Wendy, pestered and already bursting with anger, threw her pillow toward the window. She noticed her target had not beenmissed, so she ran to it, but she herself had not reached the window in time to take hold of the pillow. She watched it descend itself to the street, "What have I done..." she murmured.
It was not her intention at all to have lost her pillow. She was awfully upset, because of Peter.
Wendy looked up at the second star to the right and quickly looked away from it. Right now her only goal was to forget all thoughts of the boy who could fly.
He could not understand love, he could not understand emotion, he could not understand her. Was it so hard to admit he missed her in all the time he was away, somehow she felt that he had really deserved the way she had treated him, but then again she regretted it all.
The sky was dark, and the stars were lit so brightly, that any other forms of light were not necessary in any household. Leaning her head against the window pane, Wendy thought over and over about Peter. He was handsome, but he was awfully clueless. He had no such idea that Wendy felt anything for him. "How stupid," she thought, "I have fallen in love with a boy who has no idea of it. How stupid."
Maybe it wasn't love though, maybe it was just a childish thought that was meant to be erased completely from her mind. She left the sight of the sky, wishing she could fly down to the street and retrieve her pillow, but no happy thoughts revolved around her mind and she needed pixie dust of course.
Reaching the stairs, Wendy regretted even thinking about leaving her house, her mother would definitely not allow it. Slowly she crept down the stairs, no sight of her mother in place. She was barefoot and the icy cold ground beneath her would cause her to shiver to death. Turning the doorknob, she looked back once more, reassuring herself noone was around. She opened the door and deceased her home, already there were piles of whit, fluffy snow laying on the ground. Dodging the piles, she made her way to thepillow far ahead of her. She was surprised at how far she had managed to thrust it from her bed. As she grabbed it, she held it tightly with both hands to her chest, it was soft and comforting to her bosom.
Wendy was beginning to develop her curves, but for now none of them stood out as much as they would someday when she was a complete woman. Her grimace was beginning to look somehow more beautiful and sophisticated She would someday become a beautiful, charming young lady, (not that she already wasn't).
She walked toward the door of her home. Entering the living room she realized her father sitting on the sofa holding up his newspaper. "Father, what are you doing here... At home?" Wendy asked, frightened of what was to come.
Mr. Darling held down his newspaper, he studied Wendy, who was shivering and who's hair was sticking up, and feet wet and quite smudged with dirt, and not to mention the funniest detail of all, she was holding a pillow.
"Wendy, what a mess! Where have you come from dressed in your nightgown, and holding a pillow?" Mr. Darling's facial expression was suddenly frightening, his face turned red and it was obvious he was preparing to yell for his wife. "Mary!!!!!" (What did I tell you?) The house rumbled with the voice of Mr. Darling, Mrs. Darling came running into the room quite afraid.
"George, what in the world is the matter?" Mrs. Darling took notice of Wendy standing before her husband, rather surprised she said, "Wendy, where have you been?"
"Mother.... I-I was getting.... My... Pillow."
"Your pillow!! Well what did you do, throw it out of your window!" Mr. Darling yelled in an outrage.
"George not so loud the neighbors will hear, and you don't want to frighten the children." Mrs. Darling took hold of Mr. Darling's shoulder.
"Mother, father, I accidentally dropped it from my window. I'm sorry." Wendy hadn't realized what a mess she looked like.
"You expect me to believe that, Wendy how do explain your feet and your hair and-and, well... If I didn't know any better I'd say that were a savage! How embarrassing, my daughter going out to get her pillow, which she dropped somehow, and looking like that!"
"George, let's not get carried away here, it's not something to punish her for."
"I think it is, Mary! Do you know how hard I work at the bank all day, and all of it I do for all of my family. But there's always somebody here to upset me, and can you guess who that is, Wendy?!"
"George! That's quite enough! Leave Wendy alone, I'll take care of her later, right now I want you to calm your temper down."
"Mary, I don't need to!"
"George, do it for the children!"
Mr, Darling took deep breaths, and looking back and forth from Wendy to his wife, he said, "Alright! Alright! I need to go rest, excuse me." He reached for his newspaper and stuffed it under his arm, ignoring his daughter, he pecked his wife's cheek with a kiss and walked up the stairs.
