Chapter 4

"Peter, wait!" I cried. "Don't go - I want to meet the Lost Boys - could you bring them along next time?"

Peter had stopped, and was looking at me with an odd expression on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"I was just thinking..."

"Go on."

"Woldyacomyme?"

"Come again"

"W-would you come with me?" He sounded exited but nervous, and looked a little vulnerable. I hesitated, "I...don't know how to fly."

"I'll teach you, I'll teach you to ride the wind's back, and away we'll go." He whispered, reaching for my hand. I let him take it, but brought him over to John and Mike's room, asking, "Could John and Michael come too?" He looked at them, unimpressed, but then smiled and nodded. I rushed over to my sleeping brothers; I didn't want them to miss this. "John! Michael!" They woke up spluttering stupidly, "I didn't do it!"

"There is a boy here, Peter, and he's going to teach us to fly!"

My brother John said, shaking his head, "You offend reason, sir." to Peter, who's smile disappeared, and shaking his head, rose slowly into the air. He landed on the foot of my brother's bed. My brothers' expressions were hilarious! John jumped to his feet, saying, "I'd be quite glad to offend it with you!"

Peter laughed, "You just think happy thoughts, and they lift you into the air!" He landed on the ceiling, sitting upside-down and said with a shrug and a smile, "It's easy."

"I've got it! I've got it!" shouted John, "Swords! Daggers! Napoleon!" and with that, he took a flying leap off the bed, only to end up in a swan dive into Mike's toy box. Peter said as John massaged his back and put his glasses back on, "Oh yeah, I forgot, you also need some fairy dust." and that being said, he grabbed Tink, who had been sitting on the old wardrobe that my grandma gave me, and shook her over John. He rose into the air with a shocked and delighted experession on his face. Mikey jumped onto his own bed and began to run to the end, as he was running, he screamed, "Pudding! Mudpies! Never to take a bath again!" and jumped off the end of the bed. I thought he was going to crash, and put my hand to my mouth, but Peter flew above him, flinging pixie dust all over him. I watched my younger brothers fly around, then I turned around when someone - Peter - tapped my shoulder. He dodged me when I turned around, then dodged again, standing just behind me. He put his chin on my shoulder with his hands over my eyes.

"Peter!" I exclaimed, slightly annoyed. He took his hands off, smiled and said mockingly, "Wendy." He then blew a handful of fairy dust into my face, as we smiled at eachother, he looked down with an eyebrow raised, then back up at me with a teasing expression on his face. I looked down as well- "I'm flying!" I gasped. Peter flew closer and whispered next to my face, "You must be thinking happy thoughts." He flew to the window, and turned around with his hands on his hips and said to the three of us, "Come away. Come with me to Neverland!" "Oh..." I sighed, then asked, "But what about mom?"

"Dad?" added John.

"Eva?" piped up Mikey.

Peter had no answer, he looked down for a moment, as if deciding what to say. He then looked up mischeviously, and said instead, "There are mermaids! Indians! Pirates!" That was apparently good enough for John, who went flying out the window, whooping gleefully. Mike couldn't fly straight, and went flipping and screaming out the window. Peter turned to me and smiled mischeviously. I walked slowly to the window, still not sure of my desicion. Peter was floating near a tree outside, and as I stepped to the window, he flew closer, and put his chin on my shoulder, close enough to kiss him...then he whispered into my hair, "Forget them Wendy, forget them all! Come with me and we'll never have anything to worry about. None of that adult crap..."

"Never...is a really long time..." I said softly, turning to face him. He smiled, as did I. We left, holding hands.