**********Well hello again. I'm back with another need for writing. Of course seeing the new Peter Pan movie four or five times will do that to a person. Hey, I know this has nothing to do with Peter Pan, but I just wanted to tell you that I won 1st place in mixed media in an art show! Oh, I'm just so proud. Even thought the metal has a naked woman on it, which isn't the most appealing to me, its still awesome. Another thing, I want to thank all you beautiful, lovely, wonderful people for review on this story. Keep doin' it, cause its all those reviews that keep me writing!
Chapter Nineteen
"So…your trying to tell me that that's me?" 'Vincent' asked while to two teens stood in front of the statue in the park. It had been about an hour since Alex had convinced the boy to come with her and so far all the progress that she made was figuring out that this was definitely 'not' the Peter she knew. She realized that he was a tad off when she saw him at that house, but now it was more apparent then ever. He was shy, lazy, and worst of all boring. He didn't have the same child like innocence in his voice, or the energy in his face. The boy standing next to her was just a normal boy, nothing special about him. At least to anyone that didn't know him before anyway.
"Yep. That's you." the girl sighed with a smile as she looked up at the stone art piece.
"I'm not that young, and even if I was, I don't look like that." he deadpanned. Alex shook her head and looked around the area. She almost hoped that those fairies were close by so they could hear what he had turned into.
"Well I know that, and you know that. But to someone that hasn't seen you before…"
"Why would someone that hasn't even seen me want to make a statue of me?" 'Vincent' turned his head toward her with a questioning gaze. Looking back with an almost hurt expression, Alex stayed silent; not quiet sure what to say. The problem was that he didn't even know who Peter Pan was when she told him, so that complicated things hugely. She would have to tell him all about Neverland, fairies and what you couldn't say about them, and she would also have to explain Hook along with Wendy.
"I'll explain that later Peter." she said using his real name. He still felt a bit strange being called Peter instead of his former name, but it was starting to grow on him. Behind him Alex had plopped down on the bench just as she had done that night when she met that odd old woman. Soon following, Peter slowly sat down next to her with an unreadable expression on his features.
"Something wrong?" the girl mumbled and looked at him through the corner of her eye. Instead of a verbal response, all she got was a shake of his head and pure silence. Letting out a tired sigh, Alex leaned back in the bench, her eyes still playing over the statue as well as the boy sitting next to her. While he sat there, she couldn't help wonder what was playing in his mind. She had heard tales of Peter forgetting things and people very easily, but when everyone back at Neverland heard about this…well, they won't know quite what to think. Suddenly behind them a bright light poured over the landscape, shedding light on the two on the bench.
Peter squinted his eyes as he looked back with little interest, then he turned his plain brown gaze to Alex who was staring straight ahead and saying something. It was strange though, he could see her lips moving, but he heard no sound. Then the image in front of him flashed from one scene to another over and over. It was like a wheel turning, in one second he would see one side, then the other. There was this Alex girl sitting on a bench next to him in a park during a sunrise, then the next new scene took its place. He had see it before, but now it came in more clearly.
In this image he still saw Alex, but she was happy. Not the false happy that he could tell she was putting up when he was around her. Here, she was really smiling at him. He still couldn't hear what she was saying, but he knew that the girl was asking him something, but what? It was then that he felt an odd feeling of uneasiness from her unknown question. He felt confused all of a sudden, and didn't know why. Right before the image cut back to reality he heard her question, though it sounded very far away. "Do you want me to stay Peter?"
"Peter? Peter, you alright?" the same voice brought him back to the park with the girl still sitting in front of him with a worried expression.
"I said are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." he answered and shook his head a bit, trying to clear his mind.
"Did you hear a word I said?"
"Um…no." he responded with a sheepish grin. Alex showed no aggravation though, and only repeated her earlier statements.
"I said that I need to go and find Tinkerbell, so we should probably get you flying quick."
"Tinkerbell? Flying?"
