CHAPTER 6: PETER MEETS YET ANOTHER WENDY
"Boy, you can... fly?!" Wendy beamed. The boy glided down to the floor and gave a charming bow. Wendy, in awe, hopped out of her bed and gave a quick curtsey. Slowly she approached the boy with wonder. "What is your name?"
"Peter." The boy had his arms crossed, then awkwardly changed his position to his arms at his hips. "Pan." He pointed to Wendy, who walked closer to him as he backed away.
"Wendy Rose Elizabeth Morgan." She introduced her name proudly.
"Wendy." The boy whispered, remembering that name before. He snapped his eyes to Wendy.
"Yes. I'm Wendy." Wendy laughed, still advancing towards Peter. "Where do you live?" she asked.
Peter flew to the window and pointed to the stars. "Second star to the right, then straight on 'till morning!" He jerked his head around to Wendy, who stepped closer to him.
"What?" she asked.
"Neverland." Peter snapped.
"Oh." Wendy smiled. She ran over to the light switch and turned the overhead light on. Peter looked enchanting to Wendy! "This may seem quite rude of me, Peter, but what are you doing here?" Wendy sat down on the rocking stool, looking at Peter who sat on the floor infront of her. Wendy, feeling awkward, sat on the floor so she could see eye to eye.
"I came here looking for my leaf." Peter said carelessly.
Wendy looked at her chain, and took it off. She showed it to Peter and pointed to the skeleton leaf. "Do you mean this leaf?"
Peter was happy and smiled, seeing that his leaf was round Wendy's neck. "You can keep it." He murmured. Wendy put the chain around her neck once more.
"Thank you." Wendy smiled. Peter stood up, looking down at the still sitting Wendy.
"Where do you live?" Peter asked, looking around the room with caution.
Wendy laughed and stood up. "Don't you know what London is?"
"Yes. I mean..." he pointed to the room, causing Wendy to look at where he was pointing.
"Oh! I live in 223 Kensington Drive. This is my room." Peter remembered the Kensington Gardens, ringing a bell in his mind.
"I used to live in Kensington Gardens." He bragged.
Wendy widened her eyes, smiling. "Really?" Peter nodded. He jumped up on Wendy's bed and bragged some more.
"With the fairies!" he jumped off of the bed, landing near Wendy with grace.
"But, there's no such thing as-"Wendy was interrupted by Peter forcing his hand on her mouth to quiet her.
Peter was looking at her sternly. "Don't, say that." He said forcefully. "Every time someone says, 'there's no such thing as fairies' a fairy drops down somewhere dead." Wendy looked at Peter in horror and Peter let his hand go.
"I'm sorry." She gasped. "I shan't even think that again."
Peter nodded. "It's okay." He started rummaging around Wendy's room. "Tink, my fairy? She's here somewhere." Peter said, forgetting that Tinker Bell was in the dollhouse.
Wendy beamed with excitement. "Peter, you don't mean to tell me that there's a fairy in this room!"
Peter nodded carelessly. "Tink!" he called out. "Tinker Bell!"
Wendy walked over near Peter, and put her hand on his shoulder. "Peter, I want to give you something." Peter looked at her with serious eyes and looked down at her. "I want to give you...a...kiss." Wendy said slowly, her cheeks blushing. Peter extended his hand. Wendy looked at him with confusion, "My you're ignorant."
Peter shook his head calmly. "No," he snapped. "I'm not."
Wendy focused her eyes on Peter's hand. "Don't you know what a kiss is?"
Peter nodded and Wendy leaned in, entirely improperly. Peter handed her an acorn button and put it in hand, which was facing up. Wendy looked at the acorn and smiled. She took it, thinking this a sweet thing to do, yet also awfully ignorant. She put the button on her necklace as a token of thanks.
"I have given you my...kiss." Peter stated, holding out his hand for Wendy to give him a kiss in return.
Wendy smiled and ran to her vanity. She sat on her chair and got out another golden chain, with a gold heart that said W on it. She showed it to Peter, and he sniffed it, not knowing what a necklace is. He smiled, trying to be gracious. Wendy smiled on his ignorance, and went behind him.
