So it came to pass that Wendy became quite lonely in Neverland. Her heart ached to return to the Nursery and see her brother's and their family. Her parents had since then passed away due to the old age that she would never get. She had promised Peter she would not ever grow up.
"Peter," she said bravely one afternoon as she was cooking the midday meal. "Yes?" Peter asked, sitting in his chair doing nothing. "Um," she tried to explain, "I should like....I should like to visit the Nursery again." Peter looked up now, rather shocked. "W-What?!?" he gasped. She hurried over to him. "Just for a few days," Wendy protested.
Peter stood up at this. "Wendy," he started trying to sound sympathetic, "a few days is enough to start growing up." Wendy frowned. "You're just too stubborn," she cried, turning her back to him. Peter sighed. He walked around her standing in front of her. She stared in his eyes trying so hard to hate him, but it was impossible, for his eyes captured her own and almost held her there. There was nothing to do but hug him. He patted her back awkwardly. He then pulled out of her hug and tilted her chin upward. "I want always to be a boy and to have fun," he said seriously. "You say so, but I think it is your biggest pretend," she whispered and walked away.
His eyes lingered on her. He wanted to reach out and grab her arm. He wanted to hold her in his arms and smell her honey blonde hair. But he knew he couldn't, he knew he shouldn't. I'll only make things worse he told himself. He watched as Wendy went back to her cooking. When he couldn't stand it anymore he walked up behind her and grabbed her waist. She giggled. "I'll go with you," he whispered in her ear, "if it's what you want." She turned to face him and put her arms around his neck. "It is," she replied smiling. He smiled back. "Promise me you won't grow up when we go visit?" he asked. "I won't," Wendy said.
They stood there holding each other for so long before Peter couldn't bare it any longer. He leaned in and kissed her. She smiled when it was over, but Peter wanted more. He didn't know why or how to get more. He certainly didn't want to bore Wendy or make her ask questions, because he didn't know how to answer them. As he pondered all this she began to play with the hair on the back of his neck. He liked this, because it was both relaxing and it felt good.
She was utterly surprised when he leaned in to kiss her again, but also happy, so she kissed back. There was a difference from the last one; it was longer and deeper. She could clearly feel his feelings. She liked this very much and knew then that he was the reason she could never leave.
When he leaned in again for the third she stopped him by putting her finger to his lips. "What's this all about?" she asked curiously. "I don't know," Peter shrugged. "I like thimbling you," he said. Wendy giggled. "Why do they call it a thimble?" he asked, chuckling to himself. Again she giggled. "They don't," she replied. Peter looked very puzzled. "It's called a kiss," she began taking her arms from around his neck, "Oh," he said almost questioningly as he released his hands from her waist reluctantly. "What I gave you was a thimble," she said recalling the incident. "The gold thing was?" he asked making sure. "Yes," she replied, "I should finish cooking." "I'll help," Peter said.
Whilst they were cooking Peter couldn't keep his hands off Wendy, not to mention his lips. Wendy liked this very much and didn't oppose to it at all. When they were done cooking Wendy called for the lost boys. They came and ate quickly, then they were off. Peter and Wendy were left to do the dishes. Peter didn't mind though, as long as he was with her. His feelings were growing so strong he didn't know what to do except obey them.
When they were finished Wendy sat down, clearly exhausted. Peter sat behind her and began massaging her tense shoulders. Every once in awhile he would kiss the back of her neck. She giggled at this, "Peter...stop," she said. "Why?" he asked shocked. "It tickles," she said giggling. "Besides," she began, turning to face him; "I like this better." Peter cocked an eyebrow. "What?" he said, clearly puzzled. She closed his eyes with her fingers. He kept them closed waiting for something to happen. Then, he felt something warm on his lips. Almost automatically his hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her towards him. She squealed with delight and put her arms around his neck. She ran her fingers through his messy hair. They kissed repeatedly, but they did not pull out and lean back in. Peter had no knowledge of what this was, but Wendy knew. She did not stop it because she had wanted it and with him. She liked it and he enjoyed it very much. When he felt part of her entered his mouth he stopped it.
"What was that?" he asked. Wendy blushed a deep shade of pink. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He smiled. "I liked it." She blushed even deeper. "It was my tongue," she mumbled. Peter looked very startled. "Your what?!?" he asked. She giggled and played with his hair again. "My tongue, silly," she said. "Oh," Peter said thinking about this, "then that's no ordinary kiss," he said finished. "No," she replied. He closed his eyes slowly so the effect of her running her fingers through his hair was greater. After he closed his eyes she smiled and leaned in and kissed him. He knew he didn't want it to end but it had to. It was getting out of hand. He pulled away to see Wendy's puzzled face.
