Damn! Another thunderstorm coming my way. All week it's been rain,
thunder, and lightening, rain, thunder, and lightening. It gets annoying
sometimes. But even more annoying when I can't continue a chapter of a
story when I have no electricity to power my computer. It's happened twice
so far and hopefully never again. Well I will stop gabbing and let you on
to the chapter. Hope you like it.
The American Adventure!
Ch. 4 Peter....Pan!
The two Williams and Wendy entered the little restaurant known as The La Divine. The sight of the interior of the room made Wendy smile. How cute it was. The dining room was large and painted a dark red color. It had small tables sat up in the middle with a single pink rose on each. On the sides were large booths that held 2 pink roses instead of one. The walls were covered with all different kinds of paintings and designs. The whole place seemed artsy, but comfortable.
They were led to a table that consisted of 3 chairs. They each took a seat and ordered what they desired. While they waited for the food they started up a conversation.
Wendy: I would like to thank you again for inviting me to lunch. I have been famished sense I awoke on the train.
Mr. Williams: You are very welcome, my dear. I thought this would give all of us plenty of time to get to know each other since we will be traveling together for the next two weeks.
Adam smiled at the thought of that.
Adam: Wonderful idea father.
Wendy: Yes, I think it's very suitable.
Before the food came Wendy had learned many interesting things about the Williams. They had lived in Cambridge, a city North of London, for most their lives. Mr. Williams was a brutal judge of the courts that had decided to move the family to London about 7 years ago. The family was made of father, two sons, and a daughter who lived in America. They had lost Mrs. Williams around 3 yrs before due to pneumonia. Adam at the age of 23 was working his way through law school for he wanted to become a lawyer. They were now on their way to visit their daughter/sister in America. The other son had stayed behind for he had schooling to finish.
The Williams however didn't get as much background of Wendy for she was afraid she really had none to tell. She told them that she had lived in London for all of her 17 years, and that she came from a large family. This family consisted on (like we don't know already, but still) a father, mother, two brothers, herself, and of course her other adopted brothers (the old lost boys). She also mentioned that her father was co owner of a main bank in London and that her mother was homemaker. And now that she was on her way to America to visit her older cousin Susan.
Adam: That is quite a large family you have there. How did you parents end up adopting so many more children? Wendy of course didn't think they would believe her if she told them that they are actually lost boys, from another world, that used to serve under a child leader that never grew up. No, No she would definitely have to tell them something else.
Wendy: Oh they just came along one day, you know off the streets. My parents became so attached to them that they adopted all of them, saving them of a life of roaming the streets.
The Williams nodded understandably.
They sat quietly for a few minutes until Mr. Williams spoke up.
Mr. Williams: Well, why are we just sitting here when we could be ordering some dessert?
As he motioned for the waitress to bring over a cart full of many different desserts on the top of it, Adam and Wendy just sat their and smiled at each other.
OUTSIDE THE RESTURANT
Again there was Peter Pan at another window watching the two men and Wendy eat at a little table. He some how needed to reach Wendy, but how? He knew he couldn't just fly in there and land right on the table in front of Wendy barefooted. Peter knew that would make Wendy angry with him if he did that. He needed to think of something. He really wanted Wendy to know that he was there, without being seen by anyone else.
After a few minutes of thinking he just decided to take the chance and just sneak in. He slowly flew over to the opening of the building as a few older women where entering. He hid behind a larger woman that wore a big, fuzzy, coat. He was completely hidden behind her. When they got to the main dining room Peter quickly zoomed from behind the large set lady to the bottom of a cart that was completely covered by a white cloth. He waited a minute or two and snuck a peek from under the white cloth. He was looking to see if there was anyone else around so he could sneak in farther into the room. But before he could do anything else he began to move. Except he wasn't doing the moving, the cart that he was hidden under started making its way towards the tables.
Peter froze as the cart suddenly stopped. He heard people talk from the outside of the white cloth that hid him. It sounded like they were choosing between something or other. He wasn't for sure. Peter then smiled that gorgeous smile as he heard a familiar voice.
Wendy: Oh that chocolate cake looks divine. I'll take a piece of that please.
Waitress: Certainly Miss.
She began to cut the cake into many squares and placed a piece on a plate for Wendy. During this time Peter left the safety of the white cloth and moved to a darker colored cloth that covered Wendy's table.
While he was down there he looked at the shoes that covered the 3 pairs of different sized feet. How painful those look, Peter thought. I wonder how Wendy can stand them. Then his thoughts went to the sounds of voices talking from above.
Wendy: So why do you suppose the ship was named The Flyer?
Mr. Williams: Well I have read somewhere that it was called The Flyer because it looks like it just flies over the water so peacefully then other ships.