"It goes round your neck." Wendy put it round Peter's neck and fastened the lock. Peter looked down at the golden heart, and gave a roguish smile. He held it up to Wendy, who smiled at it, tilting her head.
"Thank you." Peter said.
Wendy sighed at Peter, gazing into his eyes. "You're welcome." Peter gazed back, lost into a never-ending trance , or so it seemed.
Tinker Bell noticed the two children looking at each other slightly smiles. Suddenly, Tinker Bell's face got angry, and gnashed her white tiny, white teeth. You could almost imagine her devil horns and tail popping out of her body. She quickly flew over to Wendy and started to pinch her.
Wendy yelped from pain with the sharp nails of the jealous fairy digging into her skin. Peter yelled, "TINK!" with anger as he flew around Wendy's squirming body, trying to catch Tink. Once he succeeded, Wendy sighed with relief as she flopped on her bed. Peter was holding the pixie with his fist as he led her up to face level. He glared at the tiny fairy. "Tinker Bell," Peter snarled. "One more action such as this and I will make sure that when we arrive home, you'll be as embarrassed as ever to the whole community in both the jungle and the forest. I know secrets about you, Tink." Tinker Bell crossed her arms and glared at Wendy. Peter noticed this. "I mean it, Tinker Bell!" He thrusted the fairy into the air, and Tinker Bell landed on the windowsill, sulking.
"I expected fairies to be...charming." Wendy peeked at Tinker Bell, who was glaring at her. Wendy gasped and looked away quickly. "Peter," Wendy stood up, nearing him. "What is your...mother like?" she asked, not knowing that Peter didn't have a mother.
"Don't have a mother." Peter informed her carelessly. Wendy's happiness turned into a shocked look.
"How dreadful!" She pitied Peter.
Peter shrugged. "Don't care." He walked over to the window, and a clever idea popped into his head. He smiled roguishly at Wendy. "You could be our mother."
Wendy looked confused, yet proud. "Huh?" Peter stepped near her, still having that roguish look to him. "Our mother? But Peter, I can't fly." Her nervous voice said in a small voice.
"Yes. The Lost Boys and I-we so need one. And, we've never been tucked in before. I can teach you how to ride on the wind's back as we make fun of the stars as we try to blow their lights out just as we pass by them!"
"How...do you fly?" Peter smiled and noticed that he had pixie dust dripping off of his right hand. He slowly put his hand under his chin and blew the dust onto Wendy's face. Wendy smiled at the golden dust around her, fading its color. She looked at Peter, who pointed down. Wendy looked down at her feet, and noticed that they were no longer on the comfortable ground. She laughed in excitement, whizzing around the room with Peter holding her just so she won't fall. Once they landed on the ground, Wendy nodded, but still had other questions. "Who are the Lost Boys?" Wendy asked, her voice shaky.
"The Lost Boys? They're my men. They are well named. They all arrived in Neverland by being...you know...lost." Peter broke the look and studied the pictures on the wall, seeing a mother holding a baby, knowing that Wendy was the baby and the mother was of course Wendy's mother.
"How specifically did they get, lost?" Wendy asked, following Peter around the room.
"Boys who fall out of their prams when no one's looking. Particularly their mothers! If they are not claimed in seven days, they are sent to the Neverland. Of course, Neverland pays for the fairs." Peter took out his sword, shining in the light. "Once they get to Neverland, I take over." Peter jumped up on the chair, his sword still in his hands. "They grow to be from seven to twelve, then stop aging."
Wendy squinted her eyes. "Stop...aging?" Peter nodded this time thinking that Wendy turned ignorant.
"You ask the easiest questions." Peter snapped. "Of course, you know what happens in Neverland, don't you?"
Wendy shook her head like a child, wanting to hear more of a bedtime story. "No." She sat down on her bed as Peter ran to turn off the lights. Peter then sat next to her, ready to give the most alluring speech.
"Imagine a world...." Peter said seductively. "Like nothing you've ever seen. Where everyday is an adventure. A world, where you'd never have to grow up, or grow old. Come with me." Peter flew to the window and Wendy followed. He extended a hand to her. "All you have to do, is leave home behind. But you can never come back." He whispered in her ear, "Never."
Wendy's lovely smile grew on her face as she turned her face to Peter. "I'm ready for never."
