Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan, or any of the characters. I do own my story, and some characters I make up. Some tidbits of the movie will and may pop up and times (i.e. quotes, scenes, places, people, etc.). Like I said, I don't own Peter Pan, the Lost Boys, Tinker Bell, Captain Hook, Never Land, the Jolly, Roger, or any of that good stuff. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Summary: In the story entitled, 'Boys Don't Cry', the great-grandniece of Wendy Darling is taken to Never Land, only to experience a life-changing experience(s). Peter Pan himself, also, learns a few lessons on love, hate, and the facts of life. (I didn't want to give any of it away.)

BOYS DON'T CRY

By: CBabii1190

Chapter 1: Boy with the Bright Green Eyes

" 'Peter! You won't forget me…will you?'

'Me? Forget? Never.' Peter began to fly off.

'Peter!" I cried, 'will you come back?'

'To hear stories…about me!" he retorted coolly. I smiled at the young boy, so full of wit and pride, his bright green eyes sparkling with excitement. His smile faded, and he waved one final wave good-bye, as did I, and he sped off into the darkening sky, leaving behind me, and his beloved Lost Boys. I did not see Peter Pan again, but I knew he would come back someday, for someone."

"Did you mind much?" I asked.

"No. Because, like I said, I knew he would forget, but someday he will remember me, and try to bring me back to Never Land, only to find me a grown woman, with a family of my own, and a husband whom I dearly love. I know he will be sad, but see you, lovely, and come for you and take you off to see his world and take you on great adventures, as I did. But be warned; never say you want to grow up or go home."

"Why?" I asked again.

"Because, my dear, Peter Pan will shun you out, and want you to return home, not knowing or caring about what happens to you on the way there, only hiding back his true feelings, and later breaking your heart. Peter Pan is a sly one, with good looks, and charm, and he can break your heart in two if you are not careful." I looked down at the white satin sheets which covered my legs. Great Aunt Jane always told of such stories, about this young boy and his daring adventures in Never Land. She tells of the stories of her aunt, my great grandaunt, whom was the first in the Darling Family to go on such adventures. Then Great Aunt Jane was picked to go to Never Land with Peter Pan again, and so was her niece, etc. Great Aunt Jane tells me that I am the next in lone to be picked by Peter Pan to be sent to Never Land.

"Great Aunt Jane, when do you believe Peter will come for me?" I asked. I was not really looking forward to some strange boy to come and take me to a forest, but it would always be nice to have a new story to tell among my friends.

"Soon, my dear. Very soon."

"But, how can you tell whether he is even going to come at all, Auntie?"

"Because Cat, he comes just a week before every niece's birthday. He came a week before your great great aunt's 13th birthday, a week before my 13th, a week before your aunt's 14th, and you are soon to be 15, so he will be coming soon."

"He is pretty smart for a young boy, isn't he?"

"Yes, my dear, he really is." Great Aunt Jane leaned over the side of my bed, and kissed me on the forehead. She was the best at telling stories. Even though I am 14, I enjoy listening to a good story now and then, and I could always count on my Auntie Jane to tell them. My mum was O.K. at telling stories, but they are all stories of her boring childhood in Kensington. I love listening to Aunt Jane's riveting tales of her days in Never Land and fighting by the side of Peter Pan. Her tales of Indians, mysterious mermaids, and horrific pirates were always thrilling to me.

"Good night, Auntie. Thank you." I said sleepily.

"Good night, dear. If I don't see you tomorrow, I shall know why." I chuckled.

"Very funny," I said while yawning, and shutting my eyes. Aunt Jane flicked out the lights, and I snuggled closer to my pillow, daydreaming about Peter Pan.

Dream:

"Hello, Peter." I whispered into the ear of a handsome boy, about my age, with sandy blonde curls and dazzling green eyes, and a smile about as wide as the Atlantic. His face was one carved from angels, and his body was that as it was from a Greek god. His eyes pierced mine as our gazes locked. I slowly moved in for a kiss from him. He quickly grabbed me and kissed me tender, but at the same time it was exciting. After he finished kissing me, he flew me over the Jolly Roger, and dropped me off.

"Peter, wait!" I cried, as he flew off into the night, leaving me with the pirates. Suddenly, my Aunt Jane's head appeared before me.

"Peter pan is a sly one, with good looks and charm, and he can break your heart in two if you are not careful." She warned again, but too late. A sword was coming closer to me, and I screamed.

A/N: As you may or may not have guessed, I am hopelessly in love with Jeremy Sumpter. His presentation as Peter brought light to my life, and I was in love at first sight. His baby blue eyes captivated me, and his smile mesmerized me…and that's why I wrote about his looks in depth. LOL.