CHAPTER 17: "I AM LOVED!"
To be sure, Peter and Wendy didn't arrive back in the Underground Home that night. Instead, they strolled around Fairy Forest some more, talking about feelings and kissing every now and then.
"Maybe they ran away from us." Curly groaned, his head resting on his hands.
"Who knows." Tootles said gloomily. Looking at the ground.
"Maybe they forgot about us." Slightly sighed, his arms crossed and his head pointed down.
"Uh huh." The twins wailed.
"All we know is, they didn't bring us." Nibs moaned. They all were in a slump, doing nothing at all, waiting in the same position for days.
When Peter and Wendy arrived in the room, the tribe's mood changed dramatically.
"Peter! Wendy! We missed you!" The Lost Boys had stopped calling Peter and Wendy mother and father for some odd reason.
"We were gone for a while, boys." Peter said kindly. "Sorry."
"That's fine, Peter." Slightly laughed. "We were just going owl hunting now! Weren't we, boys?" Slightly asked, a bit panicked.
"Yes." Each Lost Boy responded.
"And we thought, maybe you could come?"
"I need to do some things here." Peter laughed, eyeing Wendy. Wendy nodded, blushing. The boys shrugged and grabbed their bows and arrows.
"We'll be seeing you!" Tootles called merrily, hiking up his tree. The other boys waved as they disappeared up the tunnels.
Wendy, wondering why they hadn't called her mother, sat down on her chair with her arms placed on her nightgown. Peter started to play his panpipe once more, darkly smiling at Wendy. Wendy admired him, he could tell. At last, he had a new Wendy, a Wendy that would never leave him.
"Peter...." Wendy sighed. Peter stopped playing and looked down at her lips, advancing toward her. His gaze couldn't leave it, ever. "When you 'thimbled' me earlier, I felt magic." Peter got out the fairy dust. "No Peter, not that magic." Wendy laughed. Peter grabbed a chair and sat infront of her, eyeing her like never before. "And, I wanted to do it again." Wendy whispered, drawing her face near Peter. "I want to do it again." Wendy still whispered with her statement. Peter put his hand to her cheek and closed his eyes. Wendy closed her eyes, her lips drawing near Peter again. Wendy drew her hand to Peter's neck, then ran her other hand through his messy hair. Peter stopped kissing Wendy and embraced her, hugging her close. Silent moans from Wendy created complete surrender from her. She was his. Wendy let loose and was now only claimed to Peter. Peter knew it, as did Wendy. "We need to talk." Peter ordered. "Yes Peter?" Wendy replied as she stepped behind the bearskin curtain that blocked the doorway. Peter followed her, and motioned to her to sit on his bed while he sat on his chair. He played his pipe and watched her as well. After about two minutes of playing, he stopped.
"Where you live," Peter pondered. "how do mothers and fathers act?"
"Well," this question was hard to answer for Wendy. ", they act the same way you and I do." Peter's head snapped to her.
"You mean, we can-"
"Yes." Wendy blushed, looking at the floor. "They do that privately, but it is created by love, or interconnection."
"What's this love you talk of?" Peter tossed a ball made of leafs into the air, then caught it, doing the action over and over again.
"But that's not a mother and father thing." Peter retorted.
"But it is what drives them together." Wendy added with a sorrowful tone to her voice.
"So, this...love." Peter whispered. "What else can it bring?"
"Friends..." Wendy started, standing up and walking over to Peter's chair. "Acquaintances..."
Peter stood up, seeing that Wendy was advancing to him. He walked backwards, hitting the wall with his back. Wendy still walked to him, slowly.
"And?" Peter whispered.
"Happiness..."Wendy whispered, stopping her movement. Peter and Wendy were looking at each other only inches apart. Their faces were very serious.
"Love isn't that bad, is it?" Peter asked. Wendy shook her head.
"It's the best thing that you can ever have."
"Wendy...."
"Yes?" Wendy shuddered.
"Is this what love does to people? Makes us nervous?"
