A/N: I am so, sooo sorry to anyone who's reading this for not updating in forever. You see, my computer became ill with this stupid virus (at about the same time I got sick, weird huh?) that messed up the keyboard. It would scroll up and down with the arrow keys, It would skip lines as usual with the enter key, All the locks would go on, But the ninnyful thing wouldn't type. But now it is fixed so I shall be happy now, tee-hee. Enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: Me no owny Peter Pan.


Julie sat staring at her plate. She had been at Margaret's house for a few hours and was already getting bored. They began with a tour of the house. A few guest bedrooms, a nursery, a parlor—nothing unusual. Julie was relived when they finally sat down to dinner. The day was near ending.

"So, how's it been Margaret? Everything working out all right?" Julie's mother asked between swallows.

"I'm fine, but just last year Peter came." Margaret started. Julie nearly choked on her food. The lady had the same imaginary friend as her mom!

"Oh! How is he?"

"He's fine, but he just found out about, you know..."

"It's so sad that he doesn't want to grow up. He's missing so many things and so many people!" Said Julie's mom.

Julie slowly chewed her food. "Smart kid. Growing up is stupid. You have to work," Julie thought. She resumed to her regular eating pace and tried to ignore the other eaters' conversation. This was all to stupid for her.

Julie's mom wiped her face with her napkin soiled with bits of the dinner. "That was wonderful Margaret!" she chimed. "You are marvelous chef." She stood up and pushed her chair in. "I must say, I'm all tired out. Do you mind us going to bed now?"

"Not at all, it's getting late." Margaret replied and also pushed in her chair.

Julie belched.

"Julie, Say 'excuse me,'" Her mother shouted. "I'm so sorry, she seems to have forgotten her manners," She apologized to Margaret.

"Hm," Margaret mused and beckoned for her guests to follow her down the hallway. "You can sleep in here, and Julie can sleep in the nursery," Margaret said, opening a guest room door.

"Mom, why do you guest a guest room and I—"Julie moaned, but was cut off by her mom covering her mouth with her cold hand.

"I stayed in the nursery when I was little and you will stay there too." She said

"And I too," Margaret added.

"Fine!" Julie shouted and stomped across the hallway into the nursery. She tripped over a rocking horse standing clumsily on one rocker and clumsily lunged into the bed, face first. She took a deep breath but started coughing after breathing in the bedspread's dust acquired after years without use. Julie sat up and looked at her surroundings as well as she could, although the darkness the night brought masked many of the objects in there.

Julie got up and brushed her hand against the walls looking for the light switch. On her journey there she tripped over a few things—a bowl full of thimbles, an old hat, a teddy bear, soap, &c. "Ha! She shouted when she finally found the switch and flipped it up. Nothing happened.

"What?" She began flipping the switch up and down frantically. Being here was bad enough. Her mom not letting her go punk was bad enough. Both of those combined were bad enough. But in the dark, oh, that was much worse. "Be that way!" She shouted at the light bulb hanging from the ceiling and stormed across the room and tore open the windows in hope for extra light. The full moon lit up the once dark room.

"That'll do for now." Julie said and sat back down on her bed. A slight breeze blew causing the curtains to sway dreamily. "Guess I'm more tired than I thought," Julie yawned and placed her head on the pillow and threw the blanket over herself.

Suddenly, a loud hoot of what seemed to be an owl woke Julie from her dreamy state. She jumped out of bed, grouchy with sleepiness and screeched out of the window, "SHUT UP!" Julie smiled as the noise stopped. "Stupid birds, that's much better."

She turned back from her window to get to her bed, but on her way back she noticed her shadow no longer stood alone. "Huh?" She turned around and found herself face to face with a young boy of about her own age. Julie stood speechless with fear.

"Hullo Samantha. Are you ready to go?" The boy placed his hand on her shoulder. "Well?"

Julie stood stiff in the moonlight. Samantha was her mother's name. What did this boy want with her mom? Could he be...? "No, I mustn't think that," Julie said out loud and closed her eyes. "Just count to ten, and he'll be gone. It's all in my head"

"What is?" the boy asked and nudged Julie's shoulder for her to turn around. She did. "Hey! You're not my mother!"

"No, I'm not." Julie said. "Who are you?"

"I'm Peter Pan!" He said proudly and puffed out his chest.

"Oh no. I'm catching that disease. I see Peter the Pumpkin eater just like my mom and Margaret," Julie thought and started throwing everything within reaching distance at Peter—a few pillows, the bear, and the thimbles.

"Thanks for the kiss! I haven't had one in a long time."

"You freak! I didn't give a kiss!"

"Then what's this?" Peter asked holding up a thimble that Julie had thrown at him. "Does this mean you're gonna fly to Neverland with me?"

Julie stared at the boy for a split second as her mind tried to catch up with what was going on. She searched in her for all the stories her mother had told her, the lost boys, fairies, and kisses: thimbles equal kisses. Julie blushed, "Oh, that kiss, well..."

Peter, ignoring Julie's words, grabbed her arm and dragged her unceremoniously to the open nursery window. "Come. Neverland. NOW," Peter demanded.

"How can I get to a place that dosen't exist?" Julie protested.

"You use pixie dust. Here," Peter thrust a glowing golden bag into the girl's open hands.

Julie was overcome with curiosity. She slowly untied the knot keeping the bag closed and peered inside. She was amazed to see shining dust of every color imaginable and more. Julie absent mindedly grabbed a fistful of the dust and dumped it on her head. Suddenly Julie felt like she never felt before. She felt giddy, innocent, and lightheaded. "Now I have the hair color I've always wanted!" She giggled and danced around the room.

Peter reached out his hand. "Come with me. You can come and stay with me forever, be my mother Julie."

"Hey how do you know what my name is?" Asked Julie in a hollow, dazed voice.

"I just do. Now take a deep breath and believe in yourself like you've never believed, and jump."

Julie peered down at her feet, her toes hanging over the ledge of the window. She stood there silently for what seemed like eternity. Peter stared at her curiously.

"Well..."

"Why not?"


So that's chapter the second. I kind of tweaked Julie's personality a bit to seem more rude and less rebel, but hey, it's early enough in the story to do that. Or you can say that she's both like I do. Please read and review, but also don't call me a ninny as to the fact that it hurts my feelings, I think...actually I don't think. Hope you enjoyed it so far.

Oh and Magicall Me, I agree (It rhymes!). I am insane.