Author's note: I think that this chapter sort of begins the love affair
with Wendy Morgan and Peter Pan. Their relationship grows, as they start to
have more complicated feelings for each other. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE R& R!
I'd really appreciate it!
CHAPTER 11: A GIFT FROM PETER
After breakfast, each child strolled out of the Underground Home, ready for a new day. Slightly and Curly went to Crocodile Cave to see if any crocodile chasing could occur, as Tootles, Nibs, and the twins went to the beach for shell collecting.
That meant that Wendy and Peter had hours to spend by themselves. Wendy smiled at Peter, noticing on how much he looked at her, counting this gaze to be the seventeenth one since the boys had left. Wendy sat in her rocking chair feeling uncomfortable as she began to sketch.
Peter was sitting on the floor at Wendy's feet, sharpening his knife. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the graceful girl pose delicately, focused on her work. Occasionally, Peter looked up and peered at her closed, tender lips. She seemed that light was coming out of her, like a beacon or angel. He could picture her sprout wings and a halo. Sighing, Peter smiled as the essence of Wendy's scent (violet and spring) crept around him. Wendy looked down at him, and made a small laugh, smiling with bright eyes back at him. Peter felt embarrassed and quickly looked back down to his creation.
Under the knife, there was a small, wooden box that was handcrafted with hard work and effort. It had been polished, smoothed, and cut with delicacy. In the center of the box-top, there was an elaborate design of swirling lines with two letters hidden in them, clear enough to see, yet also a piece of art. The two letters were P, and W.
"Peter?" Wendy asked warmly. Peter looked up, hiding the box behind him. Wendy stood up, as did Peter. Peter looked down at her bright face, and put his finger on her cheek tenderly. Wendy blushed.
"I would like to give you something." Peter said rather seriously. Wendy looked with a solemn face at Peter as he took her hand in his, then led it to his box. He revealed the box, and Wendy smiled eyes wide, with delight.
"It's beautiful." Wendy sighed, opening the top. Inside the box, there was a pink pearl necklace, which Peter had gotten from the bottom of the Lagoon on one of his earlier journeys.
"I found them myself." He smiled, walking behind her with the sparkling necklace and fastening it round her neck. Wendy looked down at it, holding it up as close as she could to her face. Peter parted the hair away from Wendy's ear and put his mouth close to it. "This is yours, and always will be..." Peter whispered. Tears rolled down Wendy's cheeks as she turned around to Peter, clasping hands with him.
"Oh Peter." She wailed through her sobs. Peter looked confused and a bit worried.
"Why are you crying?" He asked anxiously. Wendy smiled, looking up into those green eyes of his.
"I'm not crying of sadness..." she murmured. "These are tears of... joy. Tears of joy about your thoughtfulness." Wendy gave a small hug to Peter, and Peter blushed, smiling as Wendy departed from the room, leaving him stunned with the sense of first true love. Wendy now had not one but TWO "kisses" from him. He ran into his room and played his panpipe gleefully. Wendy heard the happy sound, and laughed to herself, rubbing her two necklaces.
CHAPTER 11: A GIFT FROM PETER
After breakfast, each child strolled out of the Underground Home, ready for a new day. Slightly and Curly went to Crocodile Cave to see if any crocodile chasing could occur, as Tootles, Nibs, and the twins went to the beach for shell collecting.
That meant that Wendy and Peter had hours to spend by themselves. Wendy smiled at Peter, noticing on how much he looked at her, counting this gaze to be the seventeenth one since the boys had left. Wendy sat in her rocking chair feeling uncomfortable as she began to sketch.
Peter was sitting on the floor at Wendy's feet, sharpening his knife. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the graceful girl pose delicately, focused on her work. Occasionally, Peter looked up and peered at her closed, tender lips. She seemed that light was coming out of her, like a beacon or angel. He could picture her sprout wings and a halo. Sighing, Peter smiled as the essence of Wendy's scent (violet and spring) crept around him. Wendy looked down at him, and made a small laugh, smiling with bright eyes back at him. Peter felt embarrassed and quickly looked back down to his creation.
Under the knife, there was a small, wooden box that was handcrafted with hard work and effort. It had been polished, smoothed, and cut with delicacy. In the center of the box-top, there was an elaborate design of swirling lines with two letters hidden in them, clear enough to see, yet also a piece of art. The two letters were P, and W.
"Peter?" Wendy asked warmly. Peter looked up, hiding the box behind him. Wendy stood up, as did Peter. Peter looked down at her bright face, and put his finger on her cheek tenderly. Wendy blushed.
"I would like to give you something." Peter said rather seriously. Wendy looked with a solemn face at Peter as he took her hand in his, then led it to his box. He revealed the box, and Wendy smiled eyes wide, with delight.
"It's beautiful." Wendy sighed, opening the top. Inside the box, there was a pink pearl necklace, which Peter had gotten from the bottom of the Lagoon on one of his earlier journeys.
"I found them myself." He smiled, walking behind her with the sparkling necklace and fastening it round her neck. Wendy looked down at it, holding it up as close as she could to her face. Peter parted the hair away from Wendy's ear and put his mouth close to it. "This is yours, and always will be..." Peter whispered. Tears rolled down Wendy's cheeks as she turned around to Peter, clasping hands with him.
"Oh Peter." She wailed through her sobs. Peter looked confused and a bit worried.
"Why are you crying?" He asked anxiously. Wendy smiled, looking up into those green eyes of his.
"I'm not crying of sadness..." she murmured. "These are tears of... joy. Tears of joy about your thoughtfulness." Wendy gave a small hug to Peter, and Peter blushed, smiling as Wendy departed from the room, leaving him stunned with the sense of first true love. Wendy now had not one but TWO "kisses" from him. He ran into his room and played his panpipe gleefully. Wendy heard the happy sound, and laughed to herself, rubbing her two necklaces.