CHAPTER 5: Fairy Prom
IN LONDON:
The sun crept over the many houses of London in the early morning hours. Mr. Daught was stretching awake. Mrs. Daught still lay in bed, sleeping like a baby. Aaron Daught was up in his room, watching the television. Mr. Daught made his way down the stairs to the kitchen, to find Jasmine's note sitting on the Center Island. He thought for a second. Wasn't she in her room still asleep? He opened the note anyway.
Dear Mother, Father, and Aaron... He read the note, only to end it with fear. A friend? What friend? Who? He ran up the steps into Jasmine's room. The bed was empty, her suitcase was gone, and the window was open. He ran through the room.
"Jasmine? Jasmine! Jasmine where are you! If you don't come out right now, you are grounded for a month!" but still no response.
"Darling, what's wrong?"
"Dear, Jasmine has been taken! She says a friend has taken her away."
"What friend? Oh my...dear, could it be Jonathan?"
"Who knows what that boy would do! Call the authorities! I want my daughter back!" Mr. Daught stormed off to the kitchen. Mrs. Daught walked around the bedroom cautiously, than relaxed in a chair. Aaron came in the room.
"Mummy, where's Jazz? He she left for good?"
"I don't know Aaron. It's possible."
"Yes" he muttered under his breath.
Mr. Darling raced into the room. "The police say they will start a search and rescue. I will not sleep until my daughter is safe and sound in her bed!" With that, they all huddled down the stairs to the kitchen, to wait by the phone, for any call that might tell them where Jasmine had gone.
IN NEVERLAND:
Jasmine sat on her bed, staring at the opening to the Central room. After she had fallen asleep from that horrid nightmare, she had dreamt about her parents. She dreamt that they were all at her bedroom window, calling her name. She sat in Neverland, calling their names. But neither could hear the other. Then, she stopped calling, got up and flew To the Neverland sky and just sat and floated. And did nothing else for the dream.
It was extremely weird. Did her parents miss her? Surely they were awake and looking for her. Oh God. Did her parents call the police? Surely that was what her father would have done. No, she told herself, They never really worried that much. Peter stepped in the room, which startled Jasmine.
"Jasmine, you OK? You look depressed." Peter sat next to her, and wrapped his arm around her. She pushed him off, and got up and walked near the end of the room.
"I don't know. I really think that maybe, I should just, you know, go home and check up on my family. I think they're worried."
"Maybe later. Now, get dressed." Jasmine looked down at her slacks, and T-shirt.
"I am dressed!" she complained.
"No, we are going to something formal. Did you bring anything dressy?" Jasmine didn't know Peter's definition of "dressy", so she just picked out her black velvet mini, a white glittery T-shirt, and some black high-heels.
"This dressy enough?" she asked. Peter sighed, hoping she would have a dress or something, and nodded. The skirt was the closest thing to it.
"Please hurry up." He said.
"Do I have time to wash my hair?"
"Whatever." Peter saw no use in washing his hair, for it was only going to get dirty again.
"Where are we going anyway?" Jasmine asked. Peter smiled and said,
"To the most fun thing ever! A fairy prom!" Jasmine gasped at this.
"Fairies have proms? Who knew?" she replied.
"Tink is in Last Year in the Fairy School. And she is up for smarty-of-the-school award."
"You mean she's a senior and is up for valedictorian?"
"No it's called smarty-of-the-school award."
"Oh! Can Tink and me get ready together? It will be my first prom! And I want us to look fabola!"
"Um...OK. TINK!" shouted Peter. She shot in the room, holding the most gorgeous dress Jasmine had ever seen. White and poofy, with sprinkles of Fairy Dust all over it. It had small, yet beautiful, vines wrapped around the waist. She had a gorgeous golden crown, which shone in the daylight. It was covered in what Jasmine thought of to be diamonds, pearls, and turquoise.
Also, she saw the dress had diamonds covering the ends of the sleeves, dress, and vines. Turquoise gems were placed around the scoop neck. She also held Cinderella slippers, shining in all of their glory. She had gloves to match the dress, and the most priceless Chandelier earrings she could have ever laid eyes on. Tink smiled and flew over to a small vanity, full of beautiful makeup and jewelry.
"Tink, where did you get all of this wonderful stuff? It is absolutely, positively, the most gorgeous items I have ever laid eyes on!" Tink blushed, and started babbling away in Fairy Language. She looked quizingly at Peter, who laughed.
"What's she saying? What's she saying?" Jasmine wanted to know.
"She says Neverland is full of gems and material to make these dresses. You can go anywhere and get a dress like this. They grow on trees...literally." Peter laughed.
"Tink, can you show me where you got the dress?"
"I thought you were wearing that skirt!"
"I was, but now I changed my mind." Tink nodded, and took Jasmine's finger, and led her to the place she got the dress. It was right outside Mermaid Lagoon. Shining in the light of the late-day sun was a tree. This was no ordinary tree, mind you. This tree held one of the most renown dress shops in Neverland.
