Author's Note: Hello everyone, I finally was able to update my story. Since Spring Break is over now I was preoccupied with school and my Rachel Hurd-Wood fan site. Tell you ahead of time I had to rush my typing so sorry for any grammar and spelling, thanks for your reviews. And a heads up, its mainly happy but the end of the chapter is...


Chapter 4 The Changes One Makes

There, near the home underground was a small wooden house made of branches and twigs with a cute little chimney. It was a quaint little house but no one lived there anymore. The only person who ever visited that house now was Peter Pan when he needed a place to cry when he was feeling sad and lonely, it always gave him comfort reminding him of someone special who was so far away.

That so happened to be where the fairies placed him, inside the little house that once belonged and built for no other then Wendy Darling.

The boy was sleeping but in a deep dream that was not a pleasant one for he was crying in his sleep. The golden boy woke up with a scream escaping his devilish lips. He flew up banging his head up on the ceiling roof crying ouch in a brief pained moment more out of confusion.

He stood up this time and still somehow managed to bump his head up on the roof.

"What!" yelled Peter. He then realized he was much to big for the little house and found himself crawling out through the front door. He scrambled up on his feet and stared down at the house rather then up.

He had grown taller then the house and could feel the changes and senses in his body. Peter forgot about the wish he made to the fairies and all he could think of right now was the dream he had about Wendy and the sea's tide engulfing them into chaos. He was frightfully scared of his Wendy moving on but now his new fear was how he had grown.

He hurried to his home underground and tried to slip through his hidden passage but he was too large! He struggled to squeeze himself down but nothing happened, disbelief crossed Peter's face and he stood there in shock. This had never happened to him before.

But this did not discourage Peter one bit, he cleverly found another tree and worked it to his liking and created a new hidden passage for him to slip into his home. He slipped down and down and down until he reached the bottom and stepped out cockily.

"Oh the cleverness of me," crowed Peter but less child like.

And there waiting for him was his obedient fairy, Tinkerbelle. She had a wondrous light all around her and a dreamy figure, curvy in all the right spots. Tinkerbelle was dazzling.

She was clothed in fine green dress that stopped down to her thighs and it the ends of her dress had triangle cuts. She flew closer to Peter and fairy dust traced her every moment.

Tink was in horror staring at Peter, eyes in denial. He had grown up! Thought Tink to herself. The only feelings Tink felt was of rage, anger, she was furious. She was screaming at him with her bell noises that Peter understood clearly but not any ordinary person could. She was whizzing around him to take in all of him.

"Tink, relax," said Peter. Seeing Tink flying around him like that made him remember his wish. "It's okay Tink, I wished to the fairies for me to grow up."

Tink screamed at Peter saying how he was leaving him.

"Oh but Tink, I am not." declared Peter. He motioned for her to come closer to him and she obeyed. He spoke of secrets in her delicate ears and at first she wasn't happy and then Tink smiled approvingly and Peter smiled back mischievously. What was spoken between the two only they knew, for what did Peter Pan have in store for his Wendy?

Peter flew out of the home underground with Tinkerbelle falling solely behind and up into the morning sky flying by the sunrise over the endless forests. Tink told Peter he must do something about his clothes or else people from London will stare at him so Peter had to take care of some business before he was to come back.

Wendy woke up from her strange dream, her eyes opening with a flash that half expected someone to be hovered up above her about to bang up upon the small chandelier. But to Wendy's dismay there was no one there and the window still locked up tight. She glanced over at her clock and realized the time and fell back lazily into her fluffy bed. It was time to prepare herself for school and Wendy did not want to budge from he comfortable lying possession. She sighed unpleasantly rubbing her head felling a headache come to her. She could vaguely remember her strange dream, all she could remember was the endless ocean but nothing more.

Wendy massaged her head some more and was pondering about Ms. Blooms having to chaperon for Preston and her. Yet when Wendy thought about Preston her thoughts were quite pleasant and all she could think of was his handsome face and wonderful person he was. It was hard to Wendy to imagine someone so close to perfection besides her own mother. Preston still lingering in her thoughts helped motivate Wendy to climb from her bed and throw on her school clothes, a dull gray skirt and plain white blouse and a even plainer worn out gray coat. The coat still kept Wendy warm and made her feel safe.

Just then Wendy heard a loud tumbling and noises outside her door. Wendy could already guess what lay beyond her door. She quickly combed her hair and grabbed he bag and headed out her room.

As Wendy predicted, her brothers were playfully wrestling one another. They were John, Michael, and newest additions to the family, Nibs, Curly, Tootles, and the twins. And of course the wittiest of them all, her cousin slightly. Wendy remembered a time when she would eagerly join them in their carefree jokes and laughing ways. Not anymore tjough, her Aunt Millicent and father wished for her to become a refined lady.

