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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, I am baaaccckkk with chapter 12! It's kind of short, but I am almost positive you'll like it. I was just forced to watch the superbowl, and the Pats won! Yay for Boston! That was nice, but I was really, really bored. So, here's chapter 12, read, review and most of all enjoy!! It might take awhile to get chapter 13, I have almost no free time this week because my opera opens in 3 days!!!!!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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Peter took a tentative step toward Wendy, and took her hands into his. He savored the smooth, un-calloused texture, and then realized that Wendy was staring at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence.
"Wendy," he said, "Above all other things I've ever seen or met in my life, you are the most amazing, kind and beautiful."
Wendy blushed profusely, a huge smile on her face. She wasn't used to hearing such compliments from someone she cared for so deeply. "Thank you, Peter," she smiled, "Is that all?" Her face fell a bit, she had been foolish to expect something else, and especially when she knew that the emotion was beyond Peter.
He opened his mouth to say yes; his nerves were getting the best of him. But he couldn't. Not after all his mental torture and confusion.
"No," he said bravely, "That isn't all. Wendy, I'd be a fool to tell you that that was all. Because to me you are so much more than a friend."
Wendy's breath caught in her throat. She looked at Peter eagerly, waiting intently for what he would say next. She had imagined this sort of moment all her life, she hoped with all her might that he would have the guts to continue.
"Wendy Moira Angela Darling, I'm in love with you. I love you."
Wendy could only stare, her mouth hanging open. Peter Pan, the boy who didn't love, had just told her that he was in love with her. Peter Pan, the boy she loved with all her being. And yet she couldn't find any words. She was speechless. All she could say was....
"What?"
An awkward silence filled the space between the two. Neither said anything, they just stared.
Peter looked perturbed by her rather unexpected comment. He had been hoping for another reaction, one not quite so blunt. He had imagined her perhaps throwing herself into his arms, and then he would kiss her. He didn't like the way this was going. So he decided to continue.
"My dreams, my thoughts, my entire being have been tortured for the last six years because I couldn't understand what I was feeling; I was in denial for six whole years, Wendy! I only just realized that there is no way I could live without you....I can't go on living unless you love me back. Ever since I met you, my sanity-my LIFE-depended on the fact that I could return to you and find you here, waiting for me. You're my angel. That's why I love you, Wendy."
Wendy could feel hot tears in her eyes; she could barely contain her happiness. She thought she was going to explode with delight. Warm, salty tears began to fall from her eyes, and Peter frowned, letting go of her hands. Had he offended her?
"I'm sorry," he said quickly, stepping away from her. "Did I do something wrong? Wendy?"
Wendy shook her head, smiling as she wiped her tears away. "No, Peter, you haven't done anything wrong. I'm just so....happy. Oh Peter, I'm more than happy, I'm in love! With you! You have no idea how long I've wanted to say that to you, but I thought you couldn't....I thought you couldn't love."
Peter just stared at Wendy. She didn't love Edward the governor's son, she love him. Peter. Peter Pan. The boy she'd given her hidden kiss to.
'So it does belong to me, after all,' Peter thought to himself proudly. 'I knew it! Ah, the cleverness of me!'
"So if you love me and I love you....does that mean I can kiss you?" Peter asked shyly, blushing like a schoolboy.
Wendy laughed at him; he was such an endearing, lovable person. How could she have not fallen in love with him? She would always remember this as the best night of her life, when her knight in shining armor (or vines for that matter) had told her he loved her.
"Of course, Peter. You may kiss me any time you like. I'm your Wendy."
Peter's eyes lit up. "Really? My Wendy? No one else's?"
"No one else's. I'm yours."
Peter put his hand on her pale cheek and tilted her face upwards towards his, and he lowered his head to meet hers.
And they kissed, for the first time, as lovers.
Peter was flying. The kiss was as magical as he remembered, but this time with more of a sense of urgency. He pressed his lips against hers, and they were lost in a world of their own. She tasted like cherries, a flavor that made their kiss even sweeter.
It was a sweet kiss, one that Wendy had always imagined to be her first. Peter's lips really were as soft as they looked, they worked absolute magic. She sighed against his lips, and they parted.
"That....that was amazing," Peter whispered, and Wendy nodded, grinning like a Cheshire cat. They looked down at their feet, and saw that they were no longer standing on the white floor of Wendy's room; they were hovering a good six inches above it. Peter opened his mouth to remark on it, but before he could say anything else, she put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.
