Disclaimer for the whole story: Not mine, though Jeremy is absolutely hot and I wish he was...lol j/k j/k
A/N: This takes place after Peter Pan 2003 in America (because, being a Yankee myself, I don't know much about England...so it would be best if I stuck to places I knew lol). I don't have a set time period really, but women still wore dresses, etc. very Victorian-ish...lol. Also, anyone who was reading m outsiders fic, I will try and keep up on both, but I just saw peter pan 2003 for the fourth time and was completely inspired! lol
It had been a little over a year and a half since the brown haired girl had seen her Peter, but she told his stories, certain he had forgotten about her, but she would never forget him. He was the one who found her hidden kiss...
Wendy had escaped England by moving to America with her Aunt Millicent and Slightly. Her Aunt thought that studying abroad would help her find a good man to be her husband, and also educate her in the ways of the world.
She sat in the school courtyard, surrounded by the children of the younger grades, relating the story avidly. The intent look in their eyes reminded her of the look in the pirates eyes when she told them stories on the Jolly Roger. The memories, though painful, brought joy.
"All Children grow up..." Wendy said, pausing dramatically before finishing her story, "except one." The crowd of children gathered around her erupted into applause causing her to smile. She tucked a dusty brown curl behind her ear, blissfully unaware of the two blue eyes watching her from up in a tree.
-Perhaps...- the figure thought to himself, -Perhaps she ought to change the ending to my story...-