The boys followed Wendy to the breakfast table where Mrs. Darling had already arranged the toast and jam for her children to eat. The sight of food made the boys go wild and all of them charged for the food stealing one another's. Wendy just took hers and nibbled on the bread not feeling her appetite. Mrs. Darling smiled to herself watching the boys so happy.

"Good morning dears" greeted Mrs. Darling smiling ever so lovely. Her hair was pulled back in a fashionable, yet elegant bun.

"Good mother cried the boys out of turn through their stuffed mouths. Wendy said with no food in her mouth.

"Boys," said Mrs. Darling half heartlessly, "Do try to remember your manners. You soon will become a man just like your sister whom is almost a lady"

That was true for Nibs, the oldest was 16 with John and Curly, Slightly, and Tootles 15, and the twins 13 with Michael being the youngest at 12. they all apologized but still stuffing their faces and then kissing their mother goodbye all ready to leave for school.

Wendy kissed her mother goodbye her headache still pounding in her thoughts.

"Something wrong Wendy," asked Mrs. Darling studying her daughter. It seems that a mother always knows when her daughter is being troubled and Mrs. Darling easily noticed there was something troubling her daughter.

"Nothing Mom," replied Wendy who now was at the front dear leaving the Darling residence.

Wendy found herself walking all alone for her brother, and they were already around the corner, Wendy could still hear their laughter though which seemed to worsen her pain.

She arrived at her school and observed who all the other school girls had best friends to chat to, but she had none. To Wendy, she was always use to be boyish and participating and their sports. She much preferred that then gossiping about boys and clothes. Now the point in Wendy's life she did so want a friend who was a girl and discuss about girly things. She felt a new change within her come out all of a sudden, it did not bother her and she welcomed her new wants.

Wendy walked passed the girls that were talking amongst their selves and of course Wendy would be the first one in her classroom for she had no one to talk to other then her brothers and that was not what she was in the mood for. Wendy's face brightened as she noticed Preston striding towards her and he seemed happy too to see her. He wore a loose fighting white shirt and black slacks yet still managed to pull of being charming and handsome. Not even the drably dress code could steal away his strong features.

"Hello Wendy," said Preston placing his arm around her passively. The gesture on his part made Wendy blush and she happily accepted, her headache instantly faded away just as her dram did.

"Why, same to you," answered Wendy trying so hard not to turn a bright prism. "I am allowed to go to the play just as long as Ms. Blooms supervises us. I hope that's alright with you. If not then we don't have to go."

"Of course I still want to go and I don't mind at all, "said Preston wondering to himself how he could be so fortunate to be with a great girl like Wendy. He had always admired Wendy from afar because he loved how she was so adventurous, daring and not caring what the other girls thought of her and that separated her from the rest. To him, she was untouchable. In this moment she was his.

As they walked down the halls with his arm possessively around Wendy's waist many girls peered over with jealous feelings and a select few happy. There was one though who stared at the new and attractive couple with so much jealously that literally her icy blue eyes seemed to glow.

And who might be this girl? It is none other then Whitney, the girl with the most deepest dark blue eyes and one that her body blossomed into womanhood but not her spirit. Whitney was tall and slender but with a lustful figure that nearly every girl dreamed to have and every boy dreamed to be with. Whitney had tamed dark brown hair that seemed to be placed perfect in her every movement. There was a catch though to her beauty, for underneath her deceiving exterior was a heart so cold with hate and malice that could match Captain's Hook. It was quite difficult for one to grasp of a girl being capable to have such ill feelings, but this particular girl was more then capable.

Whitney was fuming inside yet easily had her emotions hidden beneath her icy stare. Preston was the only boy that had ever rejected her, and or that she wanted him even more. Whitney would never have guessed in her lifetime that Preston had eyes for Wendy. But today it was made quite clearly.

The bell rang warningly for the students to rush to their classroom or punishment would soon be followed if one was to be tardy. Wendy and Preston were still deep in their conversation and barely thought much about the bell. Consequently though, when the warning bell rang they quickly ended their conversation.

"I'll see you at launch," stated Preston and before Wendy could react Preston gave her a quick kiss on the check and ran off before Wendy could reply.

Wendy stood there bewildered touching the side of the cheek he had kissed her and that short action gave Wendy all the happiness in the world that she hadn't felt in so long. Good thing that he left too because Wendy was so flustered with joy. Wendy contained herself from skipping to class and instead had to run before she caught the late bell. She seemed to have floated in right before the late bell rang and down to her desk she sat. For once, Wendy was actually the last girl to enter in the classroom.

Mrs. Blooms was up in the front of the classroom and yelled out, "Alright class, settle down and take your seat. Open your books and we will continue from where we last left off." The giggling noises instantly turned into dead silence and everyone opened their book starting their boring lessons.

The hours did not drag by for Wendy as it did for the other girls, especially Whitney whom every now and then gave Wendy cold glares that Wendy didn't even notice. Wendy was to busy doing her schoolwork and thinking of Preston and his kiss. Class finally ended and the girls rushed out of the class thanking the powers up above for having Ms. Blooms class being over for the day knowing they had survived.

