a/n: So, I've been trying to update my other stories, but I noticed that this one was getting the most love. And I do love this story more than any of my others! I've had this story locked away in my head for years! I've been dying to let it out! Now it can finally breathe, and I'm glad you all are enjoying it!

well, heres the next chapter! Enjoy!(:

I opened my eyes when my body impacted something firm, yet weightless. I hadn't realized my eyes were closed until then. I looked around me in shock, I was still falling, but something was helping me down.

I looked below me and saw that I had landed in a tree. A tree with huge leaves, the size of mattresses. I couldn't help myself as I slid off of one leaf and onto the next and onto the next until I was finally dropped to the ground. The dirt I landed in was soft, spongy.

I stood up and brushed myself off. What I wouldn't kill for a shower right now. I haven't been this dirty since I was 6. I looked around and noticed I was in a jungle. Great. I turned to my right and saw a patch of light. A way out? I began walking.

It turns out that the patch of light was in fact an opening in the line of trees. I walked past a wall of vines...

…And stepped onto a beach. My boots squelched when they moves. I stood there motionless. It was bright out, the sun revealing everything hidden in shadow.

The boy dropped from the sky and landed lightly beside me.

I sighed at the sight of him. "You're harder to get rid of than I thought," I said half-heartedly.

The boy looked confused... and a little hurt. "That's your idea of getting away from me?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I figured when someone dies in their dream, they instantly wake up..."

He eyed me thoughtfully. I eyed him back, this boy that I had never met in my life before. I really dont even know why I consider him a boy. He looked my age, if not older. This could not be the same Peter Pan referred to in my bedtime stories as a child growing up. This Peter Pan was older, taller, leaner, stronger... blonder. I felt myself blushing, unwillingly. Why, in any of the stories I was told about of Peter, did no one warn me he was this good looking?

"You're turning red," Peter examined thoughtfully.

"You're not real!" I blurted out. "Why should I care whether I'm red or not?" I began stomping down along the beach. "I dont know why this feels so real, why that scene on the boat felt so real, why you..." I could still feel his arms around me when he carried me away from the ship. "This is all a dream, a really vivid dream," I finished. "And I am going to wake up, and get ready for school, and carry on with my normal life. Not the life of some type of fairytale."

"Fairytale," Peter scoffed. "Overrated."

"How come you're so much older than the stories say you are?" I asked, whirling to look at him. "And why does everyone keep calling me Wendy? She's dead!"

Peter flinched at the last exclamation, and I thought for one fleeting moment, Oh, God, he really did know her. I could see the pain that filled in his eyes for a split second, knew that he had been living with that very pain for quite some time now. I wished I could reach out to him, to comfort him, to tell him I didnt mean to say that, that I was just angry and confused and quite possibly insane.

Instead I kicked the trunk of a tree and said, "None of this is real!"

A coconut fell from the tree and bonked me on the head. I was out cold before I could even mutter the word "Cliche".

I woke up dazed, my bed softer than I remembered, more lumpy. I squirmed and sat up. I moaned as the vertigo hit, my head felt like it had just been used in batting practice for the Yankees. I ran my hand through my hair. It was crusted with sweat and sea water and sand. I looked down at my mini dress in disdain. This thing had cost a fortune. It was now a wrinkled navy blue heap covering my skin. My boots were gone. It was incredibly dark.

"She's up," I heard someone whisper from the darkness. I turned, trying my hardest to make out any shapes or forms, but saw nothing, no one.

Just then, a bright light flared up from somewhere above me, the next instant candles were lit around the room I was in, lighting up the entire scene before me. I winced and looked away.

When I found that I could manage the brightness, I looked up to see four boys looming over where I was lying. Where was I? I realized that I was on a bed of leaves. Wow, my sleeping standards sure have changed since I had arrived here. Then again, I havent been knocked unconscious this much in all of my life. I sat up slowly, making sure the room didnt spin too much, and looked at the boys that were gathered around me.

Each one looked entirely different from the other, yet they all looked the same. I spotted Tiny out of the group instantly. He smiled timidly. "'Ello, Wen-"

"My name is not Wendy," I said dryly. What I wouldnt kill for a glass of water. "I'd appreciate it if everyone stopped calling me that."I stood up, stretching my somewhat sore muscles. I guess falling through the sky is a grandiose workout. Who knew? "My name is Grace," I continued, "not Wendy. I dont even really like that name."

All of the boys looked at each other knowingly, then Tiny said, "Miss Grace?"

Uh oh.

All of the boys got on their knees.

No way.

"Please be our mother?" They all said in unison.

a/n: awh, picture Tiny saying that! How can you say no to that! Well, we'll see what Grace says! Stay tuned! Reviews always make my day! If you want to see me smile, click that little review button right below this.(:

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