Adam: That is true father, but I have also heard that they named it that because when you're aboard it, it actually feels like its flying through the air. That's how gentle it sails.
Wendy: How interesting.
Wendy couldn't help but daydream. She dreamed that she was flying in the blue sky of Neverland with Peter at her side. How exciting it was to fly. She had felt so free and innocent. And especially safe for if she fell, she knew Peter would always been there to save her.
Peter who had been listening to the discussion from underneath the table was also thinking about flying. Well, if that's what Wendy wanted to do was fly, why didn't she just ask me to fly her to this America place, he thought. I bet I could fly way better then that ship. (Yes he's being his little cocky self)
After a while longer Peter grew bored from just sitting there, so he decided it was time to at least show Wendy he was there. He went to the chair that held the dress wearer and gently tugged at her skirt.
Wendy jumped a little from the pull, and grew a little pale to not know what had caused it.
Mr. Williams: Are you o.k. my dear?
Adam: Yes, you do look a little pale.
Wendy: Oh, it's nothing. I...
She felt a tug again, which caught her by surprise. What is going on, she thought to herself.
Mr. Williams: You what Miss. Darling?
Wendy: I... I...
She felt it again. O.K. she was going down.
Wendy: I just dropped my napkin on the floor.
She was going to go to the floor and pretend to pick it up, but Adam was already out of his chair.
Adam: Here, let me.
Wendy: Oh no, thanks. I can get it. Besides I'm closer.
So Adam settled back in his chair as Wendy went down to the floor to retrieve her pretend napkin.
As her hand hit the floor, another hand came out from under the table cloth grabbed hers and pulled her upper half under the table. Her eyes were wide because she didn't know what to expect. She couldn't see anything for it was sort of dark, but with the light coming from under the ends of the cloth she could make out a form of a boy. But it was no ordinary boy, but an extraordinary boy. A boy who could fly and make all your dreams come true.
With her eyes still wide and now adjusted to the dark, she said something in a whisper.
Wendy: Peter....Pan?
Peter responded with a smile.
Peter: Yes Wendy, it is I. I have decided to come along with you on your trip to this America.
All Wendy could do was stare, not truly believing who sat in front of her was actually there.
End ch.4
Well, how was it? Was it good, awesome, bad, or confusing? Please R&R and tell me. Also for those few that do review, I'm going to let you help me choose what sort of adventurous and troublesome things they might get involved in while in America. So PRETTY PLEASE R&R AND TELL ME YOUR IDEAS.
The American Adventure!
Ch. 4 Peter....Pan!
The two Williams and Wendy entered the little restaurant known as The La Divine. The sight of the interior of the room made Wendy smile. How cute it was. The dining room was large and painted a dark red color. It had small tables sat up in the middle with a single pink rose on each. On the sides were large booths that held 2 pink roses instead of one. The walls were covered with all different kinds of paintings and designs. The whole place seemed artsy, but comfortable.
They were led to a table that consisted of 3 chairs. They each took a seat and ordered what they desired. While they waited for the food they started up a conversation.
Wendy: I would like to thank you again for inviting me to lunch. I have been famished sense I awoke on the train.
Mr. Williams: You are very welcome, my dear. I thought this would give all of us plenty of time to get to know each other since we will be traveling together for the next two weeks.
Adam smiled at the thought of that.
Adam: Wonderful idea father.
Wendy: Yes, I think it's very suitable.
Before the food came Wendy had learned many interesting things about the Williams. They had lived in Cambridge, a city North of London, for most their lives. Mr. Williams was a brutal judge of the courts that had decided to move the family to London about 7 years ago. The family was made of father, two sons, and a daughter who lived in America. They had lost Mrs. Williams around 3 yrs before due to pneumonia. Adam at the age of 23 was working his way through law school for he wanted to become a lawyer. They were now on their way to visit their daughter/sister in America. The other son had stayed behind for he had schooling to finish.
The Williams however didn't get as much background of Wendy for she was afraid she really had none to tell. She told them that she had lived in London for all of her 17 years, and that she came from a large family. This family consisted on (like we don't know already, but still) a father, mother, two brothers, herself, and of course her other adopted brothers (the old lost boys). She also mentioned that her father was co owner of a main bank in London and that her mother was homemaker. And now that she was on her way to America to visit her older cousin Susan.
Adam: That is quite a large family you have there. How did you parents end up adopting so many more children? Wendy of course didn't think they would believe her if she told them that they are actually lost boys, from another world, that used to serve under a child leader that never grew up. No, No she would definitely have to tell them something else.
Wendy: Oh they just came along one day, you know off the streets. My parents became so attached to them that they adopted all of them, saving them of a life of roaming the streets.
