Author's Note: Hey! Look i finally updated! Is'nt it great! *Crowd cheers* no, no, no aww damn. Oh well at least the chapter is up now! I just wanted to say a quick thanks to Barbiegirl 22, Jane Firefly Kaulitz Darling, and Auniqua for being the first to review! Thankyou so much! I love you. Oh and another thing this chpter is about 1,000 word longer because i was in a writing mood. The story literally wrote itself because it took a total different direction then i originally planned. Oh well i hope you still like it! oh one more thing! I'm looking for a Beta so in anyone is intrested PM me! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT Peter Pan or any of its characters. I only own James, Eric, and Jessie. Also possibly some new characters coming along the way!
Well on to the story!
I hadn't realized I fell asleep until both Eric and James were shaking me awake.
"WAKE UP!" They both whisper yelled once they saw that I had opened my eyes.
"Were here." They both whispered. It was really hard to get mad at them when they acted like children and knew how to give puppy dog eyes like children.
"Well thank you, Captain Obvious! Now move so that I could get up!" I tried to sound mean but miserably failed when I broke down laughing.
"Touché, touché." James laughed as he moved away to get his carry on item.
"What time is it?" I asked Eric.
"Umm… Let me check," he said as he moved his shaggy black hair out of his eyes to check his watch. "It's about 8:30."
"Alright then, let's go find mom and dad so we can go to our new house and get some rest."
"Sounds like a plan." I heard James say from somewhere behind me.
"Okay, then lets put it into action."
We found our parents at the luggage conveyor belt getting the all luggage together.
The only reason we spotted them was because I spotted my mom's blonde head and we heard her voice asking my dad if he has seen us yet.
"C'mon guys," I told them as we made our way to our parents.
"Oh there you are." My father said as soon as he saw us making our way over to him.
"Hey. So is all the luggage together already?" I asked wanting to lie down on a bed already.
"Yes. We are just waiting for the car to arrive to take us all to our new home." My dad answered.
My dad was always my favorite parent. He actually like to listen to me and understood me, whereas my mother just want to make me into something that I wasn't.
My dad had jet black hair and electric blue eyes like me. Let's just say that my siblings and I get our looks from our father.
We were standing around for barely five more seconds when a man in a suite strode in the doors holding a sign with my last name on it.
My father called the man and the man quickly started taking or luggage to a limo waiting outside.
Without another word I climbed into the car and pulled out my iPod and listened to Killing in Arab.
It didn't take long for the rest of my family into the limo and for us to be off.
)o(
It was a thirty minute drive from the airport to our new home, but it felt like it went by in hours. I didn't really mind though because I was discreetly looking out at the window and at London.
I didn't want my mother to know that I actually liked London, so I hid my emotions from my face and obviously didn't tell her I liked the view. In truth I thought London was quite beautiful.
After five minutes, an hour, who knows, I closed my eyes and listened to the music in my iPod. I didn't notice we arrived until James nudged my arm saying, "Were here."
I turned my head so I could see outside the limo window and my jaw almost dropped at the house before me.
The "house" I was supposed to live in looked like an old fashioned Victorian house from the 20's.
It was beautiful to say the least. I was pearly white, with a wrap around porch and short iron fence in the front. I looked up at the house and that there was a row of three windows and saw the windows were the big old fashioned ones and the seemed to open inwards.
Before I turned around to look at my family I put on my best I-don't-care-face.
"This is the new home, sweet, home?" I said sarcastically.
"Yes." My mother said narrowing her eyes.
"Hmph." I said and climbed out of the limo behind my brothers.
I saw several maids some out to help us with our luggage and made a mental note to make sure to thank them later.
"Well you might as well go to your rooms. You will know which room is yours because the doors are labeled with your name. Your luggage will be up shortly to unpack." My father said, and we obeyed.
We entered the house and into a foyer. Up ahead there was a flight of stairs and the left of that a beautiful parlor/sitting room, whatever it was, it was a beautiful.
My brothers ran up the stairs with me trudging slowly behind.
I got to the top of the stairs and into a long hallway that seemed to branch out two ways at the end. I walked down the hall and saw both Eric and James names of two of the various doors, both on the right, then at the end of the hall was my room.
I opened the door and took one sweeping glance at my room. Ralph had picked out the furniture. It was nice to know that at least someone knew my taste when it came to furniture. It was modern yet classy, simple yet elegant. I loved it.
I just lazed on my bed and waited for my luggage to come up. I heard a soft knock on the door and I went to open it to fond a young maid carrying my two suitcases.
"Thank you. I take those from you," I said with a smile.
"You are very welcome." She curtsied and abruptly left.
I sighed and closed my door and started to unpack my clothes.
An hour later I was done and just sitting on my window seat thingy when I saw a bright light flash by it.
"What the hell?" I said and opened my window. I leaned out to see the figure of a young boy sticking to the side of my house.
He didn't seem to notice I saw him until I called out to him.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" I yelled. "Do I need to call the cops? Don't answer that because I am going to call anyway!"
The boy turned around and started at me incredulously and flew me.
"No, no, no, no, no! Please do not call the police!" again the boy flew at me and covered my mouth as if to keep me from screaming.
He ended up pushing by accident and we both landed on the floor o my room.
"Who and what the hell are you!" I asked almost screaming.
He looked at me if it was an obvious question. "I'm Peter Pan and I am a boy who never grows up!"
"Oh." That's all I said before I fainted.
)o(
"Is she alright?" I heard someone ask.
"I don't know," said another voice.
