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Authors Note: Thanks lots to my loyal friend and author SallinaDimi who came up with the title for this fic! Much love! Keep in mind that the rating of this story may change over time...and plz review after you read! This is my first fic so any tips will be much appreciated! Thank you!
Finding Neverland
There are very few in this world who know the real story of Peter Pan and his first and true love, Wendy Darling. Although this girl was no sparkling gem of any kind, Peter saw something rare in her that he had never seen in any other child, let alone a girl. For those who do know the story, you undoubtedly know the ending as well, in which Peter leaves his precious Wendy at her home with no proper goodbye, only the hope that one day fate will bring them together at last. You may also know that since Wendy was no longer living in Neverland, she grew up. She grew into a beautiful young woman with decent suitors whom her parents had wisely chosen for her. Alas, there is always some pain in the process of growing up, and that is the fact that we no longer have the joys of childhood and we sometimes forget our happiest memories. And that, my friends, is where the tragedy enters this story. For over time, Wendy became so caught up in her present life that she forgot the past. She forgot Neverland and the mermaids and the Indians and the pirates and the Lost Boys-and even him. Wendy Darling had forgotten Peter Pan.
It was a warm November night in London. The streets were mostly dark and quiet, except for the one that held the Darling home. This house was lit up in every room, while shouts and laughter rang from the open doors. Music filled the air as the joyous chatter of citizens young and old bounced off of the walls and continued to float on down the street.
Inside the warm, glowing house, many people roamed about, talking and laughing. In the parlor, musicians played a soft song while young couples happily danced. There was one couple that seemed the happiest of all, as they glided across the carpeted floor, lost in each others eyes and thinking of nothing but the quiet music and how close they're lips were to touching. As the song slowly ended, they pulled away to prevent themselves from embarrassment.
The young man, dark haired and clean shaven, gently took hold of the woman's hand and leaned over to her ear. "Wendy dear, may I have a word with you outside?"
She nodded, her soft golden curls bouncing gently against her shoulders as she did so. Hand in hand, the couple strolled out onto the balcony as the orchestra began another song. Wendy seated herself on the stone bench while her escort began to pace around her. He finally stopped and took in a deep breath, unsure of what to say, therefore letting the words flow from his heart.
"Wendy, how long have we known each other?" he asked, seating himself beside her.
"About five years, James." Her voice was soft and musical, like that of an angel.
"Well then, don't you think that it is about time I..." he trailed off nervously, as her confused expression changed to one of eagerness.
"About time you what, James?"
"Well, that I...admit my true feelings about our relationship." He could feel the fear of rejection creeping over him as her glanced at her, drowning in her innocence.
"Oh? What would those feelings be, James?" The question shot to his heart and burned like a flaming arrow. He slipped an arm around her waist as subtly as possible, when the eagerness in her face suddenly became too overwhelming. He yanked her into his chest, lips colliding with hers. All sense of reason left him completely. He became lost in this feeling, this passion, this woman, these lips. In between kisses he was able to mutter the only words that could come to his mind.
"Wendy...I love...you...so much..."
"Oh James..." Her arms went around his neck as their lips met again, more gently than before but still as passionate. His hands ran up and down the white silk of her dress, hers fingered the collar of his black suit. When they finally drew apart, he slid off of the bench and knelt in front of her, pulling a small box from his pocket. Wendy gasped as a sparkling diamond ring was slipped onto her finger. "Wendy, my darling..." James clasped her small hand in his and looked into her eyes as he spoke his next words. "Will you marry me?"