The Williams nodded understandably.
They sat quietly for a few minutes until Mr. Williams spoke up.
Mr. Williams: Well, why are we just sitting here when we could be ordering some dessert?
As he motioned for the waitress to bring over a cart full of many different desserts on the top of it, Adam and Wendy just sat their and smiled at each other.
OUTSIDE THE RESTURANT
Again there was Peter Pan at another window watching the two men and Wendy eat at a little table. He some how needed to reach Wendy, but how? He knew he couldn't just fly in there and land right on the table in front of Wendy barefooted. Peter knew that would make Wendy angry with him if he did that. He needed to think of something. He really wanted Wendy to know that he was there, without being seen by anyone else.
After a few minutes of thinking he just decided to take the chance and just sneak in. He slowly flew over to the opening of the building as a few older women where entering. He hid behind a larger woman that wore a big, fuzzy, coat. He was completely hidden behind her. When they got to the main dining room Peter quickly zoomed from behind the large set lady to the bottom of a cart that was completely covered by a white cloth. He waited a minute or two and snuck a peek from under the white cloth. He was looking to see if there was anyone else around so he could sneak in farther into the room. But before he could do anything else he began to move. Except he wasn't doing the moving, the cart that he was hidden under started making its way towards the tables.
Peter froze as the cart suddenly stopped. He heard people talk from the outside of the white cloth that hid him. It sounded like they were choosing between something or other. He wasn't for sure. Peter then smiled that gorgeous smile as he heard a familiar voice.
Wendy: Oh that chocolate cake looks divine. I'll take a piece of that please.
Waitress: Certainly Miss.
She began to cut the cake into many squares and placed a piece on a plate for Wendy. During this time Peter left the safety of the white cloth and moved to a darker colored cloth that covered Wendy's table.
While he was down there he looked at the shoes that covered the 3 pairs of different sized feet. How painful those look, Peter thought. I wonder how Wendy can stand them. Then his thoughts went to the sounds of voices talking from above.
Wendy: So why do you suppose the ship was named The Flyer?
Mr. Williams: Well I have read somewhere that it was called The Flyer because it looks like it just flies over the water so peacefully then other ships.
Adam: That is true father, but I have also heard that they named it that because when you're aboard it, it actually feels like its flying through the air. That's how gentle it sails.
Wendy: How interesting.
Wendy couldn't help but daydream. She dreamed that she was flying in the blue sky of Neverland with Peter at her side. How exciting it was to fly. She had felt so free and innocent. And especially safe for if she fell, she knew Peter would always been there to save her.
Peter who had been listening to the discussion from underneath the table was also thinking about flying. Well, if that's what Wendy wanted to do was fly, why didn't she just ask me to fly her to this America place, he thought. I bet I could fly way better then that ship. (Yes he's being his little cocky self)
After a while longer Peter grew bored from just sitting there, so he decided it was time to at least show Wendy he was there. He went to the chair that held the dress wearer and gently tugged at her skirt.
Wendy jumped a little from the pull, and grew a little pale to not know what had caused it.
Mr. Williams: Are you o.k. my dear?
Adam: Yes, you do look a little pale.
Wendy: Oh, it's nothing. I...
She felt a tug again, which caught her by surprise. What is going on, she thought to herself.
Mr. Williams: You what Miss. Darling?
Wendy: I... I...
She felt it again. O.K. she was going down.
Wendy: I just dropped my napkin on the floor.
She was going to go to the floor and pretend to pick it up, but Adam was already out of his chair.
Adam: Here, let me.
Wendy: Oh no, thanks. I can get it. Besides I'm closer.
So Adam settled back in his chair as Wendy went down to the floor to retrieve her pretend napkin.
As her hand hit the floor, another hand came out from under the table cloth grabbed hers and pulled her upper half under the table. Her eyes were wide because she didn't know what to expect. She couldn't see anything for it was sort of dark, but with the light coming from under the ends of the cloth she could make out a form of a boy. But it was no ordinary boy, but an extraordinary boy. A boy who could fly and make all your dreams come true.
With her eyes still wide and now adjusted to the dark, she said something in a whisper.
Wendy: Peter....Pan?
Peter responded with a smile.
Peter: Yes Wendy, it is I. I have decided to come along with you on your trip to this America.
All Wendy could do was stare, not truly believing who sat in front of her was actually there.
End ch.4
Well, how was it? Was it good, awesome, bad, or confusing? Please R&R and tell me. Also for those few that do review, I'm going to let you help me choose what sort of adventurous and troublesome things they might get involved in while in America. So PRETTY PLEASE R&R AND TELL ME YOUR IDEAS.