Tink led her to the door, then knocked about 20 times. A tall, (in fairy standards), thin fairy with curly black hair and glowing blue eyes chattered to Tink. Jasmine stood and watched, not knowing what to do or say. Tink and the other fairy pointed up to her once in a while. The chatter finally stopped after a good 10 minutes and the tall fairy floated out in front of her. She held out a small hand, and Jasmine shook it with her thumb.
"Hello Jasmine. My name is Catrina. I own this small shop, and have heard about your predicament. My staff and I will fulfill your needs of the perfect prom dress, since you are going with (all of the female fairies sighed) Peter Pan. Oh we all wanted to be his fairy sidekick, but good 'ol Tink here got the job. So what can I ya for?" Jasmine stared at all the lacy, velvety, silky, and cloth fabrics around her. Then her eyes saw it.
A b-e-a utiful (lol Bruce Almighty) silk fabric. It was the color of a setting sun, and shimmering like the sky at night. It had a set of matching gloves, only diamond and ruby studded. On the table next to it lay a crown, no bigger than a child's play crown, covered in Jennifer Lopez engagement rings (The stones). They matched the dress perfectly. Catrina saw her eyeing the fabric.
"Ah, yes. Jasmine has an eye for quality. That is the finest material. Made from the color of the setting Neverland sun and starry sparkles from the Neverland night. Is that the one you want?" Jasmine giggled like a gitty school girl, then nodded frantically.
"Oh yes! I must have it! It is positively enchanting! Tink, it is out of your price range?" Tink thought for a second then shook her head.
"Hold on then, we will be right back."
"Don't you need measurements?" Jasmine asked.
"Don't worry, we know your size." Jasmine was quite confused, then shook it off. Within two minutes, Catrina was back, holding the most gorgeous gown. It looked like Tink's, fluffy and stuff, but it was more colorful and sparklier. The crown fit her head perfectly, and the shoes she wore were great.
"Oh, I'll take it!" Jasmine squealed. How smashing it would be to have a dress like this! Her and Tink would be prom queens. Catrina wrapped it and sent them on their way. They sky was navy blue now, and they first sights of stars appeared. They flew quickly back to the tree house to primp themselves for the big night later.
"Peter! We're home!" called Jasmine. Peter was lying on his stomach, playing his fife. He sat up at the sight of them.
"So? Show me your dress."
"Not until after we're done primping up. Which will only take a mo." Peter sighed and went back to playing a familiar song. It was the "Je T'aime Encore" song Peter and her danced to. 'Wow,' Jasmine thought, 'he's really good.' They went into the bedroom and closed the door.
Now, I bet your wondering where the Lost Boys are. You see, since tonight was the Fairy Prom, the Indians will be baby-sitting the Lost Boys. Now, back to the story.
Behind closed doors, Tink was helping Jasmine with some last minute touch-ups to her makeup, while Jasmine painted all of Tink's nails all at once (since she is so small). After about 30 to 45 minutes of primping, patting, pressing, exfoliating, curling, and making themselves look beautiful, Jasmine and Tink were finally done.
Tink looked like Cinderella in the dress, and with her hair in a bun. She wore white eyeshadow, and soft pink lipstick. She wore white chandelier earrings, and a diamond ring.
Jasmine looked gorgeous as well. Her dress matched her yellow and pink eye shadow, and pink nail polish. Her blonde hair was in curls down to her shoulders, and pink earrings. The crown shone on the top of her head, and the natural colored lipgloss went together perfectly. They looked like...well...two fairy prom queens.
With one last look in the mirror, they stepped out of the bedroom. Jasmine caught sight of Tink's fairy date. He looked quite handsome in a black tux and blonde hair slicked back. He escorted Tink outside.
Peter was no where to be seen. Jasmine went around looking for him, when he popped out in front of her.
"Ohmigod! Peter!" He was laughing hysterically. She did not think it was very funny. But she brushed it off, and got a good look at Peter. He was wearing a life-size fairy suit. It was dark, dark blue, with a white shirt and matching bowtie. He was even dressed in tails. His dirty blonde hair was tamed with water, and he even washed his face and hands. He wore sandals! Peter looked extremely handsome, and there went that knee-weakening smile.
But Jasmine reminded herself of her wonderful, loving boyfriend at home, and tried not to fall for Peter. But like all the fairies in the shop, she sighed lovingly at the sight of him.
"Ready to..." He stared at the sunset-colored dress. "Oh...my...gosh. Jasmine, you look so incredibly beautiful tonight." Jasmine smiled, and complimented him on his rather stunning outfit.
"Peter, that tuxedo is wonderful! And did you wash your face? Wonderful. You look stunning.
"Thank you so very much Jasmine. Now let's go before we miss anything good!" They walked out of the room, and into the dark sky, unknowing of a dark stranger lurking in the shadows.
