Wendy sat rigidly in a velvet chair, her face vacant of any emotion. Her fat aunt walked in followed by a young man. He was handsome enough; he had had dark curly hair, and a strait nose, with an appealing mouth. The young man was tall as well so that even when Wendy stood up to greet him, he still towered almost a good foot above her.
"How are you this evening Miss Darling?" He spoke with a good natured voice but Wendy greeted him with an almost cold civility.
"Quite fine thank you, I hope to find well?"
"Yes indeed." He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Please have a seat." He sat down on a dark leather couch opposite of Wendy.
"May I offer you drink," piped up Millicent.
"No thank you I'm fine."
"Well then I'll leave you two to yourselves." She walked away in what she believed made her backside look attractive though of course it didn't and left the room. They did not hear the door click shut.
"Millicent! You are needed in the kitchen!" The heard Wendy's mother call out, followed by an "Oh all right."
The door latched this time and they heard her heavy boots thud away. Wendy sighed and let her back slump against the recliner. "Good God, I thought she would never leave!"
"So what do you want to talk about now that she's left?"
"I don't know…" She actually did know. Something that wasn't one of the random boring subjects that they were taught at school. So she settled on one of the subjects that she was not being taught about at finishing school and had only learned about so far by nicking a book from her father. "Charles Darwin."
"Evolution? That's got to be one of the most boring things ever! Come on Wendy you're a girl why can't you just be like normal girls and talk about pretty ribbons?" he realized He had responded with such exasperation in his voice that Wendy was taken aback. He was smart enough to realize his mistake, oops.
"If you wish, I could run upstairs, and get a pretty big ribbon and shove it up your-"
"Wendy lets not let loose the profanities. How about we talk about something else?" He threw her the cutest smile. She couldn't help but smile back.
"Well I have been meaning to show you something." For almost a year now, Wendy had been stringing memoirs, fragments of her memory trying to capture the beauty of Neverland in script, but so far she had found that words failed its description. Wendy had been longing to show her story to someone to help her with it, but the boys had no interest in the book, they had lived it, her parents and teachers might think her mad, and her other friends were too busy with their forbidden romances with the chimney sweeps. Tom seemed like the only who might help.
"Then show it." She hesitated then took out a leather bound book from a pocket in her dress.
"I've been writing down a story and I wanted you to tell me what you thought about it. Read the outline at the begging first." Tom read it speculative at first, as if expecting some dull childish ideas, but as he read his eyebrows went higher and higher and his eyes moved faster and faster.
"Wendy this is amazing. I always knew you had a bit of an imagination but I never knew that girls were capable of such rampaging of imagination." He stopped suddenly only then realizing the second mistake of the night, this one considerably bigger.
"Sorry, I forgot you were oversensitive to that subject." He winced; he really couldn't keep screwing up this badly. Tom held his breath while he waited for the attack.
"Oversensitive, really? I think its more under sensitive of you, and all men, to honestly believe that women are good for nothing other than staying at home to take care of the children, cook, clean,"
"Don't forget to look pretty," Tom added with a grin.
"You insufferable, unbearable, excuse for an animal showing the least amount of intelligence get out of my sight!" She pounded him with pillows from the armchair.
"Alright, alright, I'm going." Armchair pillows are harder than normal ones and that girl actually had quite an arm.
"What on earth is going on here?" Aunt Millicent stormed into the room. Wendy turned and ran up the stairs.
"Miss Wendy is having a temper tantrum." Said Tom. Her mother was down there as well by now.
She couldn't help it she had to do it. Halfway up the stairs, Wendy turned and stuck out her tongue at Tom.
Tom saw her, smiled, tipped his hate with good grace, and said, "Hope you the pleasantest of evenings, my lady.