Continued:
Wendy ran through the forest. Thoughts ran through her head.
'This isn't the Peter Pan I know...he wouldn't do this to me....would he?'
She ran even further into the forest. Peter flew after her. Her daisy perfume was strong so it was easy for him to follow.
'Why do I have to be so stupid? She's my friend and that's all!'
"Wendy!" Peter called after her.
Wendy heard the call but didn't stop. She ran on and on until her legs gave way. She landed with a thump on the earthy forest floor. She started to whimper.
"Oh, how could you do this to me Peter...I thought I could trust you." She sobbed to herself.
Peter flew on. He nearly gave up searching for the damsel but spotted her on the ground where she fell from weakness from running. Peter was about to go down to her but stopped when he heard her whispers.
"I want to go home...Neverland is not for me..." she continued.
Peter flew into some nearby branches so he could eavesdrop. His expression concerned. Wendy stood up, dirt and leaves covered her nightgown. Her hair wet and sticking to her face from the tears she shred.
"Wendy?" Peter finally spoke.
Wendy turned to see Peter glide down to her. Wendy turned away from him looking at the ground. Peter opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it. There was silence for a while until Wendy spoke.
"Peter why?" Wendy whispered without turning to face him.
"I-I'm not sure Wendy...I guess...I've heard too much from you," Peter began.
Wendy turned to face him this time. Her face screwed up in confusion.
"What?"
Peter swallowed at the sight of her face. She looked at him with utter loathing.
"Uh...you read one night. I listened as always. But this story was very different to the ones you usually read," he placed his hand on his head, running his fingers in his blonde locks.
"What did I say?" Wendy asked, her face smoothing out.
"Uh...stuff," was all that Peter said.
"What stuff?!" Wendy spat out.
"Some word called sex!" Peter's face was red with anger and embarrassment.
"Sex...what night was that?" Wendy asked turning a bit pink.
"Errr...a couple of nights ago...maybe three nights ago,"
"Oh my! That's when my friend Samantha was over!" Wendy looked up at Peter, her eyes wide and her mouth hung open.
"What?"
"Peter...I wasn't reading! I was talking to my girlfriend...about teenage issues...girl talk," Wendy smiled weakly.
"Girl talk...about sex?" Peter didn't understand.
"Yes Peter...it's what girls and some blokes do to entertain one another...it's harmless chit chat,"
"With the other children as well?" Peter's eyes widened, he forgot about the other children that were in the nursery.
"Oh, they were out at a birthday party...it was just me and my friend in the nursery," Wendy blushed a deeper crimson.
"Oh...but the chit chat sounded...interesting...I want to try it!" Peter's eyes were wide with excitement.
"Oh Peter you can't. It's not a thing you do anytime you want...well, in some cases but you need protection?"
"Protection?" Peter's face grew confused again.
"Oh...right...err, there's a thing called protection where I live...it's so the female doesn't fall pregnant," Wendy continued.
"Pregnant...is that what those little people are called?"
"No they're called babies...pregnant is when...oh! Why don't you have parents?!"
"Huh?"
"Never mind!...so you want to try it...well sorry I can't help you there,"
"Why? You're a girl?"
"Yes but I'm not ready yet," Wendy's face was still red. Peter on the other hand didn't stay red at all.
"Do you have to be ready?"
"Yes...I'm not a whore Peter,"
"Whore?" Peter was still confused with that word.
"I don't go and have sex all the time Peter...and the proper name to call sex is making love...that's what my mother told me. It's not foul like another word," Wendy's face turned sour at the thought.
"Oh tell me Wendy...what's the other word?" Peter looked like a non-rejected puppy.
"Oh...forgive me parents...Fuck," Wendy flinched as she said it.
"Fuck?" Peter repeated.
"Shhhh!!! I hate that word I totally loathe that word! Never say it again Peter! It's rude!"
"Oh okay," Peter smiled.
"So to complete this conversation I will say, no Peter I will not make love with you," Wendy turned serious.
"Oh...okay," Peter said, disappointment evident.
There was a moments silence. Wendy smiled.
"Well...lets not waste adventure time standing around...let's go!" Wendy announced grabbing Peter's arm and pulling him along towards the ocean. TinkerBell was not far behind. Her face red with anger at their making up. She couldn't let this go, she had to do something.
