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Chapter 2: A Birthday Surprise

Panic raced through her as Wendy looked at the shadow outside of her window. She couldn't tell anything about the person, but all she knew was that her bedroom was on the second floor.

Curiosity won over fear as she swung her legs over the side of the mattress and inched her way towards the window. The figure tapped on the glass gently, and then, to see if Wendy was coming, they pressed their face up against it.

When Wendy realized who it was, disappointment filled her. She pulled open the window and was greeted by the smiling face of her next door neighbor as he stood on one of the top rungs of a ladder propped against the outside of the window frame.

"Hey, Sam." She said to him in a thwarted voice.

"Well, hi to you too, neighbor." Sam's sarcasm was evident. "I'm just as excited to see you." Wendy laughed at him and took his hand as he climbed through the window frame into her bedroom. This wasn't the first time he had made a late night visit to her, all though it had been at least a year since the last one had taken place. (All encounters between them are totally innocent.) Samuel Baker was her flamboyant, eighteen year-old neighbor. They had known each other practically since infancy and had always been the best of friends. He was a loud, obnoxious, ball of energy contrasting nicely with her conservative, shy personality.

"What are you doing here? It's almost midnight." She asked smiling. Thank goodness she had decided to wear her thick, baggy flannel pajamas that night instead of a flimsy night dress. She would die of embarrassment in Sam saw her in one of those.

"That's exactly it, my friend. I want to be here when you turn eighteen." He smiled sweetly. Then he turned and leaned back out of the window. When Sam came back in, he was holding a plastic grocery bag.

"What's that?" She asked coyly, knowing that it was going to be some sort of birthday present. Sam was always so thoughtful.

He blushed slightly and walked towards her desk, where he cleared away some of the text books and papers. From the bag he withdrew a small cake with white frosting and colored sprinkles. On the cake was the message, "Happy Birthday Wendy!" in dark blue gel frosting. He took the plastic lid off of the cake and then put a candle in the shape of an "18" right in the center of the cake. Then he removed two plastic forks from the bag and handed one to her.

Wendy found herself almost in tears as she took the fork from his hand. "Thank you, Sam." She managed and then gave him a hug.

"Well, I would light the candles, but I think the smell of melting wax might wake up your parents, so…"

"No, it's perfect." She smiled. Sam blushed again.

"In two minutes we can eat." He laughed.

"I can hardly wait." Wendy said dryly. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Are you still all worried about being eighteen? Wendy, it's just a number; it doesn't mean anything. I'm eighteen and I get along just fine." He scolded.

"I know. I just feel…old." Sam laughed at her again.

"You're only as old as you feel."

"Enough with the cornball lines; they've never helped anyone feel better."

"It's true though. My dad is forty-six and he relates to some of our friends better than I can." He answered. Wendy let out a frustrated sigh.

"That's irrelevant." She answered stubbornly.

"No it's not. It's a valid point." Sam sounded so smug. "And things didn't really change for me when I turned eighteen. I still feel the same. It just means I can legally buy cigarettes now. Which if you think about it isn't all that great anyways, 'cause I don't smoke." He laughed. Wendy shook her head.

"Whatever." She laughed at him. He was annoyingly sensible sometimes. "Has it been two minutes yet?" Sam looked down at his watch and smiled.

"Wait for it…" A few more seconds ticked on by. "Wait for it…" Another few seconds. "Wait for it…Okay, Happy Birthday, Wendy." He smiled. They hugged and then Sam waited for the birthday girl to have the first bite of cake. She took a particularly large bite and was delighted to find that it was her favorite: white cake with butter cream frosting. Yum!

It only took the two about fifteen minutes to devour the entire cake. They were left feeling very energetic because of all of the sugar, and very full. Unfortunately, however, they heard somebody walking down the upstairs hallway, and Sam thought it an opportune time to make a quick getaway. Neither Mr. nor Mrs. Fletcher would be very happy to find Sam in their daughter's room in the middle of the night.

So Sam collected the trash from the cake in his handy grocery bag and started the descent down the ladder.

"Thank you." Wendy called down to him once he had reached the lawn. Sam smiled in response and began folding the ladder up before disappearing across the street in his own house.

Wendy sat at the window thinking for a while. Was she really eighteen? Maybe it was like Sam said: age is only a number. She certainly didn't feel any different. She was still good ol', reliable Wendy Marie Fletcher.

"What?" Wendy woke from her sleep. She starred around and found that she had been sleeping with her head resting on the window ceil. It was still dark out, but she could see the sun starting to rise off in the distance. Then last night, or rather that morning, came to her and she remembered that she was eighteen now. She smiled to herself, and then realized that someone had woken her. She looked outside again, but no ladder was propped against her window, nor was anyone in sight. Wendy turned around, but nobody was in her bedroom either. That was really strange. She could have sworn that somebody had shook her shoulder, and then something bright and sparkling had dashed out of sight. Maybe she was just dreaming.

She stood up and closed her window before consulting her clock for the time. It was only about five and she didn't have school or any other plans that morning so she hopped into her bed to go back to sleep.

Then she heard tapping on the glass of her window. It was probably Sam again. Exhaustion overcame her, but nonetheless she got out of bed to see what he wanted. "What now, Sam?" She groaned before she even had the window open all the way.

"What's a Sam?" The person that met her gaze was definitely not Sam. It was a boy with redish-brown, shaggy hair and brilliant green eyes. His apparel was green and organic looking upon first glance until you realized the shorts and shirt was indeed made of large, broad leaves. The boy looked like he had been rolling around in a pile of dirt, and he grinned at Wendy goofily. What appeared to be a golden bauble speed around his head, tugging on his hair, his ear lobes, and his clothes.

"Who are you?" She asked surprised. The boy grinned even wider, revealing his amazingly white teeth, and apparently thinking that the answer to Wendy's question was quite obvious.

"Of course, I'm Peter Pan." He snorted.

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Madizon