"What's wrong?" she asked. Peter shrugged. "I don't know," he replied. She smiled and began to lean in again, but he stopped her. "I think we should stop," he said seriously. She nodded in agreement. "You're right," she began, letting go of him. "Besides, we need to tell the boys we are leaving for a few days." Peter smiled weakly as he let go of her and stood up. "Of course," he said sweetly.
She hurried to the doorway and shouted for the lost boys. "Slightly! Curly! Nibs! Tootles! Twins!" she called. They answered with a crow much like Peter's. A smile spread across her face. She backed away from the door as all six of them flew in. Slightly, Nibs, and Curly landed perfectly in front of Wendy. The twins came next, straight in line, one behind the other. Then came Tootles. He tripped over his feet and fell into the twins. Creating a domino affect the twins fell, then Curly, Nibs, and Slightly last. Wendy was about to get hit when Peter picked her up from behind and flew into the air. When he came back down the lost boys were sprawled out in front of them. Peter chuckled, then helped them up.
"Anyone hurt?" he asked suppressing giggles. "No," they all chimed. "Good," he replied. Wendy went around hugging them all. Then she stepped back and straightened her hair. "We have news," she said smiling. "We are going to visit the Nursery for a few days." The boys groaned. "No stories," Curly mumbled sadly. "When we come back," Wendy promised.
Whilst Wendy was telling the boys about this, Peter was surveying the boys, silent choosing who would be in charge while they were away. "Slightly," he said, "you'll be in charge while were away," Peter decided aloud. Slightly smiled. "Thanks, Peter," he said beaming. "We won't be gone more than three days," Wendy said cheerfully. "Ok," the boys chimed again. Then they flew off.
Peter sighed with exhaustion. Wendy smiled at him. "I'm tired, too," she said. "We should sleep," Peter said leading her to the bed. Wendy lied down on her side. Peter lied down beside her and put his arm around her waist. And then they slept.
When Peter woke up his arm was around nothing. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Wendy cooking and cleaning. He yawned and sat up in bed. When she noticed he was awake she walked over. He grinned at her. She climbed onto the bed and kissed him. "Good morning," she said giggling. "Good morning," he replied. He kissed her in return. Casually his arms held her waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. She ran her fingers repeatedly through his hair. Again Peter experienced the wonderful sensation of the repeated kisses. Wendy again put her tongue in his mouth, but this time he did not pull out. They let it continue for a long time. After what seemed a lifetime time they stopped. They stared at each other red-faced and out of breath.
"We should get going," Wendy said. She knew she wanted it to continue, but someone had to stop it. "Right," Peter said catching his breath. Wendy let go of him and got up. She quickly straightened her hair and dress. Peter on the other hand sat on the bed smiling with his hands behind his head. When she finished cooking meals for the boys and cleaning up the house, she walked over to the bed. "Get up you lazy boy!" she said laughing. Peter laughed too. "Alright," he said pulling himself up.
He whistled for Tinkerbell and she came zooming in. She flew circles around his head. "Pixie dust, please!" he said beaming. She sprinkled him and Wendy with the sparkling dust and they flew into the air. Peter took Wendy's hand and they flew into the distance until they were only tiny dots in the sky.
When they reached London Peter flew Wendy straight to her old window. She ginned into the window. She placed her feet on the windowsill and looked inside. A young girl was sitting in a chair with her parents. Wendy looked at the father and recognized him as her brother Michael. She gasped with delight and Michael's eyes fell upon her. "Wendy!" he cried running towards her. She was emerged in a bear-sized hug. When he left go of her he sighed. "It's so nice of you to stop by," he said. "I'd like to stay for three days," she began," if that's ok of course." "Ok?" he asked. "Of course it's ok. It's lovely!" She smiled and they began talking. Michael pointed to the young girl sitting in the chair. "That's Sarah, my daughter," he said beaming at her.
As this was happening Peter was behind the curtain dreading being invited in. He wished desperately that she would forget. "Oh!" Wendy said remembering, "I have brought a visitor." She grinned and called for Peter. "You can come in," she said sweetly. He bit his lip, then slowly he walked in. "Peter Pan!" Sarah cried standing up. She curtseyed as Peter bowed. She smiled widely at him. He grinned back, then he walked over to Wendy. She beamed at him as he took her hand. "Wow Peter!" said Michael. "It's amazing how you pull off that staying young concept," he chuckled. Peter laughed, too. "It's quite easy and fun," he commented. "Growing up doesn't have it's bad sides either," Michael retorted. Peter smirked. "For me it does." Wendy quickly cut in. "Michael, where can we stay?" "In that room down the hall," Michael said pointing. "Right," said Wendy. She took Peter's hand and led him into the room and shut the door behind her. Peter smiled.
