A/N: To all my wonderful reviewers:

Lilmizzrebel31: Yep, I read the Peter Pan book, a biography of J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan in Kengsington Gardens, Peter and the Starcatchers, I've watched Peter Pan (cartoon and the one w/ Jeremy Sumpter in it) But not the one with a girl playing Peter Pan, I've also seen Finding Neverland and Return to Neverland. I've also read a mini-biography of Jeremy Sumpter! In short, not an expert on Peter Pan, but maybe a little overboard on loving the story. I am hyper too. I just danced like a maniac in my room to some Simple Plan (still not gettin' any). I'll r&r for you (if I ever find the time!) I'm writing too much. Next!

mabfairy: Awwwwwww, thanks for keepin' me in mind! Yes, I'm glad you're satisfied w/ the kiss. I think I didn't write enough there, but oh well. More kisses in the future! Nyaha! Yes, I felt that maybe I should enter the kite/rock bit b/c Peter was so cute and gallant in the book, I had to put it in there somewhere!

Lysia Croft: Yep, lotsa love for Tiger Lily and John in the future (but not much, since I always end up focusing more on Peter and Wendy!

Blissful Rose: Thanks for reviewing, if you liked this chapter, I hope you will love the future ones, because this chapter was written when I was tired and didn't feel like writing!

Eva Sumpter: Hey girl! How could anyone not love the name Eva? I had that nickname once: Eva Save-a-lot lol! Hugses! Haha, don't worry, I review w/o reading sometimes too. ;)

tink20: Hey! Was New York fun? Whooo- New York and you can't get to a computer? Yikes! I love good feedback from my reviewers, so thanks! ;) Avian (me) loves fluffiness also, so there will be more to come! Bwahahahaha!

Aria Elessar: Hey, to eveyone reading this story, this is my sister- you should read her story too! It's called stars of time, and I helped her load it- it's her 1st fanfic, so beeee nice! And now, on with the story, and don't forget, J.M. Barrie is the incredibly gifted one here!

Chapter 15

When we got back to the house, (not really, but hey...) the boys quickly got ready for the party. Peter mixed up a paste for paint that Tiger Lily had taught him, he explained to me, as I wrestled one of the twins into his deer hide vest. Peter mixed up several different colors, then I went off to find myself something to wear. I dug through the chest the boys had found with old-fashioned clothing in it, searching for something...well...suitable. All of it was was mostly frilly nightgowns...then I came across something I liked, and set it aside for later, it was a little too fancy for an Indian party. Then Peter tapped me on the shoulder.

"Here, try this." he said, tossing it to me. I thanked him, then put it on after gently shoving him out of the room. I looked at myself in a small mirror. The top of the outfit was a sleeveless 3/4 shirt, made of cotton and dyed a deep sea-green that set off my eyes. The neck was square-cut, showing off my figure a little. The outfit also included a deer-hide equivalent of shorts, and a feather with beads on a strip of leather, tied to a small clip. I put this in my hair, and also the hemp circlet with shining beads in it- a sign of a "guest". (A/N: I really don't know much about Native Americans, so I apologize deeply!) I came out of the room, and Peter whistled when he saw me; I had a bit of a grin on my face. The boys were dressed and Peter was wearing deer hide long pants with no shirt. Then we had fun painting each other with the body paints Peter had mixed up. We went outside first, so as to not drip paint on the floor. Tootles painted an arrow on Nibs because he planned the battles with Peter, Tootles had a heart painted on him because he was such a sweetie, but noble at the same time, and so on. Peter glanced at me, then walked over to paint on me. He kneeled down and sat on the cool ground with me, and painted a crescent shape on my face, with a raindrop in the middle of it, and a star/sun-like shape on my shoulder. He leaned over me, and blew on the paint to dry it. He trailed his fingers over the dry paint, then down my arm. I shivered slightly.

"Wendy?" he inquired.

"Hmmmm?"

"...nothing."

I smushed my hands into the paint, and put one handprint on Peter's face, and the other on his chest. I think he enjoyed that...soon enough, we were all set to go for the party.