"Tinkerbell, or Tink, is your fairy. And yes, its time for the Pan to get flying again." she nodded and stood up, reaching a hand out for him. He looked from her hand then to her face before reaching his larger hand out to take hers. Before the boy knew it, Alex was a good five feet off the ground, still holding onto his hand.
"Give it a try."
"But how…"
"Just try to figure it out yourself. I wouldn't be helping you that much if I just tell you everything now would I?" she said and sent him a half grin. Below her, Peter let out a sigh then closed his eyes tightly in concentration. He tried to picture himself flying first, and when he opened his eyes to see he was still on the ground he decided that wasn't the exact way to go. Then he started jumping up and down, seeing if he got enough push he would float up. Opening his eyes again all he saw was the dirt of the ground under his firmly planted feet, and the disappointed look on Alex's face.
"Alright." she sighed. "Think happy thoughts. It doesn't matter what they are, just what ever makes you happy, then you should just float on up." she explained. The fact that the boy wasn't dusted with pixie dust came to mind, but then she figured that he probably didn't need it. After all, he was still Peter Pan, and he never needed it before right?
"Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts…" the still grounded Pan muttered to himself and ran a hand through his grungy hair in thought. What made him happy? Now that he thought about it, he hadn't really had any happy thoughts while he was staying with that family. All his thoughts there were depressing and sad, none of them as far as he recalled were happy in the least. There had to be something though…something that made him happy. He was happy now wasn't he? Why was he happy though? Well, for one he was out of that house, two he was gonna find out who he was and three…three was floating in front of him.
Peter didn't know why, but ever since he saw the girl that flew he felt a little…odd. It was almost a feeling of stubbornness, of suppression. Suppression of what though? When he looked at Alex, who was currently gliding around on her back, he felt a twinge of familiarity that he couldn't hide, and didn't want to actually. All he knew was that this girl had brought him out of that horrid place and into a world of possibilities. The feeling he felt when he looked at her wasn't exactly friendship, love, or hate. It was just…confusion. Then again, he couldn't help the fact that she was fairly attractive. He was a boy after all and couldn't dodge the natural instinct to judge a female's looks, so he decided by that, that he would use her as a happy thought. He left the little mixed feeling thing out of it though, all that did was make his head hurt.
"Well, got one yet?" the voice of the girl interrupted his thoughts. For a moment he just looked up at her, taking in her features for the 'happy thought' time. Then, mustering up his thoughts Peter once again closed his eyes and concentrated, hard. His face twisted into a grimace and his fists clamped. He thought, and thought, and thought, but he could still feel the teasing ground under his feet. Opening his eyes for a brief moment, he took a deep breath and started to try again, but he was interrupted before he could close his eyes.
"Hey, maybe you should take it easy for now. Wouldn't want you pulling anything." Alex commented in an almost teasing voice. She was amused by his amount of concentration, but the feeling of defeat almost over threw it. Now what was she suppose to do? Tinkerbell was all the way across the ocean, she didn't have any pixie dust with her, so she was basically stranded. These thoughts brought her back to the ground next to Peter who was rubbing the palms of his hands where he had been clenching. If he couldn't fly, she couldn't get over to Tinkerbell, and she had told the little fairy that she would be there in three days, and those days were up. The only thing she could think of was leaving the Pan here, but she didn't like that idea. Anything could happen to the, even more innocent, boy. Unless of course…she stashed him somewhere safe.
That was it! She would be killing two birds with one stone this way! Alex wasn't as stupid as the old woman had thought she was. So it took a little while for her to really figure it out, but she did and that's all that mattered. That old woman was none other then that Wendy person and she knew it. If anyone could bring Peters memory back, it would be his first love. Leaving him there for a day or so would give her plenty of time to jog his memory, and it would give her time to go and get Tink from New York. It would all work out perfect. That is if Wendy would agree. 'Wait, he's Peter Pan. Why wouldn't she agree?' Alex thought to herself with a shake of her head.