Their second kiss was deeper and more intense, one in which they both let out all of the pent up emotion that they had had locked up inside for six years. It was amazing; in that second kiss there was anger, sorrow, tears, joy and love. It was very energy-consuming; kissing with that kind of intensity and passion, and it only lasted for twenty seconds or so.
When they parted, they were both panting slightly, and Peter looked Wendy straight in the eyes. The same question was on both each other's minds.
"So..." Peter said, "What are you going to do about your parents....and Edward?"
"Well, I can't rightly go through with a marriage to him now that we're in love," Wendy said matter-of-factly, "I suppose I shall tell my parents that I no longer love him, and will not marry him."
Peter grinned, "You're so smart, Wendy. No wonder I love you." Wendy giggled.
"You know," Peter said, turning serious, "John said earlier today that I'm sexually attracted to you. What's that mean?"
Wendy's mouth fell open.
'That little braggart!' she thought furiously, and then realized she was blushing madly.
"Well, Peter, maybe you are....I don't know, I'll ask John about it later," she said maliciously, thinking of all the wonderfully horrible things she could do to her little brother.
"But what is it? John wouldn't tell me," Peter asked, wondering why Wendy was blushing madly, just like John had earlier.
'It must be a mighty funny thing, this sexually attracted,' he thought.
"Well....um....uh....well that really doesn't matter now, Peter. All that matters is that we're here right now. Don't worry your mind with that sort of nonsense." Wendy said, avoiding the subject on the spot. There was no way she was going to explain this to him.
"Ok, I won't. So....what now?"
Wendy opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted before she could.
"I'll tell you what's going to happen now," said a polite voice from the doorway.
The two whirled around to see Mr. Darling in the doorway, looking very grim indeed.
"Nothing indecent, indeed!"
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Afterthoughts: Hmmmm....another not-so-nice cliffie. Sorry about that. Rather mean of me. But I really hope you enjoyed it, this short little 5- page chapter has been 4 weeks in the making! Yes, this I believe is a pivotal chapter in I Didn't Forget. And now you see why.
I hope you all come back for chapter 13!!!
Thanks again Ali!!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, I am baaaccckkk with chapter 12! It's kind of short, but I am almost positive you'll like it. I was just forced to watch the superbowl, and the Pats won! Yay for Boston! That was nice, but I was really, really bored. So, here's chapter 12, read, review and most of all enjoy!! It might take awhile to get chapter 13, I have almost no free time this week because my opera opens in 3 days!!!!!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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Peter took a tentative step toward Wendy, and took her hands into his. He savored the smooth, un-calloused texture, and then realized that Wendy was staring at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence.
"Wendy," he said, "Above all other things I've ever seen or met in my life, you are the most amazing, kind and beautiful."
Wendy blushed profusely, a huge smile on her face. She wasn't used to hearing such compliments from someone she cared for so deeply. "Thank you, Peter," she smiled, "Is that all?" Her face fell a bit, she had been foolish to expect something else, and especially when she knew that the emotion was beyond Peter.
He opened his mouth to say yes; his nerves were getting the best of him. But he couldn't. Not after all his mental torture and confusion.
"No," he said bravely, "That isn't all. Wendy, I'd be a fool to tell you that that was all. Because to me you are so much more than a friend."
Wendy's breath caught in her throat. She looked at Peter eagerly, waiting intently for what he would say next. She had imagined this sort of moment all her life, she hoped with all her might that he would have the guts to continue.
"Wendy Moira Angela Darling, I'm in love with you. I love you."
Wendy could only stare, her mouth hanging open. Peter Pan, the boy who didn't love, had just told her that he was in love with her. Peter Pan, the boy she loved with all her being. And yet she couldn't find any words. She was speechless. All she could say was....
"What?"
An awkward silence filled the space between the two. Neither said anything, they just stared.
Peter looked perturbed by her rather unexpected comment. He had been hoping for another reaction, one not quite so blunt. He had imagined her perhaps throwing herself into his arms, and then he would kiss her. He didn't like the way this was going. So he decided to continue.
"My dreams, my thoughts, my entire being have been tortured for the last six years because I couldn't understand what I was feeling; I was in denial for six whole years, Wendy! I only just realized that there is no way I could live without you....I can't go on living unless you love me back. Ever since I met you, my sanity-my LIFE-depended on the fact that I could return to you and find you here, waiting for me. You're my angel. That's why I love you, Wendy."
