A/N: Here goes chap 1! Have fun! And any suggestions will be great!
"Wendy! WENDY!" Alice called after the retreating form of the girl.
Wendy swung around and smiled at her newest and best friend since she had moved here. "Hello Alice! What's got you all excited?"
"There's a new boy in town! All of the girls think he's real handsome..." Alice said, nudging Wendy with her elbow.
Alice had been trying to get Wendy to start showing an interest in something besides her stories, especially boys. Everyone thought it just wasn't right that she had had no boys coming to call on her. Well that was a lie. They were coming to call on her, but she never received them. No one knew why. Everyone supposed she was too busy hiding in her room, writing those novels she had told everyone so much about. And at night, her light could be seen on, but she was out on the small adjoining balcony of her room, staring at the same little patch of sky, jotting something down on her pad of paper, then looking up again. Several people could have sworn they saw tears trekking down her face, but no one could ever prove it. Wendy was an enigma to all of them.
"That's nice..." Wendy said absentmindedly.
"Blondish hair, blue eyes..." Alice continued.
"Look Alice. I don't care."
"He's the picture of boyish innocence. It makes you wonder what he is hiding..." Alice continued with a slight chuckle.
Alice was a year older than Wendy and had much more knowledge about such things as sex and marriage than Wendy, but Wendy knew by Alice's tone of voice what she meant.
"Alice, watch what you say. It's most unladylike!"
Alice laughed, "Dear me I do believe I have corrupted Wendy Darling! She understands the innuendos!"
Wendy sighed. "Goodbye Alice." She said, turning down her street, letting Alice continue her way home by herself.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, innocence. It was all too much. Wendy did all she could to keep from crying. Never before had her memories haunted her like this. Peter Pan. The boy who never grew up. The boy who she would probably never see again. The boy she had given her whole heart to, and never got it back, and she knew she never would.
"Excuse me m'lady," a voice said from behind her, jarring her from her daze, "But might I ask you where the Darling residence is?" he asked.
Wendy turned to see a man, about her own age by looks, and by the description Alice gave her, the new boy in town.
"It happens to be that blue one down the road." She replied coolly.
"Might you be headed there yourself?" He asked, an oh-so-familiar mischievous smile curling on his lips.
"Yes I am. Please, join me." She said with a polite smile.
Yes he looked familiar...probably an acquaintance from England.
They chatted about nothing until they reached the house. Wendy opened the door, "Aunt Millicent! I'm home! I've brought a guest!" She announced, letting the boy pass her.
She heard her aunt and Slightly conversing at the top of the stairs, then saw her cousin come bounding down the stairs, pausing halfway, a stricken look on his face.
A smile crept onto the face of the mysterious visitor, "Slightly, stop gawking."
Wendy opened her mouth to say something, and then turned to the beaming guest; not noticing as Slightly ran to hug the guest. "Peter! You...you grew up!" her cousin said in awe.
"What is your name?" Wendy asked accusingly.
"Well what is yours?" He replied, smiling all the wider.
"Wendy Moire Angela Darling."
"Peter...Pan." He replied in the same tone he had used when he first met her.
"P...P...Peter?"
"Wendy! WENDY!" Alice called after the retreating form of the girl.
Wendy swung around and smiled at her newest and best friend since she had moved here. "Hello Alice! What's got you all excited?"
"There's a new boy in town! All of the girls think he's real handsome..." Alice said, nudging Wendy with her elbow.
Alice had been trying to get Wendy to start showing an interest in something besides her stories, especially boys. Everyone thought it just wasn't right that she had had no boys coming to call on her. Well that was a lie. They were coming to call on her, but she never received them. No one knew why. Everyone supposed she was too busy hiding in her room, writing those novels she had told everyone so much about. And at night, her light could be seen on, but she was out on the small adjoining balcony of her room, staring at the same little patch of sky, jotting something down on her pad of paper, then looking up again. Several people could have sworn they saw tears trekking down her face, but no one could ever prove it. Wendy was an enigma to all of them.
"That's nice..." Wendy said absentmindedly.
"Blondish hair, blue eyes..." Alice continued.
"Look Alice. I don't care."
"He's the picture of boyish innocence. It makes you wonder what he is hiding..." Alice continued with a slight chuckle.
Alice was a year older than Wendy and had much more knowledge about such things as sex and marriage than Wendy, but Wendy knew by Alice's tone of voice what she meant.
"Alice, watch what you say. It's most unladylike!"
Alice laughed, "Dear me I do believe I have corrupted Wendy Darling! She understands the innuendos!"
Wendy sighed. "Goodbye Alice." She said, turning down her street, letting Alice continue her way home by herself.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, innocence. It was all too much. Wendy did all she could to keep from crying. Never before had her memories haunted her like this. Peter Pan. The boy who never grew up. The boy who she would probably never see again. The boy she had given her whole heart to, and never got it back, and she knew she never would.
"Excuse me m'lady," a voice said from behind her, jarring her from her daze, "But might I ask you where the Darling residence is?" he asked.
Wendy turned to see a man, about her own age by looks, and by the description Alice gave her, the new boy in town.
"It happens to be that blue one down the road." She replied coolly.
"Might you be headed there yourself?" He asked, an oh-so-familiar mischievous smile curling on his lips.
"Yes I am. Please, join me." She said with a polite smile.
Yes he looked familiar...probably an acquaintance from England.
They chatted about nothing until they reached the house. Wendy opened the door, "Aunt Millicent! I'm home! I've brought a guest!" She announced, letting the boy pass her.
She heard her aunt and Slightly conversing at the top of the stairs, then saw her cousin come bounding down the stairs, pausing halfway, a stricken look on his face.
A smile crept onto the face of the mysterious visitor, "Slightly, stop gawking."
Wendy opened her mouth to say something, and then turned to the beaming guest; not noticing as Slightly ran to hug the guest. "Peter! You...you grew up!" her cousin said in awe.
"What is your name?" Wendy asked accusingly.
"Well what is yours?" He replied, smiling all the wider.
"Wendy Moire Angela Darling."
"Peter...Pan." He replied in the same tone he had used when he first met her.
"P...P...Peter?"