"Come on Peter, I want you to meet someone."
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The sound of knocking rang down the street as Alex pounded on the door of Wendy's home. She felt a little bad for waking the woman this early, but it had to be done.
"Maybe we should just come back later." the boy behind her whispered a bit timidly.
"No, she's here I know it and besides, this can't wait." Alex responded while still banging on the white door of the beautiful home. Minutes passed and the girl shifted her weight back and forth on her feet in aggravation. Right when you need the old people they're never there, but any other time they were always right there, just getting in your way. At that last thought the sound of locks being undone came from inside and Alex straightened up with Peter safely behind her.
"Do you have any idea how early it is?" a voice that did not belong to the old woman asked exhaustedly. A younger face peeked out from behind the door and out at the teen who squinted her eyes in an attempt to figure out who it was. It was the younger woman who had that little boy with her the last time the ex pirate stayed in the house. Though she had to point out that she looked much less cheery now.
"I know, and believe me I'm sorry, but I really, really need to speak with Wendy."
"If it is that important, come back a bit later when she's awake to talk." the older of the two said and started to slowly shut the door. Growling low in her throat, Alex put a firm hand on the door before it shut and pulled Peter up into view.
"He needs to see her too." at the sight of the boy, the woman froze in her place and let the door fall open. A slim hand rose to her chest and another to her mouth in shock. Alex just stood there with the determined look still on her face, and Peter looked back and forth from one female to the other.
"P-Peter…" she mumbled as a smile started to spread across her lovely features, and if one looked close they could see the shine of tears forming in her blue eyes. The said boy just stared back with confusion and stepped closer to Alex. This reaction brought the older woman's face falling and she looked to the girl.
"Like I said, we really, really need to talk to Wendy."
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An hour had gone by since the too teens entered the home of the one and only Wendy. The glass from the shocked elders dropped glass had been cleaned, and the story had been fully told. Alex knew that she should have left a long time ago, but she just found it hard to. Her place in the hallway gave her a perfect place to hear the conversation going on between the still confused Pan and the older Wendy. She had heard stories being told, tears being shed, and the uncomfortable silence between the two. When the woman entered the hall and closed the door softly behind her, she was not at all surprised to find the girl sitting on the floor against the wall.
"He doesn't remember anything at all…does he?" she questioned in a quiet steady voice. Wendy closed her eyes and shook her head.
"No dear. Nothing."
"Well keep trying. I gotta go and get Tink." the girl stated plainly while lifting herself up and starting down the stairs.
"Alex." Wendy said from behind her. She knew that the old woman wouldn't let her leave that easily. Stopping, Alex turned her head a bit to acknowledge the interruption.
"I know that you think I'll be able to get his memory back, but please, don't get you hopes up. The last time I even saw Peter was many…"
"Look Wendy," Alex said firmly and turned back toward the elder. "I don't care what you say, or how modest you are about Peters feelings for you. The truth is that your Wendy, you're THE Wendy! You were his first love! You're the one that he still talks about, and the one that the Lost Boys still miss! You're the one…you're the one that can never be replaced." her voice cracked, and she knew that her female emotions were getting the better of her. "If anyone can get his memory back, it would be you and only you, Wendy."
The still nightgown clad woman stood in front of the girl with a tilted head and streaming tears. She had always been a woman that cried easily, especially when it came to issues involving Peter Pan. Alex slumped against the wall again, and Wendy looked over at her with unmoving eyes and it was then that she realized exactly what this girl had done. She had come to this world to find Peter, now matter how impossible it seemed. She somehow found him, and convinced him to come with her. Which probably was no easy task. In the time that Wendy had spent with this new Peter, she realized that he was still just as stubborn. From the story that Alex had told, from the day at the mermaid lagoon to the day she learned to fly, she had left behind her friends and her home all to find Peter who could have been anywhere. Wendy had to stop and question herself as to whether she would have done that or not.
