Chapter 1: You Can Fly
"Good night, Rusty."
"Good night, Mom."
Mrs. Jobson turned out the light and sighed. Her son was 17 years old, for God's sake. How much longer would she have to tuck him in at night?
Rusty rolled over in his bed- he pondered the meaning of life. He came up with the deep conclusion of. . . are you ready for this?
Cheese. Outside Rusty's window, lurking in the shadows, there was a boy. His name was Peter Pan. Peter didn't have a mother- he used too, but she left. . . and grew up. Yes, Peter was older than his mother Wendy. . . but not much older.
Peter watched Rusty's figure. The window was open, and he flew into the room. Peter landed and looked around. Tink went to look at Rusty. She remained by Rusty's face for a long time. Peter surveyed his surroundings. There were deer heads everywhere. Some clear bottles on the desk that had a lot of dust on it. Peter went to drink the clear liquid.
"Ew," Peter said, spitting it out. "Tastes like Wendy's medicine."
"Yo! What are you doing in here?" Rusty said, waking up. The sudden noise scared Tinkerbell, and she quickly flew out the open window, staying close enough to help if Rusty proved to be a threat to Peter.
"Yo?" Peter repeated.
"Yo," Rusty said, lifting his chin so he did his infamous 'yo thing.' Peter slowly mimicked the move.
"What are you doing here?" Rusty said getting up. Peter backed up into the air instinctively.
"WHOA!" Rusty said, amazed.
"What?" Peter said, slightly annoyed. All he wanted was to look around the room. He had no intention of talking to this human. He was kind of jealous of Rusty. Peter didn't have a mother, unless you counted Wendy. But, honestly, Wendy wasn't that great of a mother. All she did was tell stories. She didn't thimble any of Peter's cuts from playing Battle. Rusty's mom did all that.
"You can fly!!!" Rusty said. "Can you teach me?"
Just then, a small, but bright, light flew into the room.
"Look, a firefly!!!!!" Rusty said.
"It's not a firefly.she's a pixie!" Peter spat.
"Amazing!"
Tinkerbell flew up to Rusty and landed on his hand. She stared at his face some more. He was even more attractive when he was awake. It must have been the nightlight accenting his features.
"TINK!" Peter snapped as he flew up to Rusty's gun cabinet. "Get over here, now."
"Wow. Can you teach me to fly?" Rusty asked, again.
Peter and Tinkerbell looked at each other and grinned. They loved this game.
"Sure. It's easy. Try it."
"How?"
"Get up here."
Rusty climbed up to the top of his gun cabinet.
"Now, what do you think you do?" Peter asked.
"Well, I've seen birds do it. All they do is jump off the trees and flap their wings."
Peter stifled his laughter. "That's pretty much how it works."
"Okay"
Rusty jumped from the cabinet, flapped his muscular arms, and fell straight down onto the floor.
Peter couldn't contain his laugher anymore. Tinkerbell flew down to see if Rusty was okay.
Rusty got up and rubbed his head. "I don't think that that's how you're supposed to do it."
"Did you think happy thoughts?"
"No."
"That's why."
"Oh."
Rusty climbed onto his desk this time. The gun cabinet was too high when there was a big chance that he would fall again. Which he did.
This was all a big game to Peter, but Tinkerbell was getting slightly angry. She didn't want to see Rusty get hurt very badly.
Peter sighed. "Oh yeah, I forgot something." He grabbed Tinkerbell gently by the wings and shook pixie dust on Rusty.
"What's this?"
"Pixie dust. Anyone can fly. All you need is faith, trust, and pixie dust. You have to think happy thoughts too. Bad thoughts weigh you down."
As Peter said this, Rusty started floating. By the time that Peter noticed that he wasn't in front of him anymore, Rusty was on the ceiling.
"Wow. What were you thinking about?"
"Kathy"
"I think I know her."
"She's awesome."
Tinkerbell didn't like Rusty talking about anyone other than herself. She flew up to Rusty and chimed in his ear.
"It's great that you can fly now. If you want, you can come with us, back home. We have these pirates that want to kill us. If you came, they would see how big your muscles were and they wouldn't threaten us anymore. You can sleep in Wendy's old bed."
"NO!!!!!!!!!" Peter cut her off. Even if he liked Rusty, NO ONE was going to sleep in Wendy's bed, unless it was Wendy.
"Don't make her stop," Rusty said. "I like the sound."
"Wait, did you understand her?"
"Yeah! Only an idiot couldn't hear her ringing! It's like a." Rusty thought of a word that he could use "tinkling bell."
Peter smiled. Having this human in Never Land might be fun.
