Here is another chapter. I wrote this really quickly and so I think it's
kind of dull and uninteresting. But read and see what you think. PLEASE!
The American Adventure!
Ch. 9 The Dream!
Wendy entered her quarters, after saying goodnight to Adam, surprised not to find Peter there again. Where could he be she thought. Was he really that mad for what happened at dinner? Hoping he would show up sooner or later she got ready for bed.
She blew out the light of the candle and climbed into her little bed. She laid there awake for probably almost an hour waiting for Peter, but she slowly grew tired and drifted off into the dream world.
DREAM
Wendy was standing alone on some weird planet. If she looked to her right she saw the large planet of earth. If she looked to her left she saw the twinkling of the second star to the right that led on to Neverland. Wendy suddenly felt herself rising from the ground. It wasn't like flying for she had no control. She just rose into the air and stopped quite a ways from where she was last standing. She had to pick where she wanted to go.
Did she want to go back to Neverland? The world that had adventure, new lost boys, fairies, mermaids, pirates to fight, flying, never growing older, and especially Peter Pan.
OR
Did she want to return back to her home on earth? Earth had everything she loved. It consisted on her family, her friends, growing up, becoming a novelist, meeting her true love, having children of her own, and now her new friend Adam.
She looked back and forth at each destination, not knowing what to do. Not knowing where she wanted to go. Then she was falling. Falling back to the ground of the weird planet, where she was sure she would crash into the ground and die.
She screamed.
END DREAM
Peter entered the room about an hour after he saw the light go out. He was sure Wendy was asleep by now and didn't want to wake her. So he shut the door lightly and floor up to the ceiling. Peter had let Wendy have the bed for he was fine sleeping in the air or on the ceiling. He was just making himself comfortable and he heard a small shriek come from Wendy. She was tossing and turning in her sleep like she was having a bad nightmare. He flew down to her and just watched her for a moment. Even though she was five years older now, she still looked almost the same way the first night he had eyed her in her sleep. Peter then looked towards the objects that hung from her neck. You could still see his kiss clearly but now there was something added. It was the other kiss. He looked at it and could tell it was much prettier then the acorn he had given to Wendy. Peter was about to touch it with his finger to see if it was tough enough to stop an arrow, when suddenly Wendy jumped from her sleep and gave a yell.
Wendy: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
That caught Peter off guard and he flew back quickly hitting his way back into the other wall.
Wendy sat up breathing heavily as sweat soaked her skin.
Peter: Wendy, are you all right?
Wendy squinted her eyes and saw Peter now floating above her bed with a concerned look on his face.
Wendy: Peter, your back!
Peter: Of course I'm back. I said I wouldn't leave you.
Wendy smiled.
Peter: Are you o.k?
Wendy: Yes, I just had a bad dream.
Peter: Want to talk about it?
Wendy: That's alright, I really don't remember much about it. But if you don't mind Peter, will lay here with me just incase I have another.
Peter was stunned at her request, but didn't say anything. He would do anything for Wendy to keep her happy and safe.
Peter: If you wish it.
He flew down and laid himself on the other side of the bed. They laid there in silence for the longest time just staring up at the bare black ceiling. Wendy was half asleep when Peter started to talk to her.
Peter: Wendy?
Wendy: Ya?
Peter: Do you still like my kiss?
Wendy barely had her eyes open. Wendy: Of course.
Peter: Do you still like my kiss better then the one from that man?
Wendy: What?
Peter: Wendy, I saw the man named Adam give you a kiss.
Wendy smiled sleepily.
Wendy: Peter, that wasn't a kiss, but only a gift.
Peter: Are they not the same thing?
Wendy: No, a kiss is way more special then a gift.
Peter had to smile then for he was greatly satisfied with that answer.
Peter: Well good then. Good night Wendy.
Wendy: Good Night Peter.
They both fell soundly to sleep in each others arms.
THE NEXT MORNING
Wendy opened her eyes after a good night sleep and just stared. She had woken up in the arms of Peter with her head resting on his shoulder. She slowly scooted away to the edge of the bed. How unladylike it was for how they slept last night. With the sudden motion, Peter awoke.
Peter: Mornin dear Wendy!
Wendy: Um...Good morning!
Peter: Is something wrong?
Wendy: How did we come too the sleeping arrangement last night.
Peter: Don't you remember. You had a bad dream and asked me to lay with you incase you had another.
Wendy now remembered asking Peter that, but she didn't remember having the dream.
Wendy: Oh yeah. I must have not been thinking clearly last night. Peter: Why do you say that?
Wendy: It's just not appropriate for a young women and a BOY to sleep in the same bed together.
Peter: Well, you asked me, so it's not my fault.
Wendy: Your right it's not. Let's just drop the subject for now. I better change for breakfast.
She stood up and put her robe around her. Peter also stood up and stretched. He then headed for the door to give Wendy some privacy.
Peter: I will be back in a few minutes.
Wendy: Alright Peter.
Peter left.
Wendy started to get dressed when she suddenly remembered about how dinner went last night. She had forgotten to talk to Peter about it. Well, when he comes back she would just have to have a long discussion with him about his manners, before they leave to go to breakfast. She didn't want to be embarrassed in front of all those people again.