Wendy was to exit until Ms. Blooms stopped Wendy in her tracks calling out her name. Wendy turned around in dread wondering to herself what she did wrong this time.

"Yes, Ms. Blooms," said Wendy politely and nervously.

"I would like to have a word with you," announced Ms. Blooms who was seated at her massive desk. Her desk was so tidy and immaculate that all the papers were in order in such proper places. "I hope you don't mind me chaperoning you. I was going to see that play anyways and Preston's family and I are close so I felt obligated to help out "

Wendy relaxed a bit was some what shocked because of Ms. Blooms asking for her approval and explaining to Wendy her reasoning for supervising. "I don't mid at all and thank you."

"You may be dismissed now." And with those last words Ms. Blooms averted her attention to grading her papers. Wendy walked out of the classroom trying to recall what had just happened, Ms. Blooms didn't appear to be so mean to Wendy anymore and seemed to have lost her edge.

Wendy's world seemed to be filled with so much happiness that Wendy couldn't help but think that nothing could turn her world upside down. Andto make matters better, Preston was waiting outside the door for Wendy. When he spotted her he greeted her taking his hand and heading towards the lunchroom.

Wendy and Preston found a table near the window which surprisingly had not been filled. Many students were eyeing the couple and curiosity but none approached and Wendy and Preston don't even pay attention to the onlookers.

Preston gazed admiringly at Wendy. "Did I ever tell you Wendy, that you have such heavenly blue eyes?"

"No," murmured Wendy turning a shade of pink and focused outside of the window to avoid Preston's promising eyes. "Thank you." Preston just chuckled at Wendy's shyness, his affections towards her growing her growing even more. He started on his lunch offering Wendy some but she politely declined even though her stomach was empty.

Wendy was watching the mocking bird up on the branch tentatively. The bird sprung up spreading out its pleasantly grayish white wings and soared its way into the pure clouds. Just the sight of the bird flying made Wendy laugh in delight for it stirred a longing in her that had once been attained. To be able to have freedom of flight and have no care in the world crossed her mind. The other part was arguing how one would not be able to move forward and grow, that was a sad thought to Wendy.

"Wendy," called Preston bringing Wendy back from the window to him.

She placed her eyes on him and saw a hint of want flash in them. Preston leaned in closer to her and Wendy froze knowing what was to come. She did not draw back though but instead inclined her head a bit forward taking his invitation. His lips drew closer and closer almost touching her naturally ruby red lips. Wendy held her breath anticipating the moment when their lips would touch, oh how she desired for a kiss again that would fell like magic. Her breath quickened and so did his. Wendy leaned in just an inch closer and…

Wendy's necklace revealed from under her shirt and slipped out so coincidently interrupting the kiss. It flung out thudding on Preston's white shirt with unseemly power and Wendy snapped back into her seat. She started twirling the necklace around her fingers every now and down spinning the acorn on her chain.

The moment and feelings was ruined.

Preston sat back disappointed folding his muscular arms burning a hole through the table. He looked back up at Wendy questioning, "Did your parents give that to you?"

"No." replied Wendy.

"your Aunt?"

"No,"

"then your brothers?"

"They? Oh no"

"friends?"

"Don't have any."

"I see," said Preston, jealously forming on his face but the feeling soon afterwards faded. He did not pursue the topic anymore sensing that Wendy did not wish to continue.

"Don't worry about this old necklace. It's a childhood gift that I have forgotten to stuff away in my draws," assured Wendy, "What happened in the past in now in the past and I have to move on."

Preston seemed relived and smiled his genuine smile. The lunch bell rang and the cafeteria dispersed until there was only Wendy and Preston. He gave her a kiss on her other cheek, a small kiss of promises of what was to come for the future and Wendy actually kissed him back on the cheek to her surprise. They separated to the classrooms with Wendy slowly walking to her classroom not worrying if she was going to be late.

She found herself taking the acorn necklace off of her, the first kiss that was ever given to her, and finding a garbage bin. Wendy's hand trembled as the action of what she was going to do sickened her. Eventually Wendy found the nerve and threw it in the trash taking flight to her next class not daring to even turn around for she had the fear of finding herself fetching back the kiss and what would come with it. All the past baggage dissolved the moment she released the acorn and Wendy had never felt so new and yet so lost in her life. But it felt right.

In Wendy's distress, she was oblivious of the figure who had all but seen the necklace that was disregarded. Oh no, Wendy did not see that the figure had stolen the necklace out from the garbage concealing it within the pockets.

Wendy was more then tardy to her next class but was only given a warning. Wendy sat in her desk watching out the window again and mysteriously finding the same mockingbird…fallen down dead, a stone lying beside it mockingly and Wendy cried.


Ending Note: What do you think? please let me know and i will probably be updating in a week, who knows. Enjoy!