Two souls but with a single thought
-two hearts that beat as one.
"Boy, you can... fly?!" Wendy beamed. The boy glided down to the floor and gave a charming bow. Wendy, in awe, hopped out of her bed and gave a quick curtsey. Slowly she approached the boy with wonder. "What is your name?"
"Peter." The boy had his arms crossed, then awkwardly changed his position to his arms at his hips. "Pan." He pointed to Wendy, who walked closer to him as he backed away.
"Wendy Rose Elizabeth Morgan." She introduced her name proudly.
"Wendy." The boy whispered, remembering that name before. He snapped his eyes to Wendy.
"Yes. I'm Wendy." Wendy laughed, still advancing towards Peter. "Where do you live?" she asked.
Peter flew to the window and pointed to the stars. "Second star to the right, then straight on 'till morning!" He jerked his head around to Wendy, who stepped closer to him.
"What?" she asked.
"Neverland." Peter snapped.
"Oh." Wendy smiled. She ran over to the light switch and turned the overhead light on. Peter looked enchanting to Wendy! "This may seem quite rude of me, Peter, but what are you doing here?" Wendy sat down on the rocking stool, looking at Peter who sat on the floor infront of her. Wendy, feeling awkward, sat on the floor so she could see eye to eye.
"I came here looking for my leaf." Peter said carelessly.
Wendy looked at her chain, and took it off. She showed it to Peter and pointed to the skeleton leaf. "Do you mean this leaf?"
Peter was happy and smiled, seeing that his leaf was round Wendy's neck. "You can keep it." He murmured. Wendy put the chain around her neck once more.
"Thank you." Wendy smiled. Peter stood up, looking down at the still sitting Wendy.
"Where do you live?" Peter asked, looking around the room with caution.
Wendy laughed and stood up. "Don't you know what London is?"
"Yes. I mean..." he pointed to the room, causing Wendy to look at where he was pointing.
"Oh! I live in 223 Kensington Drive. This is my room." Peter remembered the Kensington Gardens, ringing a bell in his mind.
"I used to live in Kensington Gardens." He bragged.
Wendy widened her eyes, smiling. "Really?" Peter nodded. He jumped up on Wendy's bed and bragged some more.
"With the fairies!" he jumped off of the bed, landing near Wendy with grace.
"But, there's no such thing as-"Wendy was interrupted by Peter forcing his hand on her mouth to quiet her.
Peter was looking at her sternly. "Don't, say that." He said forcefully. "Every time someone says, 'there's no such thing as fairies' a fairy drops down somewhere dead." Wendy looked at Peter in horror and Peter let his hand go.
"I'm sorry." She gasped. "I shan't even think that again."
Peter nodded. "It's okay." He started rummaging around Wendy's room. "Tink, my fairy? She's here somewhere." Peter said, forgetting that Tinker Bell was in the dollhouse.
Wendy beamed with excitement. "Peter, you don't mean to tell me that there's a fairy in this room!"
Peter nodded carelessly. "Tink!" he called out. "Tinker Bell!"
Wendy walked over near Peter, and put her hand on his shoulder. "Peter, I want to give you something." Peter looked at her with serious eyes and looked down at her. "I want to give you...a...kiss." Wendy said slowly, her cheeks blushing. Peter extended his hand. Wendy looked at him with confusion, "My you're ignorant."
Peter shook his head calmly. "No," he snapped. "I'm not."
Wendy focused her eyes on Peter's hand. "Don't you know what a kiss is?"
Peter nodded and Wendy leaned in, entirely improperly. Peter handed her an acorn button and put it in hand, which was facing up. Wendy looked at the acorn and smiled. She took it, thinking this a sweet thing to do, yet also awfully ignorant. She put the button on her necklace as a token of thanks.
"I have given you my...kiss." Peter stated, holding out his hand for Wendy to give him a kiss in return.
Wendy smiled and ran to her vanity. She sat on her chair and got out another golden chain, with a gold heart that said W on it. She showed it to Peter, and he sniffed it, not knowing what a necklace is. He smiled, trying to be gracious. Wendy smiled on his ignorance, and went behind him.
"It goes round your neck." Wendy put it round Peter's neck and fastened the lock. Peter looked down at the golden heart, and gave a roguish smile. He held it up to Wendy, who smiled at it, tilting her head.
