one that she had received at her engagement party.
"Wendy-Wendy!" her mother's voice invaded her thoughts, bringing her back to the real world.
"Let's go downstairs and show your father, hmmm?"
Wendy nodded and followed her mother out of the room, noticeably more depressed than she had been a few moments ago.
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"George! She's got it on! Do you want to see?" Mrs. Darling called into the dining room. Wendy stood behind her, wringing her hands nervously.
"Of course I do! Come in, Wendy dear, let me see!" Mr. Darling called back.
"What are we gonna see?" she heard Michael ask. "Oh, shut up! Why do you always have to be so damn curious about everything?" she heard one of the twins spit back. "Language, boys, language! There'll be none of that in this household!" "Well then why the bloody hell do you say things like that all the time?" Slightly shrieked. "BOYS! Silence, everyone! Wendy, come in!" Mr. Darling cried, exasperated. "And BE QUIET!"
She heard Peter's laugh along with the rest of the boys, he had always had the most beautiful laugh. It rang out loud and clear above everyone else's, it probably came from the many years he had spent laughing and playing in Neverland.
'I bet he's never been told to speak in an "inside voice"', Wendy laughed to herself, and proceeded to follow her mother into the dining room.
A chorus of 'ooooooooooooooh's' and 'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah's' burst from the boys, and her father looked at her proudly.
"You look just beautiful, my dear," he said, "You'll be the most beautiful bride England has ever seen."
"Nice choice!" "Your skirt's so big!" "Are you allowed to wear sleeves that short?" "Ooooh, look Slightly's drooling!"
Wendy laughed. The boys were so irreverent and carefree. Their sprits were truly beautiful things.
Then she looked to Peter, who had been silent the whole time. He was just staring her, his mouth hanging open slightly. It was quite endearing, except that he had never looked at her like that. It made her feel good and a bit uncomfortable at the same time.
"Come, boys, it's time for you to get dressed. Speaking of which, I probably should too," Mr. Darling chuckled, looking down at his robe and pajamas.
Mr. Darling and the boys filed out of the dining room.
"You look amazing, love," he said to her as he passed.
In less than a minute she was alone in the dining room with Peter. He was still staring at her, slack jawed.
"Peter? Peter, are you in there?" Wendy waved a hand in front of his face, and he started.
"Wendy, you look so....so.....so.....nice."
He cursed inwardly. Why couldn't he say it? He knew she looked beautiful- no, not beautiful, she had transcended that dull adjective a long time ago. There were no words to describe her, and yet the only word he could come up with out loud was 'nice'.
"That's all? Just nice?" Wendy said, looking at him hopefully.
"No," he said with a newfound courage. "Wendy, you don't just look nice. You look beautiful."
Wendy's mouth fell open. Had he really just said that? It was so un-Peter- like.
"Th-thank you," she stammered, blushing.
He moved towards her. "I also forgot to tell you that you looked beautiful when were going to your party."
"I...I....wow," Wendy whispered. She never thought she'd hear words like that coming from Peter's mouth.
Peter wasn't going to let his nerves or common sense take the best of him now. It was time for a confession.
"And I-"
But he was cut off by Mrs. Darling again as she re-entered the dining room.
"Wendy, come along now, don't want to get that dress dirty, now do we? Run along dear."
She took Wendy's hand and pulled her from the room. Peter was still staring at her as she disappeared out of sight.
Stupid mothers. They ruined everything.
Peter turned to leave the room when the door swung open. John stood in the doorway.
"Peter, how about you take a walk with me. There's something we need to talk about," he said formally. He had been outside the door the entire time.
"Ok-did I do something wrong?"
"Well, yes and no."
He turned to leave, and Peter followed him, dreading whatever was coming next. He had never seen John like this before.....so damn serious.
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Afterthoughts: Yes, yes, I know you all wanted a confession! But be patient! Some interesting (and hopefully humorous) interactions between John and Peter in chapter 10! Sorry, that first part of the chapter was rather poorly attempted humor on my part. Sorry. This one didn't take very long to write, but I'm breaching kind of an interesting subject in the next one, so I'm looking at like Thursday. But keep reading and reviewing, because that and my love for Peter/Wendy is what's making me want to keep writing this!
Special thanks to Ali, my one and only beta reader. Love ya!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, Ellie here, back again for chapter 9! I was under immense pressure for this one, and I worked long and hard on it, so I hope you all like it!
Just wanted to share one of my favorite quotes with you from the world of opera
I don't want to sear people's hearts I want only to shoot with my golden darts Listen to the honesty of my voice Now you've no choice *sticks out tongue and runs off stage*
aaah, the beauty of an incredibly fucked up cupid. Opera is a truly beautiful thing.