Wendy was left with her mother alone. "Mother, I promise you it was an accident I-,"
"Wendy, it's alright, you and I both know your father's reactions. I don't agree at all that you should be punished, but please try to remember not to present yourself to your father in such a manner, and no more sneaking out like that, alright?"
"Yes, thank you mother."
Mrs. Darling smiled softly and looked Wendy over, "Wendy, but I've got to admit you do look like quite a savage." Mrs. Darling laughed out loud.
Wendy giggled along with her mother, she went over to her and hugged her. "Wendy, why don't I prepare you a bath, you go get ready."
"Alright." Wendy walked upstairs toward her room, "This night hadn't turned out so bad had it?"she thought.
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"Tink!!!!!!" Walking through the forest Peter squalled out, "Tink!!!!!!"
Was she trying to hide from him? "Tink!!!! Come out, come out wherever you are!!" Standing with his hands on his hips he looked all around, "Tink!!!! Come on, we've gotta go deliver this... Thing.." Peter studied the object that he held within his hand, "What is this anyways?" he murmured. Realizing that it was a dark shaded jar, Peter said, "Wow! I'd like to have this delivered to me. Which is why I 've gotta hurry and actually get this delivered, Tink come on let's go!!!!" He looked up at the trees, it was much to silent, but in the deep, deep distance the sound of jingling bells could be heard. "Tink alright already, I'll just leave this jar right here and you'll deliver it when you're.. Ready." Peter settled the jar onto the ground. He backed away and prepared for his departure.
A shooting ball of glowing light shot across the forest floor, meanwhile attempting to lift the heavy jar. Peter turned around in delight, "I knew it! Ohhhhh, Tinkerbell!!" Peter's eyes followed the proceeding ball of light, he ran after it and took off into the air. Meanwhile Tinkerbell headed toward the sky, Peter who had stopped in her path, was enjoying this chase. Tinkerbell collided with Peter's chest, rubbing her head she made her move to get away, but Peter's hand moved quickly, grasping the fairy in his hand. "Tink, are you ignoring me?" he held her up to his face, so her grimace was within an inch away from his.
Tinkerbell dropped her head and rolled her eyes, giving the impression that she had passed out "Tink, you're not fooling me. Are you ignoring me?"
Again Tink rolled her eyes and sighed deeply, she managed to squeeze her arm out of Peter's hand, motioning him to turn his ear to her. She whispered something in some maunder and waited for a response. "You're ignoring me because of that? Why?"
Again rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms and whispered in Peter's ear, seeming annoyed by all of his demand's. "It seems to me that you were jealous of Tigerlily. Just because she asked you to ask me if I would feast with her tribe tonight, doesn't mean you should be jealous, Tink. Besides Tigerlily and I are just friends."
Tink shook her head and squeezed the rest of her body out of Peter's hand, she stuck out her tongue and made a snobby face. Peter giggled and flew after her. "Tink, I think we should feast with Tigerlily's tribe. In fact after we deliver this jar, let's pay a visit to her." Peter landed on the forest ground and took hold of the jar again, but soon after took off.
Mortified by the thought of both princess Tigerlily and Peter together, Tinkerbell let Peter take lead of the path, she would have to think up a plan to prevent this encountering between the two.
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The curtains hanging down beside the window were closed tightly, within the dark room there was Wendy sitting cross-legged on her bedside, chatting with her mother.
"Oh mother that would be great! When could we go? It'd be so delightful." Wendy's eyes lightened up with felicity, her dripping, wet hair hung down her robe as she grabbed a lock of it and curled it around her finger. Mrs. Darling smiled widely at her daughter, wonderful thoughts revolving her mind, she loved her children dearly. This year she was thinking of taking them all ice skating for the first time in their lives.
"It would be wonderful wouldn't it? Oh Wendy, when Christmas arrives this year the boys will be bursting with joy when they find out about ice skating."
