It was eight at night. Flynn was bored.

"Peter still isn't here. I wondered if he died." The teenager mused, looking thoughtfully at a pee-stain on the wall near where the TV used to be. One of the Lost Boys dared/forced Milo to pee on the electrical socket to see if it had actually shocked him. It did. And it did where it hurt most.

Aladdin looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow. "You sound concerned." He said sarcastically, popping a potato chip in his mouth.

"I do?" Flynn asked. "That's reallllllllllly weird. Because I don't give two shits about where he is. I just want to get outta here."

"Me too." Aladdin sighed, his black hair covering his eyes.

Flynn stood over him. "Here's a suggestion: let's get the hell outta here!" He cried, smacking him upside the head. "Call one of your girlfriends, see if they can give us a ride to a club or something. Wonderland, even. I heard they don't ID."

Inwardly, Aladdin groaned. Whenever Peter wasn't with them, Flynn would always want to go out and get trashed. Aladdin couldn't stand it. There was something about alcohol that furthered him away from himself (and yes, Aladdin knew how stupid that sounded. It went better in his head). That, and Aladdin was so broke that he had to pay for bus rides around town with the same bus ticket for the last few months. Instead of the appropriate response, that being flicking Flynn off and going to bed, he sighed and nodded.

"I guess I could call Ariel."

Ariel was a complicated girl. Woman. Girl-woman. Whatever she was, she was a complicated one. The boys didn't know quite what to make of her. She had a knack of learning things quickly, for example learning how to drive by age 14 and mastering the art of sneaking out, but had the street smarts of a four year old. Flynn once had to stop her from calling a number written on gas station bathroom stall that read: Call me if you want to have a wild time! The boys (Aladdin and Flynn) had an unwritten pact to take care of her whenever she went out with them. The speed that she committed terrible decisions was frightening in public places.

Aladdin and Flynn stood in the front yard, waiting for her to pull up. Flynn shivered in his coat.

"Aladdin, when I grow old and rich I'm going to have this place burned down by my hitman." He said, his teeth chattering. "Maybe the this town will finally experience the summer we always dreamed of."

Aladdin laughed, his breath visible in the night. "Well not if I beat you to it."

Flynn paused, staring at his friend, then outright laughed out loud. "The only way you'll ever be rich and famous is if you settle down with a sugar mama. Which is my plan B, if I I don't become rich and famous all on my own. Speaking of rich and famous, how long did it take you to convince Ariel to come pick us up?"

"Ok first of all, those have nothing to do with each other. Second of all, about fifteen minutes. I just listened to her tell me about her day." Aladdin smiled and shrugged. "What can I say? I'm the charmer, and you're the…" He paused, trying to analyze Flynn without much success. "Fuck up." He grinned and tensed when Flynn punched him in his arm.

Before the two went into an all out brawl, a loud honk! startled both of them. They turned around, to see Ariel Delmare poking her head out of a green GM Spark with swim stickers all of the bumper. "Come on guppies! We're going ouuuutt! Wooooo!" She fist pumped, part of her fire engine red hair splaying out of the car.

The boys hurried to the car,dutilly cheering and hoo-hawing. And within minutes, a car full of underage drivers were on their way to a club.

So what were Peter Pan and lovely Wendy Darling doing for all those hours? Well, to name a few things… stealing little kids kites, playing hide and seek in Waltmart, racing on the sidewalks (Peter always won), joining a junior varsity soccer game, and finally at the moment Flynn and Aladdin left for Wonderland, Wendy and Peter Pan collapsed in the cold grass of a nearby park.

The two were laying on their backs, their chests rising and falling, staring up at the blank night sky, void of stars. Wendy turned her head to Peter, and felt warm, despite the 34 degree weather.

He's so beautiful. She thought, absorbing his image in her mind. In the white sreet light, Peter's pointed chin rose like a mountain, but it was curved at the top, like a boy's. He had wonderful cheekbones, and eyes that darted back and forth, and feet that couldn't stop moving.

"Peter, today has been wonderful." She said, a dreamy tone to her voice that went unheard to Peter Pan.

Peter agreed, and his eyes flicked towards her. "It sure has. I don't think I've had this fun fun since Tink-" He stopped himself, and looked away.

"What?" Wendy turned on her side to face him. "Tink? Who's Tink?"

"My old friend."

"Ah." Wendy paused, waiting for him to give more information. He didn't. "A..girlfriend?"

He furrowed his brow, and his thin lips turned into a grimace. "You know I really don't want to talk about her, ok?" Peter spat. Wendy blinked, hurt.

"I'm sorry. I just-"

"I know, you were just asking. But you don't know what's it's like. I don't even know where she is anymore. I mean… she meant more to me than anything in this whole world."

Wendy had never heard him talk like that about anyone she had ever met. "More than anything?" She asked bitterly.

All Peter could do was nod. "More than anything." He repeated. "But she did something horrible to herself."

The pause between them was long, and heavy. Peter Pan finally spoke.

"Things just get really hard when you love someone who doesn't love themselves."

More tomorrow. :)