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Chapter 2

Later that night, after throwing myself into bed (I loved bedtime- a break from all the madness!), I wondered for the millionth time if I would see that hot guy again. Unfortunately, It'd been a really long day, so I was asleep within minutes.

After sleeping for what felt like only an hour, I woke up to an impossibly loud crashing sound. I thought it came from my brother's room across the hall! I jumped out of bed and staggered to the door of my room. I ran across the hall o Mike and John's room. I opened the door and...they were still asleep. Those two would sleep through a tornado picking up the house. A loud "thwump" sound came from my room, and I whipped around, but stopped at the door, and cautiously peeked into my room. All the air in my lungs left me with a whoosh. It was the boy from my dream!

He was struggling with a dark figure of his size and shape.. by a closer look, I realized that's his shadow! He was thrown backwards onto my bed; now I knew what had made the "thwump" sound earlier. He quickly flew back up and lunged for his shadow... but he kept missing, and after shouting some obscene words at his shadow, the frustrated young man sank to the floor cross-legged in defeat and began to cry. A crying boy of my age is a rather depressing, yet interesting sight, so I came into the room and whispered, "Oy! Stop crying!" He did stop crying, but jumped at my sudden appearance and collided with the ceiling, then cursed at the ache now on his head.

He hovered in the air until I asked him to come down. I was rather surprised at myself. "What's your name?" I asked him, shocking myself again at my bravery again. I was going to face things that would require even more bravery than asking an attractive guy his name, but now back to the story. "What is your name?" he asked, rather than answering.

I hated my middle name. "Wendy Moira Angela Darling. What's yours?"

"Peter...Pan."

"Where do you live?" He pointed out the window and said, "Second to the right, and then straight on 'till morning!"

I took a couple steps closer and asked, "You don't get letters right? That would make sense, if you live in the stars, which doesn't make sense!"

"What?" asked Peter. I could tell that I had lost him at the "that would make sense."

"Nevermind..." I muttered. I walked over to my bed and sat down, watching him. He was still looking for his shadow perhaps. Then, he suddenly flew over to my stereo, and triumphantly held up what must've been his shadow. Then he frowned and said, "But how am I going to get it to stick?"

I volunteered, "I could sow it on for you, but it'll probably hurt..." I trailed off, not really wanting to do it because it would hurt him. He agreed to this anyway, so I went over to the wardrobe in the hall, and opened the drawer, grabbed a needle and thread quickly, and as I slammed the drawer shut, I thought I heard a small "Ooof!" but figured it was just my imagination, which had been doing odd things to me lately...