Chapter 1: Wendy's POV

Today is the first day of my senior year at Neverland High and I'm extremely nervous.

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It's time to start the daily routine. I turn off the alarm clock and hit the shower. As I wash my hair, my mind drifts off to Peter.

I missed him so much over the summer. I did see him when he invited me and our friends to play video games. I was able to walk over saying he lives 2 houses down from me.

So of course, when I fell asleep at his place, he carried me back to my house. My Twin Brother John videoed the whole thing and posted it on Instagram.

In the video, I was snoring really loud and I drooled all over his shirt. I started to talk in my sleep and said Peter's hair was "as soft as a cloud" and his muscles were "as big as my thighs." Then the video ended. What wasn't in the video is what my brain thought that happened.

Peter abruptly stopped and I woke up. I looked at his face and it was redder than a tomato. Peter looked down at me and his grip tightened on me. He leaned down to me and whispered into my ear, only loud enough for me to hear, "I won't make fun of you because you were sleeping, Wendy. But are my muscles really as big as your thighs, cause that would be pretty big."

I got a surge of bravery and put my arms around his neck and pulled my lips up to his ear. I giggled and said, "I don't think your muscles are quite that big, but they must be pretty large if you can hold me this long. Cause if I recall right, the first day we met you could barely hold me for two seconds."

He tried to drop me but I tightened my grip around his neck. So when my feet touched the ground his head was going down with me (and he was a good eight inches taller than me). I pulled back and noticed his eyes were closed and his face was all scrunched up as if he were in physical pain. When he opened his eyes they were dark and clouded. He no longer looked like the boy I grew up with, but a man. And it was very attractive.

I have no idea what came over me but I pulled him back tighter. As soon as I shoved my face in the crook of his neck, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight as if he never wanted to let me go. My feet were off the ground but I knew he could hold my weight. We stayed there, just hugging each other, for what felt like an an eternity but was probably one to two minutes.

"Peter?"

"Yeah, Bird?"

"Thank you," I said. He pulled back and the dark-clouded look was gone from his eyes.

"For everything you have ever done for me," I continued. "You have always been there for me and I want you to know that you have a special place in my heart. You always see the best in me in ways even I can't. So thank you for being the best friend-brother ever." I kissed him on the cheek and unraveled my hands from his neck and tried to pull away. He wouldn't budge. I flicked my eyes back to his and they were not dark and clouded, but dark and twinkling.

I had never seen this look before. Dark and cloudy meant he was proud. Clouded meant he was sad. If they turned dark green he was mad. If they turned bright green, almost yellow, he was happy or pleased. If he was bored he just fell asleep (as he did in many classes, which I had to wake him up because I sat next to him in all of our classes. Which were the same exact schedule). And if he was excited or aggressive, they just twinkled. But never had they been dark AND twinkling.

He pulled me closer and whispered into my ear, "I think we both sound stupid right now so let me get one thing straight. I am in no way you big brother, in some way, I am your best friend though. I don't love you like a little sister, I love you more than that. You already have a big-ish brother and I'm not taking his spot. But you are MY best friend and I can't live without you in any way. So thank YOU for making waking up worth it, Wendy."

I couldn't keep it in any longer. Every word he spoke I felt the tears get bigger and bigger (and I'm not in any way a mushy person- I rarely EVER cry) with every word he spoke. As one tear fell, another did, and another, and another. I soon had then spilled out from my eyes to fast they didn't drop anymore; they streamed. He pulled back and looked at me with that same dark, twinkling look in his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead and loosened his grip on me.

When my feet were on the ground he gently wiped away my tears and said to me, "How is it that every time I see you your eyes get prettier and prettier. It's like they don't want people to get bored of them." He leaned forward and kissed my lips. It was a soft, almost scared kiss. But it was perfect. As he pulled away, a bright light went into my vision and then everything went dark.

The next thing I knew I was in my bedroom and my mom was in my chair reading. "Mom, what happened?"

She looked up at me, noticing I was awake, got up and walked over to me. "You fell asleep at Peters house and he carried you home. He is such a sweet boy. But when he made it here, you were as pale as a sheet and had a high fever. So I called the school and told them you were sick and needed the day off."

It was all a dream. And boy was I thankful for that.

After I get out of the shower, I blow-dry my hair. And instead of braiding it, I decided to leave it down because my hair is naturally really curly. The top doesn't turn out as good, so I pull the top half into a mini ponytail and tie a light blue ribbon around it that matches my eyes. I add a little light pink eyeshadow and mascara along with some lipgloss.

I carefully put on a light blue shirt that said, "Perfectly Imperfect," and black, high-waisted skinny jeans. As I examine the dozens of rips that stop at an appropriate length, I look closely at the ankle of my jeans.

I can't wear my low top vans, so I guess I'll settle with some high top converse. I own at least twenty pairs of shoes, nine of which are converse. I grab a pair at random, slip them on, and tie them up.

I walk into the kitchen and see a plate with a bagel on it and a note.

Have fun at school. I will pick you up and take you to volleyball practice after choir tryouts. Good luck honey!

-Mom

I eat my bagel and start walking out the door just in time to see Peter's mom's car pulling out of their garage. I run back in the house before they can see me. I know if they saw me, Peter would say hello, which would result in his mom offering me a ride, and then I would have to talk to his mom. I know it's mean, but his mom would ask me some personal stuff and probably ask if I had kissed any boys recently, which I don't want to talk about in front of Peter.

As soon as I see their car turn the corner I glance at my phone. School starts in an hour and a half. My friend group-me, Peter, Tinkerbell, Nibs, Tigerlily, John, Slightly, and Tootles- always get to school really early so we can hang.