"Good night, Rusty."
"Good night, Mom."
Mrs. Jobson turned out the light and sighed. Her son was 17 years old, for God's sake. How much longer would she have to tuck him in at night?
Rusty rolled over in his bed- he pondered the meaning of life. He came up with the deep conclusion of. . . are you ready for this?
Cheese. Outside Rusty's window, lurking in the shadows, there was a boy. His name was Peter Pan. Peter didn't have a mother- he used too, but she left. . . and grew up. Yes, Peter was older than his mother Wendy. . . but not much older.
Peter watched Rusty's figure. The window was open, and he flew into the room. Peter landed and looked around. Tink went to look at Rusty. She remained by Rusty's face for a long time. Peter surveyed his surroundings. There were deer heads everywhere. Some clear bottles on the desk that had a lot of dust on it. Peter went to drink the clear liquid.
"Ew," Peter said, spitting it out. "Tastes like Wendy's medicine."
"Yo! What are you doing in here?" Rusty said, waking up. The sudden noise scared Tinkerbell, and she quickly flew out the open window, staying close enough to help if Rusty proved to be a threat to Peter.
"Yo?" Peter repeated.
"Yo," Rusty said, lifting his chin so he did his infamous 'yo thing.' Peter slowly mimicked the move.
"What are you doing here?" Rusty said getting up. Peter backed up into the air instinctively.
"WHOA!" Rusty said, amazed.
"What?" Peter said, slightly annoyed. All he wanted was to look around the room. He had no intention of talking to this human. He was kind of jealous of Rusty. Peter didn't have a mother, unless you counted Wendy. But, honestly, Wendy wasn't that great of a mother. All she did was tell stories. She didn't thimble any of Peter's cuts from playing Battle. Rusty's mom did all that.
"You can fly!!!" Rusty said. "Can you teach me?"
Just then, a small, but bright, light flew into the room.
"Look, a firefly!!!!!" Rusty said.
"It's not a firefly.she's a pixie!" Peter spat.
"Amazing!"
Tinkerbell flew up to Rusty and landed on his hand. She stared at his face some more. He was even more attractive when he was awake. It must have been the nightlight accenting his features.
"TINK!" Peter snapped as he flew up to Rusty's gun cabinet. "Get over here, now."
"Wow. Can you teach me to fly?" Rusty asked, again.
Peter and Tinkerbell looked at each other and grinned. They loved this game.
"Sure. It's easy. Try it."
"How?"
"Get up here."
Rusty climbed up to the top of his gun cabinet.
"Now, what do you think you do?" Peter asked.
"Well, I've seen birds do it. All they do is jump off the trees and flap their wings."
Peter stifled his laughter. "That's pretty much how it works."
"Okay"
Rusty jumped from the cabinet, flapped his muscular arms, and fell straight down onto the floor.
Peter couldn't contain his laugher anymore. Tinkerbell flew down to see if Rusty was okay.
Rusty got up and rubbed his head. "I don't think that that's how you're supposed to do it."
"Did you think happy thoughts?"
"No."
"That's why."
"Oh."
Rusty climbed onto his desk this time. The gun cabinet was too high when there was a big chance that he would fall again. Which he did.
This was all a big game to Peter, but Tinkerbell was getting slightly angry. She didn't want to see Rusty get hurt very badly.
Peter sighed. "Oh yeah, I forgot something." He grabbed Tinkerbell gently by the wings and shook pixie dust on Rusty.
"What's this?"
"Pixie dust. Anyone can fly. All you need is faith, trust, and pixie dust. You have to think happy thoughts too. Bad thoughts weigh you down."
As Peter said this, Rusty started floating. By the time that Peter noticed that he wasn't in front of him anymore, Rusty was on the ceiling.
"Wow. What were you thinking about?"
"Kathy"
"I think I know her."
"She's awesome."
Tinkerbell didn't like Rusty talking about anyone other than herself. She flew up to Rusty and chimed in his ear.
"It's great that you can fly now. If you want, you can come with us, back home. We have these pirates that want to kill us. If you came, they would see how big your muscles were and they wouldn't threaten us anymore. You can sleep in Wendy's old bed."
"NO!!!!!!!!!" Peter cut her off. Even if he liked Rusty, NO ONE was going to sleep in Wendy's bed, unless it was Wendy.
"Don't make her stop," Rusty said. "I like the sound."
"Wait, did you understand her?"
"Yeah! Only an idiot couldn't hear her ringing! It's like a." Rusty thought of a word that he could use "tinkling bell."
Peter smiled. Having this human in Never Land might be fun.