"Thank you." Peter said.
Wendy sighed at Peter, gazing into his eyes. "You're welcome." Peter gazed back, lost into a never-ending trance , or so it seemed.
Tinker Bell noticed the two children looking at each other slightly smiles. Suddenly, Tinker Bell's face got angry, and gnashed her white tiny, white teeth. You could almost imagine her devil horns and tail popping out of her body. She quickly flew over to Wendy and started to pinch her.
Wendy yelped from pain with the sharp nails of the jealous fairy digging into her skin. Peter yelled, "TINK!" with anger as he flew around Wendy's squirming body, trying to catch Tink. Once he succeeded, Wendy sighed with relief as she flopped on her bed. Peter was holding the pixie with his fist as he led her up to face level. He glared at the tiny fairy. "Tinker Bell," Peter snarled. "One more action such as this and I will make sure that when we arrive home, you'll be as embarrassed as ever to the whole community in both the jungle and the forest. I know secrets about you, Tink." Tinker Bell crossed her arms and glared at Wendy. Peter noticed this. "I mean it, Tinker Bell!" He thrusted the fairy into the air, and Tinker Bell landed on the windowsill, sulking.
"I expected fairies to be...charming." Wendy peeked at Tinker Bell, who was glaring at her. Wendy gasped and looked away quickly. "Peter," Wendy stood up, nearing him. "What is your...mother like?" she asked, not knowing that Peter didn't have a mother.
"Don't have a mother." Peter informed her carelessly. Wendy's happiness turned into a shocked look.
"How dreadful!" She pitied Peter.
Peter shrugged. "Don't care." He walked over to the window, and a clever idea popped into his head. He smiled roguishly at Wendy. "You could be our mother."
Wendy looked confused, yet proud. "Huh?" Peter stepped near her, still having that roguish look to him. "Our mother? But Peter, I can't fly." Her nervous voice said in a small voice.
"Yes. The Lost Boys and I-we so need one. And, we've never been tucked in before. I can teach you how to ride on the wind's back as we make fun of the stars as we try to blow their lights out just as we pass by them!"
"How...do you fly?" Peter smiled and noticed that he had pixie dust dripping off of his right hand. He slowly put his hand under his chin and blew the dust onto Wendy's face. Wendy smiled at the golden dust around her, fading its color. She looked at Peter, who pointed down. Wendy looked down at her feet, and noticed that they were no longer on the comfortable ground. She laughed in excitement, whizzing around the room with Peter holding her just so she won't fall. Once they landed on the ground, Wendy nodded, but still had other questions. "Who are the Lost Boys?" Wendy asked, her voice shaky.
"The Lost Boys? They're my men. They are well named. They all arrived in Neverland by being...you know...lost." Peter broke the look and studied the pictures on the wall, seeing a mother holding a baby, knowing that Wendy was the baby and the mother was of course Wendy's mother.
"How specifically did they get, lost?" Wendy asked, following Peter around the room.
"Boys who fall out of their prams when no one's looking. Particularly their mothers! If they are not claimed in seven days, they are sent to the Neverland. Of course, Neverland pays for the fairs." Peter took out his sword, shining in the light. "Once they get to Neverland, I take over." Peter jumped up on the chair, his sword still in his hands. "They grow to be from seven to twelve, then stop aging."
Wendy squinted her eyes. "Stop...aging?" Peter nodded this time thinking that Wendy turned ignorant.
"You ask the easiest questions." Peter snapped. "Of course, you know what happens in Neverland, don't you?"
Wendy shook her head like a child, wanting to hear more of a bedtime story. "No." She sat down on her bed as Peter ran to turn off the lights. Peter then sat next to her, ready to give the most alluring speech.
"Imagine a world...." Peter said seductively. "Like nothing you've ever seen. Where everyday is an adventure. A world, where you'd never have to grow up, or grow old. Come with me." Peter flew to the window and Wendy followed. He extended a hand to her. "All you have to do, is leave home behind. But you can never come back." He whispered in her ear, "Never."
Wendy's lovely smile grew on her face as she turned her face to Peter. "I'm ready for never."
Two souls but with a single thought
-two hearts that beat as one.