So guys, read, review, and most of all ENJOY!
Bon Appetit!
(Because I know you all just love to eat stories)
I LOVE YOU ALL
~ELLIE~
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It was warmer than usual in her bed. Wendy snuggled deeper into the folds of her blanket, and sighed deeply. Last night had been so magical, and so sad. It was the first time in ages that she had been happy, and yet it was another one of those nights where her heart broke into a million pieces.
Her blue eyes fluttered open, and she looked around her room, sensing another presence in it. Her eyes landed on two arms that were encircling her waste loosely, and gasped. Who was in her bed? She quietly took hold of the bedpan that lay on the floor next to her bed; and quietly as a mouse, she began to turn, ready to face the intruder. How vile! Who would think of climbing into a respectable young woman's bed?
She flung around suddenly and hit her attacker on the head with the hot pan. She gasped as she saw who it was.
"Peter!" She cried as he lay on the blue sheets, unconscious. "Oh dear, oh dear, what have I done? Peter, wake up!"
She shook his motionless body, and he moaned quietly as his eyes began to open.
"Wendy...."
"Sssh, ssh, don't speak, dear, it'll only make your head hurt more,"
To an outsider, this scene would have been utterly hilarious. And it would have been funny to Wendy as well if she didn't have another thought weighing her mind down.
What was Peter doing her room in the first place, in her bed? Her initial thought was wiped away when she recalled that Peter didn't know anything at all about those sorts of intentions. He probably just didn't want to wake up the boys so late at night. Good thing her parents hadn't come in. That would have been the end of Peter's visit, for sure. She could just imagine the look on her father's face.
Wendy ran to get Peter a wet cloth, and returned a moment later and placed it on his forehead, where a large bruise was rapidly appearing. She was laden with guilt.
"Wendy-why did you hit me?" Peter asked, shying away from her touch.
"Peter, I didn't know it was you! I thought a complete stranger was in my bed-it scared me!"
Peter grinned mischievously. "Terribly sorry, Wendy. I'm afraid that this bruise is going to be here for a long time. Good arm, by the way." He saluted her as if he was a war veteran.
Wendy blushed and bent down to inspect the wound.
Their faces were just an inch apart. He seemed to be lifting his face towards hers. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek. He was smiling.
"Wendy...."
She loved it when he said her name.
"Wendy!"
She pulled her face away from his as she heard her mother calling for her. She heard her coming up the stairs, and stood up, pulling a confused and rather dizzy Peter with her. She let go of his hand as her mother poked her head into the room.
"Wendy, are you in there? I-oh, hello Peter! What are you two doing in here? Chatting, I presume? Well, never mind that, we've more important things to attend to. Peter, I suggest you go down and have breakfast. Wendy, *it* is here."
Wendy gulped. She had been dreading this ever since the day that she had been promised to Edward. To think that she had once anticipated this day with the excitement of a young lover. But that was when she was younger. When she had had her fantasy wedding all planned out.
Peter looked at Wendy, confused. "Then I-erm-I guess I should go eat something-the boys are probably expecting me downstairs. Mrs. Darling," he nodded to her mother as he walked out of the room.
"So polite; that boy," Mrs. Darling said absentmindedly.
Wendy smiled; her parents would never know that John had given Peter lessons in 'proper English speak', as he called it.
"Anyways, love, it's finally here! Just the one you wanted!" She was holding a flat white box that was tied with a pink ribbon. "Try it on, won't you? Oooh, isn't this exciting now?"
Wendy nodded numbly, it wasn't exciting at all.
She opened the box carefully, and pulled out what was probably the most beautiful article of clothing she had ever seen in her life.
It was THE white dress, the dress that would put all others to shame. It was very simple and faerie-like, with a gauzy skirt that fanned out slightly, and a white corset upper with ivory roses embroidered onto it.
"Oh mother....it's so beautiful! Wherever did you find something like this?" Wendy breathed, holding the dress up. This was a dress that would make any occasion seem grand, that was for sure.
"Well, you had told me that you didn't want anything too fancy, something faerie-like. I think you said that to me around four years ago....I wasn't sure if you still wanted one like this anymore. I'm so glad you like it! Well, what are you waiting for? Try it on!"
She took the dress and went to change in her closet.
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"Oh, Wendy," Mrs. Darling gasped when she re-entered the room, now in her wedding dress, "You look.....you look so beautiful! Here, come closer; let me get a better look. Just like an angel, dear."
Mrs. Darling was right, not only was the dress itself stunning, but Wendy looked unearthly beautiful in it. The gauzy skirt trailed on the floor, and it fanned out like a ballerina when she twirled. The dress hugged her curves, and made her angelic white skin glow.
"Does this dress make me look fat?" Wendy asked, and then smiled at her mother, who laughed.