To be continued...
Wendy ran through the forest. Thoughts ran through her head.
'This isn't the Peter Pan I know...he wouldn't do this to me....would he?'
She ran even further into the forest. Peter flew after her. Her daisy perfume was strong so it was easy for him to follow.
'Why do I have to be so stupid? She's my friend and that's all!'
"Wendy!" Peter called after her.
Wendy heard the call but didn't stop. She ran on and on until her legs gave way. She landed with a thump on the earthy forest floor. She started to whimper.
"Oh, how could you do this to me Peter...I thought I could trust you." She sobbed to herself.
Peter flew on. He nearly gave up searching for the damsel but spotted her on the ground where she fell from weakness from running. Peter was about to go down to her but stopped when he heard her whispers.
"I want to go home...Neverland is not for me..." she continued.
Peter flew into some nearby branches so he could eavesdrop. His expression concerned. Wendy stood up, dirt and leaves covered her nightgown. Her hair wet and sticking to her face from the tears she shred.
"Wendy?" Peter finally spoke.
Wendy turned to see Peter glide down to her. Wendy turned away from him looking at the ground. Peter opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it. There was silence for a while until Wendy spoke.
"Peter why?" Wendy whispered without turning to face him.
"I-I'm not sure Wendy...I guess...I've heard too much from you," Peter began.
Wendy turned to face him this time. Her face screwed up in confusion.
"What?"
Peter swallowed at the sight of her face. She looked at him with utter loathing.
"Uh...you read one night. I listened as always. But this story was very different to the ones you usually read," he placed his hand on his head, running his fingers in his blonde locks.
"What did I say?" Wendy asked, her face smoothing out.
"Uh...stuff," was all that Peter said.
"What stuff?!" Wendy spat out.
"Some word called sex!" Peter's face was red with anger and embarrassment.
"Sex...what night was that?" Wendy asked turning a bit pink.
"Errr...a couple of nights ago...maybe three nights ago,"
"Oh my! That's when my friend Samantha was over!" Wendy looked up at Peter, her eyes wide and her mouth hung open.
"What?"
"Peter...I wasn't reading! I was talking to my girlfriend...about teenage issues...girl talk," Wendy smiled weakly.
"Girl talk...about sex?" Peter didn't understand.
"Yes Peter...it's what girls and some blokes do to entertain one another...it's harmless chit chat,"
"With the other children as well?" Peter's eyes widened, he forgot about the other children that were in the nursery.
"Oh, they were out at a birthday party...it was just me and my friend in the nursery," Wendy blushed a deeper crimson.
"Oh...but the chit chat sounded...interesting...I want to try it!" Peter's eyes were wide with excitement.
"Oh Peter you can't. It's not a thing you do anytime you want...well, in some cases but you need protection?"
"Protection?" Peter's face grew confused again.
"Oh...right...err, there's a thing called protection where I live...it's so the female doesn't fall pregnant," Wendy continued.
"Pregnant...is that what those little people are called?"
"No they're called babies...pregnant is when...oh! Why don't you have parents?!"
"Huh?"
"Never mind!...so you want to try it...well sorry I can't help you there,"
"Why? You're a girl?"
"Yes but I'm not ready yet," Wendy's face was still red. Peter on the other hand didn't stay red at all.
"Do you have to be ready?"
"Yes...I'm not a whore Peter,"
"Whore?" Peter was still confused with that word.
"I don't go and have sex all the time Peter...and the proper name to call sex is making love...that's what my mother told me. It's not foul like another word," Wendy's face turned sour at the thought.
"Oh tell me Wendy...what's the other word?" Peter looked like a non-rejected puppy.
"Oh...forgive me parents...Fuck," Wendy flinched as she said it.
"Fuck?" Peter repeated.
"Shhhh!!! I hate that word I totally loathe that word! Never say it again Peter! It's rude!"
"Oh okay," Peter smiled.
"So to complete this conversation I will say, no Peter I will not make love with you," Wendy turned serious.
"Oh...okay," Peter said, disappointment evident.
There was a moments silence. Wendy smiled.
"Well...lets not waste adventure time standing around...let's go!" Wendy announced grabbing Peter's arm and pulling him along towards the ocean. TinkerBell was not far behind. Her face red with anger at their making up. She couldn't let this go, she had to do something.
To be continued...