"My dear," the old woman started and stepped toward the girl. "If you really believe it is only me that can bring back his memory, you are very wrong. I have not been around him for ages, I do not know his new stories, only the old. It is true that Peter and I had a special…a special relationship, but I do not believe it was as strong as you think. I only hold a special spot in one part of his heart and mind. The part that is slowly being pushed away as time moves on, and as new people that can better cope with his eternal want to be a child…take that spot." When the old woman finished she gave one look back to the girl before stepping downstairs, leaving the hallway quiet.
'What exactly did she mean by that little speech?' Alex asked herself. 'as new people that can better cope with his eternal want to be a child…take that spot. Humph…' The girl pulled herself up once again and looked down at the white carpet under her feet. Why couldn't Wendy just say something straight out and not talk in riddles? Why couldn't she just be simple? She couldn't be that way though, she just had to leave Alex guessing blankly in the hall. Sighing, she turned toward the room that Peter was in, deciding on saying goodbye before taking off for the other city. Turning the knob, she jumped back when the body of Peter fell onto the floor. He quickly scampered back up in front of her and ruffled his hair a bit while giving her a small grin.
"Um, I was just going to the bathroom…and I didn't want to interrupt…" he stuttered. The girl just shook her head.
"So, your leaving?" he questioned with averted eyes.
"Yeah. I'll be back though, I just have to go get Tinkerbell like I told you before." she nodded and started off down the hall again, but before she could get very far she felt Peter latch onto her in a tight hug then he retreated back into the room he fell out of. For a minute or so she just stood there with a strange expression on her face. Then finally she spoke while backing toward the stairs.
"That is definitely not Peter."
************Oh boy. When I was writing this chapter, I almost felt Alex's frustration. I mean…what have I done! I turned Peter into a boring pansy! Argh…I don't like him like this, but hey, its gotta be done for the story right? Right?! I have so bad news guys. I tried to send the picture to you people, but my computer is really being a retarded bitch and it makes me really, really made. So, in whole, your not gonna get to see the picture until I put it up on Elfwood or something. Sorry guys. Right, now I wrote, so REVIEW!!!!!!!
Chapter Nineteen
"So…your trying to tell me that that's me?" 'Vincent' asked while to two teens stood in front of the statue in the park. It had been about an hour since Alex had convinced the boy to come with her and so far all the progress that she made was figuring out that this was definitely 'not' the Peter she knew. She realized that he was a tad off when she saw him at that house, but now it was more apparent then ever. He was shy, lazy, and worst of all boring. He didn't have the same child like innocence in his voice, or the energy in his face. The boy standing next to her was just a normal boy, nothing special about him. At least to anyone that didn't know him before anyway.
"Yep. That's you." the girl sighed with a smile as she looked up at the stone art piece.
"I'm not that young, and even if I was, I don't look like that." he deadpanned. Alex shook her head and looked around the area. She almost hoped that those fairies were close by so they could hear what he had turned into.
"Well I know that, and you know that. But to someone that hasn't seen you before…"
"Why would someone that hasn't even seen me want to make a statue of me?" 'Vincent' turned his head toward her with a questioning gaze. Looking back with an almost hurt expression, Alex stayed silent; not quiet sure what to say. The problem was that he didn't even know who Peter Pan was when she told him, so that complicated things hugely. She would have to tell him all about Neverland, fairies and what you couldn't say about them, and she would also have to explain Hook along with Wendy.
"I'll explain that later Peter." she said using his real name. He still felt a bit strange being called Peter instead of his former name, but it was starting to grow on him. Behind him Alex had plopped down on the bench just as she had done that night when she met that odd old woman. Soon following, Peter slowly sat down next to her with an unreadable expression on his features.
