Chapter 10—Welcome to Neverland

When Peter and Wendy finally reached Neverland, the clouds bloomed a candy pink and the birds sang melodically and enchantingly.

Peter always stayed slightly ahead, turning circles and darting between the clouds. Wendy stayed aloft because of the sheer joy of floating above the ground, being rebellious and carefree.

She thought not of her parents or brothers, nor her friends. Her mind remained only on running away with the boy who stole her kiss. The Kiss.

Perhaps, she realized at a later time, she was not following Peter at all, but her kiss, which had been wrenched from her lips so suddenly.

Tinkerbell jingled joyously, spinning around the sky in a haze of fairy dust and sparkles. When they came in view of the island, Tink took off at such a high speed, it left a buzzing sound in Wendy's ears for minutes afterwards.

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The Lost Boys got quite a fright when Tinkerbell snuck up on them.

She was yellowy gold and grinning. Tootles jumped a hoped loudly, sending a flock of nesting birds out of the trees. The others gathered around.

"Peter's back!" exclaimed Slightly, shoving the others aside and looking upwards. Nibs and Curley picked themselves up off the ground and looked in the direction that Slightly was. Peter and Wendy settled in a nearby tree. No one heard the rustle of the leaves, too intent on the sky and the possibility of their leader returning.

Suddenly, without warning , Peter burst from the foliage ad grabbed the twins around the waist. He dropped them from such a height that Wendy screamed in terror, except that Peter caught them before they hit the mossy earth.

"Peter Pan!" shouted Wendy, floating down from the tree with her hands on her hips and her face in a grim expression. "What are you doing to those poor boys?"

All the boys, at once, turned to face Wendy.

"Who's the broad, eh Peter?" asked Slightly loudly.

Wendy gasped.

"I am not a broad!" yelled Wendy into the little boy's face.

Slightly wrinkled his nose smugly. "Say it, don't spray it," he hissed.

The two glared.

"Calm down, calm down," said Peter, pacing between them.

Wendy heaved a sigh. "Fine. But the little boy is…" She sighed again, frustrated this time.

Slightly drew himself up to his full height of four foot, nine inches, and pointed to himself squarely in the chest. "I am nearly one hundred and fifty years old. I am not a little boy!"

Slightly stuck his tongue out.

"Now, now," began Peter in his most grown-up voice, "let's not argue. We should be welcoming Wendy. We shall build her a house!"

All the boys but Slightly cheered loudly and hurried off to get building materials. Wendy tried to protest, insisting that a house was not necessary, but they paid no heed and went about singing as they built.

Halfway in Peter held up a large, round wooden nail and exclaimed loudly, "Who brought this?"

"I did Peter," said one of the twins apologetically. "But The Home Depot was closed and I couldn't very well break in and steal some."

Peter thought about this for a second and, without answering the twin's apology, went back to work.

When they were done the roof was slanted and the windowpanes cracked along the edges. The wooden door hung off its hinges and the chimneys bricks were close to crumbling point. She was to live in this mess of a home.

But the boys smiled hopefully and Wendy grinned and exclaimed that it was the finest little house she ever did see. The cheered again and ran into the forest, where they gathered flowers and handed them to her in a mismatched bouquet.

Peter sat in the back, grinning mildly and watching the boys and Wendy. But before he could fly over and join the festivities, he was pulled from behind and hit over the head. Smee and Noodler carried Peter Pan's unconscious body towards the Jolly Roger.

End Chapter

Yeah, I know I've been slow with the updates, and I'm sorry. As you can see, there are adventures ahead for our heroes! Please review!

Shoutouts:

Once again, I have no shoutouts, but this is because I am in a hurry and have to get offline as soon as possible. I don't know who said it, but I make Wendy mean because I just don't like her.