The key to her heart
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"No." She said finally, after around 10 minutes silence, in which Peter had been shooting her odd looks. Suddenly feeling ashamed, she mumbled, 'sorry' How could she have even thought for just one second that she would lie!
"Sorry? What for?" A clueless Peter asked.
"SORRY!" Wendy yelled, bursting into tears and falling into Peter's arms. She felt his grasp on her tighten and she couldn't help but feel comforted. Poor Peter, Wendy thought, he only came to pay her a visit and as soon as he arrives, she bursts into tears. He must be blaming himself...wait, why had he come in the first place?
Wendy slipped out of Peter's grasp, still clutching tightly onto his arms and looked him straight in the eye.
"Why did you come back?"
Peter had always been a bad liar, no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't not be truthful, it was in his nature. That was one of the things she liked about him. He was honest. Peter sighed, rising into the air and settling himself on her bed, fingering the pipes around his neck. Wendy couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed at no longer being held by him.
"I don't really know..." He replied, swinging one leg over her bed and examining his pipes in an idle manner. One look at his face told Wendy that he was telling the truth. He glanced down at her and she gave him a look that clearly allowed him to continue.
"I was in London...I have been for at least 2 years now. And suddenly I decided to go back, I haven't the foggiest idea why, but something told me to stop by your house before I left. Weird how things just jump out at you, isn't it?"
"Yes. Especially in the middle of the night." Wendy said with a small smile, causing Peter to blush. "But, why did you leave Neverland?"
"Oh, I don't think I did really. As you know, time in Neverland is different and I think that the two years I've been gone, has actually only been one day of adventures on the island. So, even though I'd grown up, the lost boys won't have missed me. I left in the first place, because I suddenly realised how much I was missing just staying the same age all the time...after all, there's only a limit to what you can do at the age of twelve, but when you're a teenager. Wow."
Unable to hide her smile, Wendy walked over and sat down beside him, watching as he played a few notes on his pipes. He had changed, there was no doubt about it...not just in personality, but in looks. If he'd been quite cute before, it wasn't even a patch on what he looked like now.
Stop it Wendy, she scolded, you're due to get married in less than a week and you shouldn't be thinking like that. Marriage. Fresh tears began to roll down her cheeks and she turned away, wiping them away un-noticed. Or so she thought.
"Tell me." Peter said. Wendy had never known two words to have such a powerful meaning and such an effect on her. Without meaning to, she found herself pouring out her heart to Peter, telling him about the suitors, Aunt Millicent and even the argument the night before. By the end,the look of laughter on Peter's face had vanished from sight and his mouth was turned into a small frown, every inch of his face radiating thought.
"Come to Neverland."
Wendy's snapped her head around to face Peter, her eyes widened in shock and her mouth hanging open in amazement.
"W-w-what?"
"You heard me." He said, determination evident in his tone. "We can leave this place, go back to how it was before, when we had adventures, fought pirates, went on treasure hunts--"
"Stop...please!" Wendy cried helplessly, covering her ears and closing her eyes, "That was then. Now is now. We can't, I mean, I can't. I need to grow up Peter and the sooner I forget about you and Neverland the better."
Getting to her feet, Wendy blew her candle out and was about to jump into bed, when warm fingers closed around hers. Although she couldn't see him, she could imagine the hurt look on his face.
"Please." His voice pleaded. Wendy took a deep breath, before nodding slowly.
"Okay." She murmured softly, re-lighting her candle and walking confidently over to her wardrobe.
"What?" Peter asked in surprise, obviously expecting her to say no.
"Okay!" She repeated, pulling her clothes off their hangers and throwing them into her suitcase. Enough was enough, she was leaving and this time for good. Wendy shut her suitcase, strapping it securely and making towards the window. 2 things fell down upon her like a tonne of bricks. 2 someones to be more precise.
"Michael and John." She whispered. Peter heard her clearly. He sighed reluctantly, but gave her a smile.Wendy's face broke into a smile, as she rushed over to her brothers and shook them awake.
"What is it?" They asked, their eyelids drooping and their mouths yawning.
"Peter Pan is back!"
The brothers had never felt so alive in their lives. Their eyes were suddenly wide and alert and their mouths hung open. Michael scrambled out of bed, whilst John fumbled for his glasses.
"It really is you." He said, staring up at Peter in awe. "I'd begun to think that the whole adventure all those years ago had been a dream!"
Peter smiled and shook his head, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, leather pouch, Wendy's breath caught in her throat. She didn't even need to ask what was in it, the glow surronding the bag provided her with enough information. She exchanged looks of joy with her brothers, before taking a step toward Peter. Shutting her eyes, she lifted her arms out infront of her. Peter's hand dove into the bag and re-emerged holding what looked like gold glitter. Holding it above Wendy's head, he let it trickle through his fingers. Wendy shivered in delight, as a feeling of adventure and excitement rushed through her, making her feel more alive than she'd felt in years. Opening her eyes, Wendy began to laugh. Grinning at her brothers, she circled around the nursery, spinning and diving and suddenly grabbing onto Peter's hand. Peter also laughed and flew around the room.
Peter tightened his grip on her hand and turned, so he was hovering infront of the window.
"You don't have to..." He breathed in her ear, making butterflies flutter in her stomach.
"I want to." She whispered back. Peter grinned at her, before diving threw the window. Wendy screamed in delight, spreading out her arms like wings. She reached for Michael's hand, as he grabbed onto John. She was home.
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