"Something wrong?" the girl mumbled and looked at him through the corner of her eye. Instead of a verbal response, all she got was a shake of his head and pure silence. Letting out a tired sigh, Alex leaned back in the bench, her eyes still playing over the statue as well as the boy sitting next to her. While he sat there, she couldn't help wonder what was playing in his mind. She had heard tales of Peter forgetting things and people very easily, but when everyone back at Neverland heard about this…well, they won't know quite what to think. Suddenly behind them a bright light poured over the landscape, shedding light on the two on the bench.
Peter squinted his eyes as he looked back with little interest, then he turned his plain brown gaze to Alex who was staring straight ahead and saying something. It was strange though, he could see her lips moving, but he heard no sound. Then the image in front of him flashed from one scene to another over and over. It was like a wheel turning, in one second he would see one side, then the other. There was this Alex girl sitting on a bench next to him in a park during a sunrise, then the next new scene took its place. He had see it before, but now it came in more clearly.
In this image he still saw Alex, but she was happy. Not the false happy that he could tell she was putting up when he was around her. Here, she was really smiling at him. He still couldn't hear what she was saying, but he knew that the girl was asking him something, but what? It was then that he felt an odd feeling of uneasiness from her unknown question. He felt confused all of a sudden, and didn't know why. Right before the image cut back to reality he heard her question, though it sounded very far away. "Do you want me to stay Peter?"
"Peter? Peter, you alright?" the same voice brought him back to the park with the girl still sitting in front of him with a worried expression.
"I said are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." he answered and shook his head a bit, trying to clear his mind.
"Did you hear a word I said?"
"Um…no." he responded with a sheepish grin. Alex showed no aggravation though, and only repeated her earlier statements.
"I said that I need to go and find Tinkerbell, so we should probably get you flying quick."
"Tinkerbell? Flying?"
"Tinkerbell, or Tink, is your fairy. And yes, its time for the Pan to get flying again." she nodded and stood up, reaching a hand out for him. He looked from her hand then to her face before reaching his larger hand out to take hers. Before the boy knew it, Alex was a good five feet off the ground, still holding onto his hand.
"Give it a try."
"But how…"
"Just try to figure it out yourself. I wouldn't be helping you that much if I just tell you everything now would I?" she said and sent him a half grin. Below her, Peter let out a sigh then closed his eyes tightly in concentration. He tried to picture himself flying first, and when he opened his eyes to see he was still on the ground he decided that wasn't the exact way to go. Then he started jumping up and down, seeing if he got enough push he would float up. Opening his eyes again all he saw was the dirt of the ground under his firmly planted feet, and the disappointed look on Alex's face.
"Alright." she sighed. "Think happy thoughts. It doesn't matter what they are, just what ever makes you happy, then you should just float on up." she explained. The fact that the boy wasn't dusted with pixie dust came to mind, but then she figured that he probably didn't need it. After all, he was still Peter Pan, and he never needed it before right?
"Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts…" the still grounded Pan muttered to himself and ran a hand through his grungy hair in thought. What made him happy? Now that he thought about it, he hadn't really had any happy thoughts while he was staying with that family. All his thoughts there were depressing and sad, none of them as far as he recalled were happy in the least. There had to be something though…something that made him happy. He was happy now wasn't he? Why was he happy though? Well, for one he was out of that house, two he was gonna find out who he was and three…three was floating in front of him.
Peter didn't know why, but ever since he saw the girl that flew he felt a little…odd. It was almost a feeling of stubbornness, of suppression. Suppression of what though? When he looked at Alex, who was currently gliding around on her back, he felt a twinge of familiarity that he couldn't hide, and didn't want to actually. All he knew was that this girl had brought him out of that horrid place and into a world of possibilities. The feeling he felt when he looked at her wasn't exactly friendship, love, or hate. It was just…confusion. Then again, he couldn't help the fact that she was fairly attractive. He was a boy after all and couldn't dodge the natural instinct to judge a female's looks, so he decided by that, that he would use her as a happy thought. He left the little mixed feeling thing out of it though, all that did was make his head hurt.
