Author's Note: Obviously, I do not own Peter Pan, or any of the characters. I do however own this story, and Mariah. Also, please review. I have a crazy life and, if people want to read this, I will gladly write it... But if no one wants to read it, then I will spend my time doing things like homework :P Enjoy!

I was in one of those moods that always come after a day of talking about the future. A solitary, lonesome mood, where I couldn't do anything but try to focus on how cold my nose was instead of the thoughts in my head. thoughts like mortgages, and loans, and taxes, and commutes, and business meetings, and interviews. And somewhere deep inside me I was yelling- "I DON'T WANT TO GROW UP! I NEVER WANT TO GROW UP!"

I mean, how ridiculous. I was almost twenty. I WAS grown up. But, not really. I was still living in dorms, my parents paid for tuition, I still got a monthly allowance from Dad. I was no more grown up then i was when i was 7.

I was so deep in thought, standing on the roof of my dorm building, that I wasn't really aware of the door opening- or anything at all, really- until the presence next to me started talking.

"Can I talk to you?"

I was startled from hearing a voice from outside my head, so I jumped a little. I answered before I even had a chance to think- "Uh, yeah... sure."

"You can't go crazy, okay?"

I finally looked at the person, caught off guard- and just a little wary- by his request. He was probably a little older than me. He was about 4 inches taller than me (which is pretty rare, I am pretty tall) and he had long blond hair, tied back in a pony tail. Peculiarly, he wasn't wearing a shirt. He was tan- surprising for someone so far north, so I almost suspected that he may go tanning. And his torso was covered in tattoos. These tattoos weren't the creepy, gang-banger, metal-head type, though- they were traditional-looking tribal tattoos. He even had a Pocahontas zigzag on his bicep. My automatic favorite, though, was the two suns he had on his left pec, one slightly higher and larger than the other. I had never seen this guy before in my life. But, of all the remarkable features about this guy, the most captivating were his eyes. They were dark green, like a forest, and had this sort of wild shimmer in them.

Finally I answered, "Who are you?"

"What's you're name?" he asked right back.

"Mariah."

"My name is Peter."

"Okay, Peter, listen, are you going to like, rape me, or something?"

'Peter' looked confused at that remark. "No- No... I... I just want to talk to you." He stammered. Well, suddenly this tough, tattooed, long-haired dude seemed a lot more like a scared dog.

"Okay. So, talk. I'll listen."

"You will listen," he said. I couldn't really tell if it was a question ("Oh, you really will listen to me? How great!") Or a command ("Yes, you WILL listen to me.") So, instead of trying to respond, I shifted my weight over my right leg, rested into my hip, and crossed my arms. Probably not the best way to show him that i was all ears, but it would have to do.

He started. "Have you read the book 'Peter Pan'?"

"Yeah, hasn't everyone?" I scoffed, not stating the fact that Peter Pan was my favorite book of all time... Or that I had just been thinking if it at the moment.

And then, he did something I was definitely not expecting- he levitated. He lifted himself about two feet into the air and hovered there, watching me closely and gauging my reaction. "I am Peter Pan," he said.

I just stared in disbelief. That was the most incredible levitation I had ever seen. "Okay, David Blaine, great trick and all, but I should go finish a job application..." I started to leave, but before I was two steps away he grabbed me.

"Don't you believe me?" He said. He was still floating, but now his feet were level with his head, at my height.

"I believe that I took a bad Tylenol, and I should probably call a medic, or my RA, or... I need to go." I tried to leave, again, but he kept a hold on my shoulder.

"How can you not believe this?"

I turned and looked at him, still unbelieving. "Look, man... Peter Pan is, like, eight... "

"I was eight once."

"Okay, seriously, you are crazy and I should-"

"Listen to me!" With that he picked me up and flew- yes, flew- me over to the domed roof of the student center, where he sat me on the edge (with remarkable ease) and proceeded to tell me the following.

"The story of Peter Pan, as made popular by Mister JM Barrie, is in reality a fictional story of my life, with me as the main character, based on what little James knew about me, at the time of 1904. I met James quite on accident, I was actually looking for the girl who was his next-door neighbor, but he saw me and took an interest in me, so I told him my name and that I was from Neverland, and that I was looking for a girl... And he took that little bit and turned it into a play, and then a book, and you know that story. But "Wendy" is fake. That whole story is fake! Well, i mean, he basically got Neverland right, well the parts he talked about, anyways- he did leave out a great lot- but the whole Wendy story is made-up. And, yes, at the time I met James I was eight... But you see- ah, how can I explain this? James portrayed me as leaving to Neverland when I was seven days old. That was a bit of a liberty on his part. I was actually seven years old. See, my mum took me for walks through Kensington garden frequently, and every time I would be visited by Tinkerbell, who was my fairy- meaning she was created when I laughed for the first time- and she lived in Kensington Park. So she would always talk to me about the dreams she had about this amazing place and she would love to go there someday, and no one ever grows up there. So one day I heard my mum talking to another mum about me getting married and being a barrister, so I asked Tink if she would take me to that place, and she did. See, she knew how to get there because she saw it in her dreams and fairies are smart like that. So she sprinkled me with fairy-dust and we flew to Neverland, where nobody ever grows up! That was in 1900."

"But you were eight, four years later when you Met JM Barrie?"

"Yes. See, once I arrived in Neverland and started exploring the island, I came across this incredible object, which I did not tell James about, called the Oracle Well, which you look into and it tells you a vision about the future. And the Oracle Well kept telling me the one vision- a vision of a girl. And I knew this girl had to be back on earth, and for some reason I had to find her, so Tink began taking me back to earth at night so I could look for her. Well, we soon realized that whenever I got back to Earth my body would grow really really fast, trying to catch up for all the time it had lost while I was in Neverland. So we started having to be real careful about when we went so I wouldn't grow up to much. But by the time a met James I had aged a year, almost two, actually. But it has been over a hundred years, and now I only come to Earth once a year, but now I am twenty, but it is ok. Want to know why?"

"Why?" I asked quickly. I had become enraptured. Not only was I part in attention, but I absolutely believed everything he had said. How could I not? He was levitating in front of me!

He drew closer before he answered, "I finally found the Oracle Well girl."

My jaw dropped. I suddenly felt dizzy. I couldn't even speak, I just kept making incoherent noises.

"You are the Oracle Well girl. I have seen your face everyday for the past hundred and eleven years. I know you are. I have been looking for you for over a century. IN the fifties I realized that you might not be in London, so I started looking in other cities, and I have found you here, at a university. I have been looking for you, waiting for you... Please come to Neverland with me."

I couldn't say anything else but, "okay."