"It makes you very nervous, but it's a good thing."
"Do you feel love?"
Wendy paused, at the urge of being sad, yet also being so serious. "Yes." She said in her small voice. She was shaking terribly.
You do more than touch me,
You reach me.
You not only look at me,
You see me.
You know who I really am
Not only outside but within.
You not only hear me,
You listen.
"I am loved." He whispered, a dashing smile growing on his face. Wendy walked to him, clasping his hand. "I am loved." Peter said a little louder. "I am loved!" Each time Peter got louder, with more passionate expression mixed with happiness. "I am loved!" he yelled. "I am loved!" he cried. Peter grabbed Wendy and flew out of the home. "I AM LOVED!" Peter cried, making Neverland shiver and quake. He yelled this one more time, extremely loud. "I...AM...LOVED!"
Hook sprang out of his bed, being alarmed by the noise. He ran to the deck with his nightshirt on, also seeing the other crew, equally astounded. He could tell that Peter had been kissed, hearing the joy sound in his voice. "She admits that she loves him." Hook whispered, a fury becoming a new. "A simple kiss goes far."
"A thimble, sir."
Hook looked at Starkey with confusion. "Thimble?" he hissed, downright confused. "That is it, Mr. Starkey! Tomorrow, we shall get Wendy!"
Tinker Bell was at the Fairy Forest and heard Peter's shout. Her eyes filled with water and her smile faded. Quickly, she flew to her tree and sobbed in her pillow.
At the native camp, Tigerlilly and the others heard Peter's cry as well. Tigerlilly froze in her position, knowing what "I am loved means" in English. Her face became sad and alone. Poor Tigerlilly, poor Tinker Bell, or poor, HOOK? I feel sorry for each one of them, even the villain in our dear story. It may seem strange of me, but I have too deep of a heart to not notice when one longs for a family member.
He wanted to shout it out to the world! Since Peter forgot things rather easily, he never remembered being loved by someone before. Even Wendy Darling didn't admit that she loved him! This, was a very special day to the boy who can't grow up.
To be sure, Peter and Wendy didn't arrive back in the Underground Home that night. Instead, they strolled around Fairy Forest some more, talking about feelings and kissing every now and then.
"Maybe they ran away from us." Curly groaned, his head resting on his hands.
"Who knows." Tootles said gloomily. Looking at the ground.
"Maybe they forgot about us." Slightly sighed, his arms crossed and his head pointed down.
"Uh huh." The twins wailed.
"All we know is, they didn't bring us." Nibs moaned. They all were in a slump, doing nothing at all, waiting in the same position for days.
When Peter and Wendy arrived in the room, the tribe's mood changed dramatically.
"Peter! Wendy! We missed you!" The Lost Boys had stopped calling Peter and Wendy mother and father for some odd reason.
"We were gone for a while, boys." Peter said kindly. "Sorry."
"That's fine, Peter." Slightly laughed. "We were just going owl hunting now! Weren't we, boys?" Slightly asked, a bit panicked.
"Yes." Each Lost Boy responded.
"And we thought, maybe you could come?"
"I need to do some things here." Peter laughed, eyeing Wendy. Wendy nodded, blushing. The boys shrugged and grabbed their bows and arrows.
"We'll be seeing you!" Tootles called merrily, hiking up his tree. The other boys waved as they disappeared up the tunnels.
Wendy, wondering why they hadn't called her mother, sat down on her chair with her arms placed on her nightgown. Peter started to play his panpipe once more, darkly smiling at Wendy. Wendy admired him, he could tell. At last, he had a new Wendy, a Wendy that would never leave him.