Wendy pondered over the thought of ice skating, it reminded her about the song her family sang every year, 'Dashing through the snow, on a one horse open sleigh. O'er the fields we go, laughing all the way. Ha! Ha! Ha!' Wendy eyes brightened up with joy of the coming season.
She remembered the wonderful memories the nursery beheld, she sure missed it. This room was so plain, and much too boring, (Yucky!) There was nothing interesting painted on the ceiling, and the walls were painted dark purple, unlike the nursery, who's ceiling had the image of a cloudy, blue sky, and who's walls were painted a light blue. A blue that reminded Wendy of the skies on a sunny bright day. There was only a wardrobe closet and a vanity to accompany the bed and window in Wendy's new room.
"Wendy," Mrs. Darling snapped Wendy back into reality, "I think I'll be leaving you now, the boys are awaiting their baths, oh right they hate them." Mrs. Darling giggled and left her daughter's bedroom, her giggles echoed out in the hall.
Wendy grabbed the towel hanging over her bed, she dried her hair slowly, and shook it violently, sprinkling water into all directions. After finishing the process, Wendy spread open her curtains, revealing the moon-light lit sky. "Wow!" she said in aw. "How beautiful..."
Wendy remembered the event that had taken place earlier that evening. She had been held in Peter's very arms, yet she couldn't have been unhappier. He seemed to have missed her, but when he had his chance to state it, he screwed it up. Was it so hard to admit his feelings? He had gotten what he had wanted from her, she accepted his offer of going off with him, even though he gave no explanation of where he was taking her, she trusted him. He repaid her by breaking her heart, and now her heart was in need of big repairs, her heart needed love and caring in order to heal, Peter wouldn't ever give her that, would he? She wished he would come back, and all would be forgiven.
Deep inside of her there was a hidden fantasy, a fantasy she had wished for since the very beginning. There was hope that this was possible, there had been many a time when Peter had revealed that he cared for her.
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Peter held Wendy in his arms, gazes locked. They floated gracefully in mid-air, Wendy's wide smile revealed all excitement, her eyes were lit up with pure joy and happiness. Peter's cocky grin exposed his handsome features, and it was obvious his attention was focused but only on his Wendylady. Peter spun her around only once and gently pulled her closer to his body, both shining eyes glistening brightly for one another, and for once Peter's childish side was far from obvious.
The sky was nothing but blue, the stars were all but specks compared to the brightness of the moon. All animals had vanished within their homes, in trees, burrows, bushes, and nests. There was nothing to disturb the roving couple, the silence was not frightening, but beautiful and calming. The moment was endless and exhilarating.
As the minutes passed Peter remained silent, but his actions showed his care for Wendy, he cuddled her closely and smiled at her softly, comforting all of her, showing her that he strongly cared about her feelings, showing that he enjoyed this moment as much as she did.
Wendy smiled back, she blushed now and then. Her grip tightened around Peter's hands, but he didn't seem to be annoyed by this, and as he neared her body to his, she didn't refuse. She layed her head on his shoulder, her eyes fluttered shut and she felt shielded and protected. He would rub her fingers as he held his grip on them, and now and then he would grab a lock of her hair and hold it within his fingers, admiring it.
Then the moment came when he whispered softly in her ear, "Wendy, I have heard of love once before, I do understand it, and I think I feel it."
Wendy raised her head slowly, she looked deeply into his eyes and whispered, "I think I feel it too."
Both Peter and Wendy held their stares at one another for a long moment. It was all perfect. Peter drew nearer to Wendy's face and he gently pressed his lips against hers, the moment was nerve-racking for Wendy, meanwhile it would be nerve-racking as well for Peter, but it was soft and tender, and it included something far more important than any other emotion , love.
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Tears streamed down Wendy's cheek, she looked out the window, staring upon the second star to the right. She had realized something incredible,
this time it was all so clear, there was no doubt about it, "Peter, I truly do love you..."
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Author's Note: Hello!! I'm so sorry I took so long to update, really, could you somehow manage to fit into your schedules' to forgive me? Well I hope you're enjoying my story so far, I'm planning to include more of Peter and Wendy, together. Yay! Well please keep reviewing, it makes it so much easier to keep writing. Bye!!