"Very funny, dear. Do you like how it looks?"
"Yes."
She could see her dream wedding unfolding in front of her now. A simple affair with just her family and friends, and a little outside ceremony. Her groom would be as handsome as she was beautiful, and he would take her into the world of lifelong romance with one beautiful kiss.
But she had to face reality. That wedding was never going to happen. The kiss she was going to receive on her wedding day would be exactly the same as the cold, unforgiving one that she had received at her engagement party.
"Wendy-Wendy!" her mother's voice invaded her thoughts, bringing her back to the real world.
"Let's go downstairs and show your father, hmmm?"
Wendy nodded and followed her mother out of the room, noticeably more depressed than she had been a few moments ago.
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"George! She's got it on! Do you want to see?" Mrs. Darling called into the dining room. Wendy stood behind her, wringing her hands nervously.
"Of course I do! Come in, Wendy dear, let me see!" Mr. Darling called back.
"What are we gonna see?" she heard Michael ask. "Oh, shut up! Why do you always have to be so damn curious about everything?" she heard one of the twins spit back. "Language, boys, language! There'll be none of that in this household!" "Well then why the bloody hell do you say things like that all the time?" Slightly shrieked. "BOYS! Silence, everyone! Wendy, come in!" Mr. Darling cried, exasperated. "And BE QUIET!"
She heard Peter's laugh along with the rest of the boys, he had always had the most beautiful laugh. It rang out loud and clear above everyone else's, it probably came from the many years he had spent laughing and playing in Neverland.
'I bet he's never been told to speak in an "inside voice"', Wendy laughed to herself, and proceeded to follow her mother into the dining room.
A chorus of 'ooooooooooooooh's' and 'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah's' burst from the boys, and her father looked at her proudly.
"You look just beautiful, my dear," he said, "You'll be the most beautiful bride England has ever seen."
"Nice choice!" "Your skirt's so big!" "Are you allowed to wear sleeves that short?" "Ooooh, look Slightly's drooling!"
Wendy laughed. The boys were so irreverent and carefree. Their sprits were truly beautiful things.
Then she looked to Peter, who had been silent the whole time. He was just staring her, his mouth hanging open slightly. It was quite endearing, except that he had never looked at her like that. It made her feel good and a bit uncomfortable at the same time.
"Come, boys, it's time for you to get dressed. Speaking of which, I probably should too," Mr. Darling chuckled, looking down at his robe and pajamas.
Mr. Darling and the boys filed out of the dining room.
"You look amazing, love," he said to her as he passed.
In less than a minute she was alone in the dining room with Peter. He was still staring at her, slack jawed.
"Peter? Peter, are you in there?" Wendy waved a hand in front of his face, and he started.
"Wendy, you look so....so.....so.....nice."
He cursed inwardly. Why couldn't he say it? He knew she looked beautiful- no, not beautiful, she had transcended that dull adjective a long time ago. There were no words to describe her, and yet the only word he could come up with out loud was 'nice'.
"That's all? Just nice?" Wendy said, looking at him hopefully.
"No," he said with a newfound courage. "Wendy, you don't just look nice. You look beautiful."
Wendy's mouth fell open. Had he really just said that? It was so un-Peter- like.
"Th-thank you," she stammered, blushing.
He moved towards her. "I also forgot to tell you that you looked beautiful when were going to your party."
"I...I....wow," Wendy whispered. She never thought she'd hear words like that coming from Peter's mouth.
Peter wasn't going to let his nerves or common sense take the best of him now. It was time for a confession.
"And I-"
But he was cut off by Mrs. Darling again as she re-entered the dining room.
"Wendy, come along now, don't want to get that dress dirty, now do we? Run along dear."
She took Wendy's hand and pulled her from the room. Peter was still staring at her as she disappeared out of sight.
Stupid mothers. They ruined everything.
Peter turned to leave the room when the door swung open. John stood in the doorway.
"Peter, how about you take a walk with me. There's something we need to talk about," he said formally. He had been outside the door the entire time.
"Ok-did I do something wrong?"
"Well, yes and no."
He turned to leave, and Peter followed him, dreading whatever was coming next. He had never seen John like this before.....so damn serious.
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Afterthoughts: Yes, yes, I know you all wanted a confession! But be patient! Some interesting (and hopefully humorous) interactions between John and Peter in chapter 10! Sorry, that first part of the chapter was rather poorly attempted humor on my part. Sorry. This one didn't take very long to write, but I'm breaching kind of an interesting subject in the next one, so I'm looking at like Thursday. But keep reading and reviewing, because that and my love for Peter/Wendy is what's making me want to keep writing this!
Special thanks to Ali, my one and only beta reader. Love ya!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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