"Maybe, we should get those old smelling salts that we found in the bathroom.
"Good idea, James!" The second voice said and the two voices started fading away as they stomped down the hall.
What the hell happened?
Was a freaky boy really in my room? Was a freaky boy really flying? Why does this remind me of something?
I opened my eyes and saw that I was on my bed. I started to sit up when I was pushed down again by Eric and James, and the put a foul smelling object right in front of my face.
"Ewww! What the hell is that!" I yelled jumping out of bed.
"Its smelling salts that we found in the bathroom." They both said in sync. Wow that was creepy.
"What was it doing in my face!" I asked with much venom in my tone.
"You fainted so we thought that we would put next to your nose to wake you up." Eric said starting to laugh.
"Let me get this straight, I just fainted and you're just laughing? Aren't you supposed to be asking me if I am alright?" I said getting angry all over again.
"Yes." They both said before they doubled over laughing.
I just huffed and went sit at my still open window. Then I thought again of the freaky boy who called himself Peter Pan…wait Peter Pan!
This cannot be happening! That's it, it wasn't happening maybe I was just hallucinating. Maybe the airplane food or something was just getting to my head.
"Jessie….," James asked me waking me form my thoughts.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Why is your closet rattling?"
I looked at my wardrobe, where they were both looking at, and saw that indeed that it was rattling and rather loudly too.
"I don't know." I whispered suddenly cautious. "Go check guys."
"Why us," Eric whined, "it's your closet."
"Just go!" I whispered louder.
"Fine," they both huffed and started creeping towards the wardrobe with me following close behind.
Rattle! Rattle!
We got to the wardrobe and James slowly opened the door. As soon as he opened the door a large shape zoomed by us, followed by a small glowing shape.
"What the hell?" We all yelled.
We all twisted around to see a teenage boy dressed in all green lazing in mid air.
"Hey!" he called.
We just stared at him speechless. I'm dreaming that's it! This is all a dream!
"Please tell me I'm dreaming." I said to my brothers.
I felt something pinch my arm. "Owww! Why did you pinch me, Eric?"
"You said that you needed someone to make sure that you weren't dreaming." He said innocently.
"Aghhh! You are so annoying!" I yelled.
Someone started laughing and I remembered about the current situation.
"Ha ha ha ha… he pinched you!" Peter laughed.
"Shut up!" I yelled. "Gosh what the hell are you what the hell are you doing here? What the hell are you? Who the hell are you?" I was yelling part from being annoyed, part from being mad, and another part for being thoroughly freaked out.
"Well I was looking for Wendy, but I can see that she is not here," he said looking around. Scratching his head he continued, "I already told you that I am the boy who never grows up and I'm Peter Pan!" He said his name with a grand flourish, even doing the Peter Pan pose. Then I looked at his face, I mean I really looked at it, he had sparkling green eyes and short auburn hair, his body was skinny but muscular. He was hot to say the least. Wait! I forgot to mention to his green hat with its trusty feather.
"You are obviously demented!" I yelled throwing my hands in the air.
"Well maybe I am, but how would explain me flying around?" He said flying up into my face.
"Umm… this is really weird." James and Eric said.
"Tell me about it." I mumbled. Then I turned to Peter, "So who were you looking for?" As long as this was happening might as well try to take it seriously.
"I am looking for Wendy Moira Angela Darling." Peter answered surely.
"Umm… well she doesn't live here dude," Eric answered. "Have you tired the neighbors yet?"
"No because this is her house, well it was." He said looking a little sad, but then he instantly brightened up.
"Have you ever heard of a magical place called Neverland and a boy named Peter Pan?" Peter said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Hey isnt Peter Pan the little dude that wears tights?" James asked trying to wrap his mind this minnd boggling situation.
Peter Pan looked down at his body and raised an eyebrow. "Does it look like I wear tights?"
"No dude it doesn't but isn't Peter pan from that Disney movie?" Eric said staring at Peter like he was a science experiment.
"Oh that?" Peter asked with an amused expression. "Wendy wrote down all about or adventures and I guess the got a hold on her journal and decided to make a film out of it. Nobody really ever believed it though." Peter said with a dismissive shrug.
"Huh." I said trying to take this all in. "So let me get this straight you are Peter Pan?" I asked.
"How many times do I have to say this? Yes I am PETER PAN!"
"Okay and you are from the place called Neverland where a child never has to grow up?'
"Yes." He answered fondly.
"And you don't wear tights?" I asked just be sure.
"Yes."
"Alrighty then," James said. "Welcome to our humble abode Peter Pan."
"Don't forget Tink." Peter said.
"Who?" I asked suddenly getting angsty.
"Tinker bell!" Peter called and true to his word out came the one and only golden Tinker bell!
She made a sound that sounded like pure bells so she could have been saying hello or insulting me. I'm not really sure.
"So how old are you guys?" Peter asked. He looked like he was forming a plan in his head and I didn't like the look of it.
"Eric and I are seventeen, and Jessie here is sixteen." James said taking grand flourish introducing us.
"Well thank you Eric, Jessie, and…"
"James," James filled in.
"Thank you; now tell me, how would you like to go to Neverland?"
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"Hey isnt Peter Pan the little dude that wears tights?" James asked trying to wrap his mind this mind boggling situation.
Peter Pan looked down at his body and raised an eyebrow. "Does it look like I wear tights?"
There you go so tell me yours and Barbiegirl 22, the old lady was just an old lady nobody special. I just needed her to say something about Jessie's character.