Wendy could feel hot tears in her eyes; she could barely contain her happiness. She thought she was going to explode with delight. Warm, salty tears began to fall from her eyes, and Peter frowned, letting go of her hands. Had he offended her?
"I'm sorry," he said quickly, stepping away from her. "Did I do something wrong? Wendy?"
Wendy shook her head, smiling as she wiped her tears away. "No, Peter, you haven't done anything wrong. I'm just so....happy. Oh Peter, I'm more than happy, I'm in love! With you! You have no idea how long I've wanted to say that to you, but I thought you couldn't....I thought you couldn't love."
Peter just stared at Wendy. She didn't love Edward the governor's son, she love him. Peter. Peter Pan. The boy she'd given her hidden kiss to.
'So it does belong to me, after all,' Peter thought to himself proudly. 'I knew it! Ah, the cleverness of me!'
"So if you love me and I love you....does that mean I can kiss you?" Peter asked shyly, blushing like a schoolboy.
Wendy laughed at him; he was such an endearing, lovable person. How could she have not fallen in love with him? She would always remember this as the best night of her life, when her knight in shining armor (or vines for that matter) had told her he loved her.
"Of course, Peter. You may kiss me any time you like. I'm your Wendy."
Peter's eyes lit up. "Really? My Wendy? No one else's?"
"No one else's. I'm yours."
Peter put his hand on her pale cheek and tilted her face upwards towards his, and he lowered his head to meet hers.
And they kissed, for the first time, as lovers.
Peter was flying. The kiss was as magical as he remembered, but this time with more of a sense of urgency. He pressed his lips against hers, and they were lost in a world of their own. She tasted like cherries, a flavor that made their kiss even sweeter.
It was a sweet kiss, one that Wendy had always imagined to be her first. Peter's lips really were as soft as they looked, they worked absolute magic. She sighed against his lips, and they parted.
"That....that was amazing," Peter whispered, and Wendy nodded, grinning like a Cheshire cat. They looked down at their feet, and saw that they were no longer standing on the white floor of Wendy's room; they were hovering a good six inches above it. Peter opened his mouth to remark on it, but before he could say anything else, she put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.
Their second kiss was deeper and more intense, one in which they both let out all of the pent up emotion that they had had locked up inside for six years. It was amazing; in that second kiss there was anger, sorrow, tears, joy and love. It was very energy-consuming; kissing with that kind of intensity and passion, and it only lasted for twenty seconds or so.
When they parted, they were both panting slightly, and Peter looked Wendy straight in the eyes. The same question was on both each other's minds.
"So..." Peter said, "What are you going to do about your parents....and Edward?"
"Well, I can't rightly go through with a marriage to him now that we're in love," Wendy said matter-of-factly, "I suppose I shall tell my parents that I no longer love him, and will not marry him."
Peter grinned, "You're so smart, Wendy. No wonder I love you." Wendy giggled.
"You know," Peter said, turning serious, "John said earlier today that I'm sexually attracted to you. What's that mean?"
Wendy's mouth fell open.
'That little braggart!' she thought furiously, and then realized she was blushing madly.
"Well, Peter, maybe you are....I don't know, I'll ask John about it later," she said maliciously, thinking of all the wonderfully horrible things she could do to her little brother.
"But what is it? John wouldn't tell me," Peter asked, wondering why Wendy was blushing madly, just like John had earlier.
'It must be a mighty funny thing, this sexually attracted,' he thought.
"Well....um....uh....well that really doesn't matter now, Peter. All that matters is that we're here right now. Don't worry your mind with that sort of nonsense." Wendy said, avoiding the subject on the spot. There was no way she was going to explain this to him.
"Ok, I won't. So....what now?"
Wendy opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted before she could.
"I'll tell you what's going to happen now," said a polite voice from the doorway.
The two whirled around to see Mr. Darling in the doorway, looking very grim indeed.
"Nothing indecent, indeed!"
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Afterthoughts: Hmmmm....another not-so-nice cliffie. Sorry about that. Rather mean of me. But I really hope you enjoyed it, this short little 5- page chapter has been 4 weeks in the making! Yes, this I believe is a pivotal chapter in I Didn't Forget. And now you see why.
I hope you all come back for chapter 13!!!
Thanks again Ali!!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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