"Peter...." Wendy sighed. Peter stopped playing and looked down at her lips, advancing toward her. His gaze couldn't leave it, ever. "When you 'thimbled' me earlier, I felt magic." Peter got out the fairy dust. "No Peter, not that magic." Wendy laughed. Peter grabbed a chair and sat infront of her, eyeing her like never before. "And, I wanted to do it again." Wendy whispered, drawing her face near Peter. "I want to do it again." Wendy still whispered with her statement. Peter put his hand to her cheek and closed his eyes. Wendy closed her eyes, her lips drawing near Peter again. Wendy drew her hand to Peter's neck, then ran her other hand through his messy hair. Peter stopped kissing Wendy and embraced her, hugging her close. Silent moans from Wendy created complete surrender from her. She was his. Wendy let loose and was now only claimed to Peter. Peter knew it, as did Wendy. "We need to talk." Peter ordered. "Yes Peter?" Wendy replied as she stepped behind the bearskin curtain that blocked the doorway. Peter followed her, and motioned to her to sit on his bed while he sat on his chair. He played his pipe and watched her as well. After about two minutes of playing, he stopped.
"Where you live," Peter pondered. "how do mothers and fathers act?"
"Well," this question was hard to answer for Wendy. ", they act the same way you and I do." Peter's head snapped to her.
"You mean, we can-"
"Yes." Wendy blushed, looking at the floor. "They do that privately, but it is created by love, or interconnection."
"What's this love you talk of?" Peter tossed a ball made of leafs into the air, then caught it, doing the action over and over again.
"But that's not a mother and father thing." Peter retorted.
"But it is what drives them together." Wendy added with a sorrowful tone to her voice.
"So, this...love." Peter whispered. "What else can it bring?"
"Friends..." Wendy started, standing up and walking over to Peter's chair. "Acquaintances..."
Peter stood up, seeing that Wendy was advancing to him. He walked backwards, hitting the wall with his back. Wendy still walked to him, slowly.
"And?" Peter whispered.
"Happiness..."Wendy whispered, stopping her movement. Peter and Wendy were looking at each other only inches apart. Their faces were very serious.
"Love isn't that bad, is it?" Peter asked. Wendy shook her head.
"It's the best thing that you can ever have."
"Wendy...."
"Yes?" Wendy shuddered.
"Is this what love does to people? Makes us nervous?"
"It makes you very nervous, but it's a good thing."
"Do you feel love?"
Wendy paused, at the urge of being sad, yet also being so serious. "Yes." She said in her small voice. She was shaking terribly.
You do more than touch me,
You reach me.
You not only look at me,
You see me.
You know who I really am
Not only outside but within.
You not only hear me,
You listen.
"I am loved." He whispered, a dashing smile growing on his face. Wendy walked to him, clasping his hand. "I am loved." Peter said a little louder. "I am loved!" Each time Peter got louder, with more passionate expression mixed with happiness. "I am loved!" he yelled. "I am loved!" he cried. Peter grabbed Wendy and flew out of the home. "I AM LOVED!" Peter cried, making Neverland shiver and quake. He yelled this one more time, extremely loud. "I...AM...LOVED!"
Hook sprang out of his bed, being alarmed by the noise. He ran to the deck with his nightshirt on, also seeing the other crew, equally astounded. He could tell that Peter had been kissed, hearing the joy sound in his voice. "She admits that she loves him." Hook whispered, a fury becoming a new. "A simple kiss goes far."
"A thimble, sir."
Hook looked at Starkey with confusion. "Thimble?" he hissed, downright confused. "That is it, Mr. Starkey! Tomorrow, we shall get Wendy!"
Tinker Bell was at the Fairy Forest and heard Peter's shout. Her eyes filled with water and her smile faded. Quickly, she flew to her tree and sobbed in her pillow.
At the native camp, Tigerlilly and the others heard Peter's cry as well. Tigerlilly froze in her position, knowing what "I am loved means" in English. Her face became sad and alone. Poor Tigerlilly, poor Tinker Bell, or poor, HOOK? I feel sorry for each one of them, even the villain in our dear story. It may seem strange of me, but I have too deep of a heart to not notice when one longs for a family member.
He wanted to shout it out to the world! Since Peter forgot things rather easily, he never remembered being loved by someone before. Even Wendy Darling didn't admit that she loved him! This, was a very special day to the boy who can't grow up.