Yo, Yo, Yo, Samsam in the shiz-house!!!!!!
HEEHEE
NEWAY....
Yea, I'm back, and it's a good thing too, because- because- because I said so, alright?
SUMMARY: PETER HAS COME BACK FOR WENDY UNDER A DIFFERENT NAME. WILL THINGS SPARK UP OR WILL THE "CINDER" DIE DOWN?
RATING: STILL PG, SORRY DUDES AND DUDETTES
DISCLAIMER: THE ONLY CHARACTERS THAT I OWN IN THIS STORY ARE MR. AND MRS. LE FLEUR.
HOTTIE #1- WOW, GLAD TO KNOW SOMEONE IS SO ENTHUSIASTIC.
MELLEM- I'M GLAD THAT YOU LIKE MY STORY, HEEHEE. (EVEN THOUGH I THINK IT SUCKS, BUT WHO AM I TO JUDGE? I'M JUST POOR BOY, NOBODY LOVES ME, I'M JUST A POOR BOY FROM A POOR FAMILY, SPARING MY LIFE FROM THIS MONSTROSITY.)
LIZZIE15- I HOPE THAT READING MY STORY WILL GET YOU TO READ SOME OTHER PETER PAN STORIES. MY BRAVE WENDY IS A GOOD ONE.
CLARA- I REALLY HOPE THAT THE CINDER DOESN'T DIE OUT TOO. I HAVEN'T DECIDED YET. OH YEA, BY THE WAY, THE REASON I PUT CINDER IN PARENTHESES WAS BECAUSE, LIKE, YOU KNOW, CINDERELLA WAS THE LOST BOYS' FAVORITE FAIRY TALE SO, YEA.
CINDY- I'M GLAD YOU DON'T THINK THAT THE CLOUD STUFF WAS TOTALLY LAME, LOL.
ANGELIC PIRATE- I LOVE YOUR NAME!!!
Chapter 3
"Peter? I now that we have had a great time, but we really need to go back," I said softly.
He looked- well, awfully disappointed... and extremely cute.
"Well- alright," he said, as if it had taken all of his strength just to say those three words. We started walking.
Walking?
Why are we walking?
"Erm... Peter?" we kept walking.
"Yea?" Still walking.
"Why are we" suddenly, I fell off a cliff. "WALKING?!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! "
Then, he swept me up; this time, the only place he was holding me was under my stomach, so I was in a superman position. (Or, if I was standing up, a Kate Winslet on the edge of the Titanic position.)
We were flying and he turned me over so he was only holding my back, and we stared and smiled at each other. Suddenly, he wrapped his legs around mine to help me stay up, and he snatched something out of the air. I looked up at him, puzzled. He lightly opened his hand and sifted golden powder up and down my body, and then he let go.
We flew the rest of the way home; sometimes Peter chased me, sometimes he would hide and then jump out at me, and if he saw me shiver, he would pull me close to him.
Finally, we got home, and I walked lightly onto my window sill, and was surprised that Peter was still following me.
I glanced over at Michael's cuckoo clock. It was 3:58 AM. I had been gone almost seven hours!
I was in front of the clock, and I turned around, and there was Peter, and I jumped. I had almost forgotten that he was there. He smiled and brushed the hair that I had on my shoulder behind my back. My heart was beating very fast, and he was leaning closer to me. I closed my eyes as I felt the heat of his face radiate off of mine. And then-
CUCKOO! CUCKOO! CUCKOO! CUCKOO!
Peter and I jumped apart. Blasted clock, I thought to myself. Peter himself was so upset he practically looked as if he was going to cry!
"Darn clock!" he said, frowning.
"Peter," I said reluctantly. "You should probably go."
He looked slightly hurt, and I felt horrible. I walked him over to the window.
"Goodbye, Peter."
He smiled a weak smile, turned to go, then did something very much unexpected. He turned around, smiled, and hurriedly put his lips to mine, and leapt out of the window.