We had quite a bit of extra time, so we acted out Snow White, Peter and I kissed in the little house the boys made- we had sent them outside, and they all came in after, cheering, because I, Snow White, had awoken. Then we decided it was time to go. We all hiked up the nearly invisible footpath from the Home Under the Ground to the Indian Encampment. When we got there, we sat around the fire and swapped stories, with us, of course, acting them out. Peter and I were talking about our first meeting, and as we acted it out, Tiger Lily and John exchanged looks. Everyone else was paying rapt attention to us, and when it came to the part about the thimble, we glazed over it with less details. Then we flew, just as before, and the end of our tale was done. Peter summed up the end, saying, "And that's how Wendy got here!" Peter was actually a rather good actor, even though he insisted he had no experience, only a bit from watching me tell stories all those years. Everyone applauded, but not long, because someone started up the music. How the hell do these people know about Yellowcard? I wondered to myself, as they began to sing Yellowcard's "Ocean Avenue", beating on drums and twanging on rough resemblances to guitars. One even had a violin. "How incredibly resourceful!" I exclaimed as Peter grabbed me, and we began to rock to the...well...rock!

There's a place on Ocean Avenue,

where I used to sit and talk with you.

We were both 16 and it felt so right,

sleepin' all day, stayin' up all niiiight.

Peter and I grinned at each other, that's exactly what we were doing...staying up all night. We continued "gettin' our freak on" as the kids at home would say.

There's a place on the corner of Cherry Street,

we would walk on the beach and rub our feet...

"What did they say there?" I asked Peter.

"I have no idea, but it sounded like 'knock our feet', I don't have a copy of the lyrics!"

We were both 18 and it felt so right,

sleepin' all day, stayin' up all niiight.

If I could find you now, things would get better!

We could leave this town and rock forever...

I thought, that's what I wanted to do when Peter showed up...perfect timing! Peter grinned at me, thinking the same thing, I guess.

Let you waves crash down on me

and take me awaay...

Peter definitely crashed into my life...I laughed quietly and looked up at him, and I was glad that he had taken me away...

There's a piece of you that's here with me,

it's everywhere I go, it's everything I see.

When I sleep, I dream and it gets me by,

I can make believe that you're here...toniiight

...that you're here...tonight.

I wondered how mom and dad were doing, then I realized that it'd been quite a while since we'd been home...maybe we should go home. The chorus played again, and I realized, as the next words played, that I couldn't leave Peter...

I remember the look in your eyes,

when I told you that this was good-bye.

You were beggin' me not tonight,

not here, not now.

We're lookin' up at the same night sky,

we keep pretendin' the sun will not rise.

We'll be together for one more night,

somewhere...somehow...

But as I looked at Peter, I knew it couldn't last; I had to go home sometime. It would be like going home after family vacation, except much, much worse and more heart breaking, but I had to do it...for my parents. My brothers didn't remember mom and dad, only I did.

"Peter..."

"...hmmm?"

"I...I'm sorry but..."

"But what?" he said, looking quite worried, as though he thought I didn't like him anymore.

"I...we...my brothers and I..."

"Uh huh..."

"We have to go home, tomorrow."

He stared at me, we had stopped moving. He looked furious, downhearted, forsaken, and the sparkle in his eyes had gone out. He backed away slowly, his disbelief obvious. I started toward him, but he put up a hand to stop me.

If I could find you now things would get better...

we could leave this town, and rock forever...

I know somewhere, somehow, we'll be together.

Let your waves crash down on me and take me away.

The song ended, and Peter said dully, "If you want to." Tears began streaming silently down his face, and he disappeared like a bolt of lightning. When he looked at me like that I wanted to grab a spoon, hand it to him and tell him to scoop out my heart with it, it probably would've hurt less. I started after him, the others dancing to another song, and when I was half way to the house, I broke down and began to whimper with tears flowing, and made it to the play house the boys had made when we acted out "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves." after As I thought about the time we had played that, I thought...Peter was Prince Charming, I was Snow White...I thought about when we had kissed in this little house...right over...there. I pointed to the corner where the little pretend bed had been, Peter had leaned over me and kissed me gently...I can't believe I have to choose between my family and Peter! It's not a fair choice for me to have to make! I knew I had to go back to my family. I sobbed in the quiet little house, falling asleep when I was too exhausted to stay awake.