End ch. 9
Well, how was that chapter. I thought it was kind of dull, but that could just be me. Please R&R and tell me if I'm right. PPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
The American Adventure!
Ch. 9 The Dream!
Wendy entered her quarters, after saying goodnight to Adam, surprised not to find Peter there again. Where could he be she thought. Was he really that mad for what happened at dinner? Hoping he would show up sooner or later she got ready for bed.
She blew out the light of the candle and climbed into her little bed. She laid there awake for probably almost an hour waiting for Peter, but she slowly grew tired and drifted off into the dream world.
DREAM
Wendy was standing alone on some weird planet. If she looked to her right she saw the large planet of earth. If she looked to her left she saw the twinkling of the second star to the right that led on to Neverland. Wendy suddenly felt herself rising from the ground. It wasn't like flying for she had no control. She just rose into the air and stopped quite a ways from where she was last standing. She had to pick where she wanted to go.
Did she want to go back to Neverland? The world that had adventure, new lost boys, fairies, mermaids, pirates to fight, flying, never growing older, and especially Peter Pan.
OR
Did she want to return back to her home on earth? Earth had everything she loved. It consisted on her family, her friends, growing up, becoming a novelist, meeting her true love, having children of her own, and now her new friend Adam.
She looked back and forth at each destination, not knowing what to do. Not knowing where she wanted to go. Then she was falling. Falling back to the ground of the weird planet, where she was sure she would crash into the ground and die.
She screamed.
END DREAM
Peter entered the room about an hour after he saw the light go out. He was sure Wendy was asleep by now and didn't want to wake her. So he shut the door lightly and floor up to the ceiling. Peter had let Wendy have the bed for he was fine sleeping in the air or on the ceiling. He was just making himself comfortable and he heard a small shriek come from Wendy. She was tossing and turning in her sleep like she was having a bad nightmare. He flew down to her and just watched her for a moment. Even though she was five years older now, she still looked almost the same way the first night he had eyed her in her sleep. Peter then looked towards the objects that hung from her neck. You could still see his kiss clearly but now there was something added. It was the other kiss. He looked at it and could tell it was much prettier then the acorn he had given to Wendy. Peter was about to touch it with his finger to see if it was tough enough to stop an arrow, when suddenly Wendy jumped from her sleep and gave a yell.
Wendy: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
That caught Peter off guard and he flew back quickly hitting his way back into the other wall.
Wendy sat up breathing heavily as sweat soaked her skin.
Peter: Wendy, are you all right?
Wendy squinted her eyes and saw Peter now floating above her bed with a concerned look on his face.
Wendy: Peter, your back!
Peter: Of course I'm back. I said I wouldn't leave you.
Wendy smiled.
Peter: Are you o.k?
Wendy: Yes, I just had a bad dream.
Peter: Want to talk about it?
Wendy: That's alright, I really don't remember much about it. But if you don't mind Peter, will lay here with me just incase I have another.
Peter was stunned at her request, but didn't say anything. He would do anything for Wendy to keep her happy and safe.
Peter: If you wish it.
He flew down and laid himself on the other side of the bed. They laid there in silence for the longest time just staring up at the bare black ceiling. Wendy was half asleep when Peter started to talk to her.
Peter: Wendy?
Wendy: Ya?
Peter: Do you still like my kiss?
Wendy barely had her eyes open. Wendy: Of course.
Peter: Do you still like my kiss better then the one from that man?
Wendy: What?
Peter: Wendy, I saw the man named Adam give you a kiss.
Wendy smiled sleepily.
Wendy: Peter, that wasn't a kiss, but only a gift.
Peter: Are they not the same thing?
Wendy: No, a kiss is way more special then a gift.
Peter had to smile then for he was greatly satisfied with that answer.
Peter: Well good then. Good night Wendy.
Wendy: Good Night Peter.
They both fell soundly to sleep in each others arms.
THE NEXT MORNING
Wendy opened her eyes after a good night sleep and just stared. She had woken up in the arms of Peter with her head resting on his shoulder. She slowly scooted away to the edge of the bed. How unladylike it was for how they slept last night. With the sudden motion, Peter awoke.
Peter: Mornin dear Wendy!
Wendy: Um...Good morning!
Peter: Is something wrong?
Wendy: How did we come too the sleeping arrangement last night.
Peter: Don't you remember. You had a bad dream and asked me to lay with you incase you had another.
Wendy now remembered asking Peter that, but she didn't remember having the dream.
Wendy: Oh yeah. I must have not been thinking clearly last night. Peter: Why do you say that?
Wendy: It's just not appropriate for a young women and a BOY to sleep in the same bed together.
Peter: Well, you asked me, so it's not my fault.
Wendy: Your right it's not. Let's just drop the subject for now. I better change for breakfast.
She stood up and put her robe around her. Peter also stood up and stretched. He then headed for the door to give Wendy some privacy.
Peter: I will be back in a few minutes.
Wendy: Alright Peter.
Peter left.
Wendy started to get dressed when she suddenly remembered about how dinner went last night. She had forgotten to talk to Peter about it. Well, when he comes back she would just have to have a long discussion with him about his manners, before they leave to go to breakfast. She didn't want to be embarrassed in front of all those people again.
End ch. 9
Well, how was that chapter. I thought it was kind of dull, but that could just be me. Please R&R and tell me if I'm right. PPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!