"Well, got one yet?" the voice of the girl interrupted his thoughts. For a moment he just looked up at her, taking in her features for the 'happy thought' time. Then, mustering up his thoughts Peter once again closed his eyes and concentrated, hard. His face twisted into a grimace and his fists clamped. He thought, and thought, and thought, but he could still feel the teasing ground under his feet. Opening his eyes for a brief moment, he took a deep breath and started to try again, but he was interrupted before he could close his eyes.
"Hey, maybe you should take it easy for now. Wouldn't want you pulling anything." Alex commented in an almost teasing voice. She was amused by his amount of concentration, but the feeling of defeat almost over threw it. Now what was she suppose to do? Tinkerbell was all the way across the ocean, she didn't have any pixie dust with her, so she was basically stranded. These thoughts brought her back to the ground next to Peter who was rubbing the palms of his hands where he had been clenching. If he couldn't fly, she couldn't get over to Tinkerbell, and she had told the little fairy that she would be there in three days, and those days were up. The only thing she could think of was leaving the Pan here, but she didn't like that idea. Anything could happen to the, even more innocent, boy. Unless of course…she stashed him somewhere safe.
That was it! She would be killing two birds with one stone this way! Alex wasn't as stupid as the old woman had thought she was. So it took a little while for her to really figure it out, but she did and that's all that mattered. That old woman was none other then that Wendy person and she knew it. If anyone could bring Peters memory back, it would be his first love. Leaving him there for a day or so would give her plenty of time to jog his memory, and it would give her time to go and get Tink from New York. It would all work out perfect. That is if Wendy would agree. 'Wait, he's Peter Pan. Why wouldn't she agree?' Alex thought to herself with a shake of her head.
"Come on Peter, I want you to meet someone."
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The sound of knocking rang down the street as Alex pounded on the door of Wendy's home. She felt a little bad for waking the woman this early, but it had to be done.
"Maybe we should just come back later." the boy behind her whispered a bit timidly.
"No, she's here I know it and besides, this can't wait." Alex responded while still banging on the white door of the beautiful home. Minutes passed and the girl shifted her weight back and forth on her feet in aggravation. Right when you need the old people they're never there, but any other time they were always right there, just getting in your way. At that last thought the sound of locks being undone came from inside and Alex straightened up with Peter safely behind her.
"Do you have any idea how early it is?" a voice that did not belong to the old woman asked exhaustedly. A younger face peeked out from behind the door and out at the teen who squinted her eyes in an attempt to figure out who it was. It was the younger woman who had that little boy with her the last time the ex pirate stayed in the house. Though she had to point out that she looked much less cheery now.
"I know, and believe me I'm sorry, but I really, really need to speak with Wendy."
"If it is that important, come back a bit later when she's awake to talk." the older of the two said and started to slowly shut the door. Growling low in her throat, Alex put a firm hand on the door before it shut and pulled Peter up into view.
"He needs to see her too." at the sight of the boy, the woman froze in her place and let the door fall open. A slim hand rose to her chest and another to her mouth in shock. Alex just stood there with the determined look still on her face, and Peter looked back and forth from one female to the other.
"P-Peter…" she mumbled as a smile started to spread across her lovely features, and if one looked close they could see the shine of tears forming in her blue eyes. The said boy just stared back with confusion and stepped closer to Alex. This reaction brought the older woman's face falling and she looked to the girl.
"Like I said, we really, really need to talk to Wendy."
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An hour had gone by since the too teens entered the home of the one and only Wendy. The glass from the shocked elders dropped glass had been cleaned, and the story had been fully told. Alex knew that she should have left a long time ago, but she just found it hard to. Her place in the hallway gave her a perfect place to hear the conversation going on between the still confused Pan and the older Wendy. She had heard stories being told, tears being shed, and the uncomfortable silence between the two. When the woman entered the hall and closed the door softly behind her, she was not at all surprised to find the girl sitting on the floor against the wall.