Wendy came back to him and put her hands around his neck. He grabbed onto her waist. "Promise me something?" she said playing with his dirty blonde hair. "M-hm?" he said closing his eyes. "You'll take a shower while you're here," she said giggling. He opened his eyes and laughed. "I promise," he said and kissed her rosy cheek. "Good," she said taking her arms from his neck. He let go of her waist. "Um, Wendy?" he asked slightly embarrassed. "Hm?" she asked in return. "What exactly do I do when I take a shower?" he asked. She looked at him with wide eyes. How was a girl supposed to explain this to a boy? "Um..." she tried to explain, "well, you use the soap to clean your body and the shampoo and conditioner, which are in bottles," she added eyeing his confusion, "are used to wash your hair." He smiled and kissed her cheek. She walked over to the closet and pulled out a fluffy green towel. "You'll need this," she giggled handing it to him, "and you might want to consider taking that off before you go in," she said pointing to the leaves he was wearing. "Why?" Peter asked. Why did he have to ask so many questions? "Because silly, how are you gong to clean yourself with dirty leaves in the way?" she replied. "And what do I put on after I shower?" Peter asked. "Hmm..." Wendy said as she searched through the drawers. When she found a flannel pair of pajamas she handed them to him. "Thanks," he said taking them as he walked out the door.
When both were done showering they went downstairs and ate cheese and crackers ("Yum," Peter had said, his mouth full of food.) They were now back in the room and Peter was looking out the window into the sky. "Think the boys are alright?" Peter asked. "Yes," Wendy replied closing the window. "NO!" Peter cried as he opened it back up. "Just in case the boys or Tink stop by," he said answering he unspoken question. She sighed and walked over to the bed.
Peter walked over and stood in front of the mirror. "Whoa!" he cried watching his reflection copy him. "It's just like a shadow...but...in color!" Wendy giggled as she lay on the bed. "It's called a reflection," she said. "Reflection," he repeated. He stood there awhile admiring the reflection. "I really am cute," he said chuckling. "Yes, you are," Wendy agreed, "now come to bed." "Wait!" he said urgently. He stood a precise distance away from the dresser under the mirror and looked up. The top of his head was a good inch and a half below the top of the mirror. He walked over to the bed and lied down beside Wendy. She clapped her hands once and the light went out. "Wow!" Peter said and clapped. The lights came back on. "Oops!" he said clapping again so the lights went out. Wendy giggled. She turned over on her side. "Night," she said sleepily. "G'Night," he replied. He put an arm around her waist and fell asleep.
When he woke Wendy was not there. He figured she was downstairs eating or somewhere changing her clothes. He yawned and sat up. He pulled off the covers and got up. He walked over to the dresser and placed himself again in the precise spot. Slowly he looked up. He wanted to scream. His head now reached the very top of the mirror. He had grown a good inch and a half over night. Peter pushed down in his head frantically trying to shrink himself. Just then Wendy came in through the door. She stopped and looked at Peter.
"I've grown," Peter said taking his hands off his head and looking at her. Wendy walked over to him and took his hands. He was indeed taller. She smiled up at him. "Peter," she said, "I-I don't know what to say." Peter wasn't smiling. "Wendy, I'm growing up." He sighed heavily. "But Peter," she too was no longer smiling, "we haven't been here three days." Peter shrugged. "I must go back." "As you wish," Wendy replied. Peter let go of her hands and pulled her into a hug. She rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I just...don't want to grow up...ever!" She hugged him tighter. "I know," she whispered. Slowly he pulled out of the hug and gently kissed her forehead. He could smell a scent of beautiful flowers in her hair. He smiled. She stood on her toes and pressed her lips against his smiling ones.
Just as this was happening Tinkerbell flew through the window. When Peter pulled out of Wendy's kiss he saw her. "Tink!" he said delighted to see her. She was holding what looked like a green outfit made out of leaves. "Thanks!" he said grabbing it from her. "Hello Tink!" Wendy said. Tinkerbell smiled at her. "We are leaving today." Peter walked into the closet and came out in his leafy outfit. "It fits great!" he said grinning. Wendy, already in her nightgown, smiled at him. "Let's go home," she said. He took her hand and they stood on the windowsill. Together they pushed off and flew into the second star from the right.
When they landed the boys came running. "Wendy! Peter!" they cried in unison. They all received hugs. Everyone was happy, especially Curly. "Please tell us a story," Curly begged. "Yes, tell us a story," the others begged almost whining. "Ok, ok," Wendy said laughing. She smiled at Peter and began. "Once there was a boy named Peter Pan..." He smiled and listened intentively. This was his favorite story.