Even though his lips had not been on mine or more than a second, it was the most wonderful feeling. In fact, there was only one time that I had felt better.
When I had kissed him.
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"Wendy?! What do you think you are doing?"
I woke up abruptly. I was lying on my window seat, and the window was still open. John and Michael were standing by the bedroom door with their overnight bags that they had brought with them to the Luccetti's.
"Why are you sleeping on the window, Wendy?" asked Michael. Michael was now six, and John was going to be thirteen in June. John was the one who had spoken first.
"Well, come," said John. "The new neighbors are over for breakfast. There son is really excellent, and he is fifteen! His name is Pierre!"
I looked hard at them. Was this some sort of a joke? Did they not know who he was? How could they not?
"But- it is Peter Pan!"
"I told you so! I told you that he looks like Peter Pan!" said Michael.
"No, he IS Peter Pan!" I said again.
"Oh, Wendy, do stop fibbing, do not let Michael on so easily, he is old enough to know-
"Oh, do you two not remember?!" I asked angrily.
"Remember what, Wendy?" asked Michael.
"Do you not remember how the Lost Boys came to us?" I asked desperately.
"Why, Mum and Dad adopted them," said John slowly.
"No, they are the Lost Boys, and so is Slightly!" I said, now becoming very frustrated.
"What? Oh, you mean Sammy?"
"No! Slightly! Sammy's name USED to be Slightly!" I burst into tears. How could they not remember?
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I know, I know, it's short, but at least there was a little bonus!
Okay, this time, I want just four reviews, and from then on, I want five for every chapter.
SIANARA!! (sp?)
Ps- all of the lost boys will have new names that you will find out in the next chapter. Oh, and also, just in case some people do not realize it, PTRNWND is supposed to be like Peter and Wendy. A friend of mine (me16) gave me the idea for that, and she wants that 2 b her license plate, lol.
HEEHEE
NEWAY....
Yea, I'm back, and it's a good thing too, because- because- because I said so, alright?
SUMMARY: PETER HAS COME BACK FOR WENDY UNDER A DIFFERENT NAME. WILL THINGS SPARK UP OR WILL THE "CINDER" DIE DOWN?
RATING: STILL PG, SORRY DUDES AND DUDETTES
DISCLAIMER: THE ONLY CHARACTERS THAT I OWN IN THIS STORY ARE MR. AND MRS. LE FLEUR.
HOTTIE #1- WOW, GLAD TO KNOW SOMEONE IS SO ENTHUSIASTIC.
MELLEM- I'M GLAD THAT YOU LIKE MY STORY, HEEHEE. (EVEN THOUGH I THINK IT SUCKS, BUT WHO AM I TO JUDGE? I'M JUST POOR BOY, NOBODY LOVES ME, I'M JUST A POOR BOY FROM A POOR FAMILY, SPARING MY LIFE FROM THIS MONSTROSITY.)
LIZZIE15- I HOPE THAT READING MY STORY WILL GET YOU TO READ SOME OTHER PETER PAN STORIES. MY BRAVE WENDY IS A GOOD ONE.
CLARA- I REALLY HOPE THAT THE CINDER DOESN'T DIE OUT TOO. I HAVEN'T DECIDED YET. OH YEA, BY THE WAY, THE REASON I PUT CINDER IN PARENTHESES WAS BECAUSE, LIKE, YOU KNOW, CINDERELLA WAS THE LOST BOYS' FAVORITE FAIRY TALE SO, YEA.
CINDY- I'M GLAD YOU DON'T THINK THAT THE CLOUD STUFF WAS TOTALLY LAME, LOL.
ANGELIC PIRATE- I LOVE YOUR NAME!!!
Chapter 3
"Peter? I now that we have had a great time, but we really need to go back," I said softly.
He looked- well, awfully disappointed... and extremely cute.
"Well- alright," he said, as if it had taken all of his strength just to say those three words. We started walking.