"He doesn't remember anything at all…does he?" she questioned in a quiet steady voice. Wendy closed her eyes and shook her head.
"No dear. Nothing."
"Well keep trying. I gotta go and get Tink." the girl stated plainly while lifting herself up and starting down the stairs.
"Alex." Wendy said from behind her. She knew that the old woman wouldn't let her leave that easily. Stopping, Alex turned her head a bit to acknowledge the interruption.
"I know that you think I'll be able to get his memory back, but please, don't get you hopes up. The last time I even saw Peter was many…"
"Look Wendy," Alex said firmly and turned back toward the elder. "I don't care what you say, or how modest you are about Peters feelings for you. The truth is that your Wendy, you're THE Wendy! You were his first love! You're the one that he still talks about, and the one that the Lost Boys still miss! You're the one…you're the one that can never be replaced." her voice cracked, and she knew that her female emotions were getting the better of her. "If anyone can get his memory back, it would be you and only you, Wendy."
The still nightgown clad woman stood in front of the girl with a tilted head and streaming tears. She had always been a woman that cried easily, especially when it came to issues involving Peter Pan. Alex slumped against the wall again, and Wendy looked over at her with unmoving eyes and it was then that she realized exactly what this girl had done. She had come to this world to find Peter, now matter how impossible it seemed. She somehow found him, and convinced him to come with her. Which probably was no easy task. In the time that Wendy had spent with this new Peter, she realized that he was still just as stubborn. From the story that Alex had told, from the day at the mermaid lagoon to the day she learned to fly, she had left behind her friends and her home all to find Peter who could have been anywhere. Wendy had to stop and question herself as to whether she would have done that or not.
"My dear," the old woman started and stepped toward the girl. "If you really believe it is only me that can bring back his memory, you are very wrong. I have not been around him for ages, I do not know his new stories, only the old. It is true that Peter and I had a special…a special relationship, but I do not believe it was as strong as you think. I only hold a special spot in one part of his heart and mind. The part that is slowly being pushed away as time moves on, and as new people that can better cope with his eternal want to be a child…take that spot." When the old woman finished she gave one look back to the girl before stepping downstairs, leaving the hallway quiet.
'What exactly did she mean by that little speech?' Alex asked herself. 'as new people that can better cope with his eternal want to be a child…take that spot. Humph…' The girl pulled herself up once again and looked down at the white carpet under her feet. Why couldn't Wendy just say something straight out and not talk in riddles? Why couldn't she just be simple? She couldn't be that way though, she just had to leave Alex guessing blankly in the hall. Sighing, she turned toward the room that Peter was in, deciding on saying goodbye before taking off for the other city. Turning the knob, she jumped back when the body of Peter fell onto the floor. He quickly scampered back up in front of her and ruffled his hair a bit while giving her a small grin.
"Um, I was just going to the bathroom…and I didn't want to interrupt…" he stuttered. The girl just shook her head.
"So, your leaving?" he questioned with averted eyes.
"Yeah. I'll be back though, I just have to go get Tinkerbell like I told you before." she nodded and started off down the hall again, but before she could get very far she felt Peter latch onto her in a tight hug then he retreated back into the room he fell out of. For a minute or so she just stood there with a strange expression on her face. Then finally she spoke while backing toward the stairs.
"That is definitely not Peter."
************Oh boy. When I was writing this chapter, I almost felt Alex's frustration. I mean…what have I done! I turned Peter into a boring pansy! Argh…I don't like him like this, but hey, its gotta be done for the story right? Right?! I have so bad news guys. I tried to send the picture to you people, but my computer is really being a retarded bitch and it makes me really, really made. So, in whole, your not gonna get to see the picture until I put it up on Elfwood or something. Sorry guys. Right, now I wrote, so REVIEW!!!!!!!