So begins my story. I do not own any of the characters from Peter Pan. Sorry if this may not follow along with the usual depiction of Peter Pan. This story was intended for a friend, but she never ended up reading it because she didn't have the time so I thought I would post it here. Hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 1.
Emerald globes sparkled and danced in the illumination of the night sky as they filled with mischief. His duplicitous movements through the underbrush and thick, knee-high weeds fascinated and appealed to me at the same time as I followed behind clumsily stumbling with every step.
A joyful melody filled the fields as his whistling merged with my laughter, making a song that was pleasing to the ears and made my spirits dance in a way I felt they would lift me up to roam amongst the stars. Not even the darkness could extinguish the light on his face and his glowing smile. Tossing back a head of midnight curls, he ran over to me as if floating across the grass, and grabbed my hand. I grinned at the feel of his hands, as soft and gentle as my own.
"However does your hands deter the callousness that plagues those who climb trees and perform arduous work?"
"All have their vanities," he shrugged and proceeded to sprint, dragging me along with arms that seemed as frail as my own yet possessed an inward strength much unlike any brawny lad I have come to meet. "We are almost there."
"Oh… we are not going to the woods, are we?" my eyes went wide at the mass of trees we approached and the blackness that awaited us.
"You aren't scared of some woods, are you?" the childish tone I had previously heard came back as if he were a five-year-old teasing another haughtily. "Ah… come on. It ain't like the trees are gonna bite ya or something."
"Ah, but it is rather dark and without an ounce of light to guide us, and how the dark frightens me so!" my own childish ails came and made our fraternizing appeared much like that between two young children deciding to steal the desserts before their suppertime. "You would not make me go. You can't! How dreadful! How utterly dreadful!"
"You girls and your fears," he held his head high. "I would not have half so much bother if I had decided to take a fellow along. I am sure that Matthew and Nicholas would have rather liked to be here. They would have entered the woods."
"If you were to invite my brother and neighbor, I should never talk to you again, and you know it!"
"But, remember, it was you who talked to me first. I could be off mighty fine without the likes of you. What use do I have of a silly girl?"
"And a silly girl I shall remain, but I shall be reasonable where you are not, and take your words of folly in as grown-up a fashion as I can muster. For one of us should be the mature one in this situation."
"Good that it be you, then." he wrinkled his nose at the thought of him being the mature one. "Since I never plan to grow up."
"Indeed, as you often remind us all." I sighed. "But how much fun it would be if you did. Then I wouldn't worry half so much being cross with you and having a jolly good time every now and then like normal acquaintances would. It is only the fact that I know that soon enough you will leave me as you do all of us that keeps me being sensible and not allowing my temper to interfere with our fun."
"That be it only since no one wishes to spend all their time with me."
"But fun and games can only last so long."
"I forget you are being mature," he stuck out his tongue. "I rather like being unreasonable and childish and not giving into such trifles that might fascinate you older folk, but I find it all a bore."
"I know not how I can ever talk sense into that nonsensical head of yours," I giggled and found my maternal voice disappearing as I gave into the juvenile ambiance about me. "Why, you are the youngest of us all, though you be the oldest! However do you expect me to truly get close to you when you try so hard to maintain an infantile demeanor that is impossible to talk pragmatically with? How I want to get to know you, for I have heard such stories. Stories that I never could have imagined, and that every book denies me. Stories that delight and enlighten the soul, bringing back the child in all of us. That is why I called out to you, Peter… it is why I stay with you now and why I trust you. Can you repudiate me without explaining yourself?" my voice grew softer. "What can I do to keep you?"
"Promise me forever," his face grew solemn as he held out one hand to me, as the other directed my attention towards the forest. "Will you join me on the fun?"
"Oh, I do not think I could promise that, but I can promise you this night."
"So I guess I have to settle with that," he grabbed my hand and we began to race into the depths of the woods. "Prepare yourself because this begins your adventures with the notorious Peter Pan!"