Walking?
Why are we walking?
"Erm... Peter?" we kept walking.
"Yea?" Still walking.
"Why are we" suddenly, I fell off a cliff. "WALKING?!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! "
Then, he swept me up; this time, the only place he was holding me was under my stomach, so I was in a superman position. (Or, if I was standing up, a Kate Winslet on the edge of the Titanic position.)
We were flying and he turned me over so he was only holding my back, and we stared and smiled at each other. Suddenly, he wrapped his legs around mine to help me stay up, and he snatched something out of the air. I looked up at him, puzzled. He lightly opened his hand and sifted golden powder up and down my body, and then he let go.
We flew the rest of the way home; sometimes Peter chased me, sometimes he would hide and then jump out at me, and if he saw me shiver, he would pull me close to him.
Finally, we got home, and I walked lightly onto my window sill, and was surprised that Peter was still following me.
I glanced over at Michael's cuckoo clock. It was 3:58 AM. I had been gone almost seven hours!
I was in front of the clock, and I turned around, and there was Peter, and I jumped. I had almost forgotten that he was there. He smiled and brushed the hair that I had on my shoulder behind my back. My heart was beating very fast, and he was leaning closer to me. I closed my eyes as I felt the heat of his face radiate off of mine. And then-
CUCKOO! CUCKOO! CUCKOO! CUCKOO!
Peter and I jumped apart. Blasted clock, I thought to myself. Peter himself was so upset he practically looked as if he was going to cry!
"Darn clock!" he said, frowning.
"Peter," I said reluctantly. "You should probably go."
He looked slightly hurt, and I felt horrible. I walked him over to the window.
"Goodbye, Peter."
He smiled a weak smile, turned to go, then did something very much unexpected. He turned around, smiled, and hurriedly put his lips to mine, and leapt out of the window.
Even though his lips had not been on mine or more than a second, it was the most wonderful feeling. In fact, there was only one time that I had felt better.
When I had kissed him.
@#!$^*(*&%%$@$^*)&%%$@#!@%^&^*(*(%^&%#@~%@$^&^**(
"Wendy?! What do you think you are doing?"
I woke up abruptly. I was lying on my window seat, and the window was still open. John and Michael were standing by the bedroom door with their overnight bags that they had brought with them to the Luccetti's.
"Why are you sleeping on the window, Wendy?" asked Michael. Michael was now six, and John was going to be thirteen in June. John was the one who had spoken first.
"Well, come," said John. "The new neighbors are over for breakfast. There son is really excellent, and he is fifteen! His name is Pierre!"
I looked hard at them. Was this some sort of a joke? Did they not know who he was? How could they not?
"But- it is Peter Pan!"
"I told you so! I told you that he looks like Peter Pan!" said Michael.
"No, he IS Peter Pan!" I said again.
"Oh, Wendy, do stop fibbing, do not let Michael on so easily, he is old enough to know-
"Oh, do you two not remember?!" I asked angrily.
"Remember what, Wendy?" asked Michael.
"Do you not remember how the Lost Boys came to us?" I asked desperately.
"Why, Mum and Dad adopted them," said John slowly.
"No, they are the Lost Boys, and so is Slightly!" I said, now becoming very frustrated.
"What? Oh, you mean Sammy?"
"No! Slightly! Sammy's name USED to be Slightly!" I burst into tears. How could they not remember?
!##^&(*@#$@&^^**)*(&^%$@$@^%^*^*^%$$@
I know, I know, it's short, but at least there was a little bonus!
Okay, this time, I want just four reviews, and from then on, I want five for every chapter.
SIANARA!! (sp?)
Ps- all of the lost boys will have new names that you will find out in the next chapter. Oh, and also, just in case some people do not realize it, PTRNWND is supposed to be like Peter and Wendy. A friend of mine (me16) gave me the idea for that, and she wants that 2 b her license plate, lol.