Disclaimer; So, I figured I would continue this. (No pressure or anything.) So, uh, yeah. Song; Still Into You by Paramore. (L.O.V.E this song, and Leaving You by Audien feat. Michael S. hence why I chose it last time...) I have no excuse for not updating...Except...Sorry?
My promise to Peter had not been forgotten, seeing as he had reminded me for the past four years. He himself had aged as much as I had, and is now sixteen. Waking up on my birthday had been a pleasant surprise, or an awkward one. I had tried to stretch when I awoke, but something was wrapped around my waist. I shuffled around, turning to see Peter sleeping soundly next to me. A smile graced my lips as I watched him for a moment, before I decided that I was acting strangely and shook his arm gently.
"Peter," I whispered into his ear, "Wake up."
"I'm up, I'm up!" He groaned, before nuzzling his head into the back of my neck. Making me mentally face palm, he wasn't going to get up.
"Come on, Peter. Get up!" I shook his shoulder again, but I got the opposite response as he pulled me closer nuzzling my neck again.
"I don't wanna!" He growled, squeezing me closer.
"Can I at least get up, Peter?" I whisper, turning around to face him.
"No!" He whines, as I try to wiggle out of his hold.
"Come on Peter, let me up." I gently brush his light orange hair away from his close eyes.
"Fine." He mumbled, letting me up. I quickly scrambled out of the bed so I could change into something nice to wear for my birthday. Something I could wear for the rest of eternity, no pressure. I looked through my drawer for something elegant but simple.
"What about this, Wendy?" Peter held up a simple forest green halter dress, this dress had always been my favorite.
"I love it." I smile, taking it from his hands to slip it on in the bathroom. When I had gotten into the bathroom, I slipped on the dress. It's sleeves were short only a quarter, and it had a heart shaped top stopping above my cleavage. It had a slightly low backside, stopping at the small of my back. It held snugly to my waist and torso before fanning out slightly. I brushed up, before tying my strawberry blonde hair back into a high pony tail.
"How do I look?" I quirked an eyebrow at Peter, spinning so that the bottom of the dress came out like a saucer.
"Beautiful, Wendy." He grinned.
"Marvelous, now to see to my brothers." I walked out of my room and to Michael and John's. Upon seeing my two little brothers sleeping so soundly, made me smile. They were growing to be handsome young men, I couldn't have been more proud. My, I'm staring to sound like my mother. I am getting old, I giggle.
"Good morning, and happy sixteenth birthday." Michael surprised me, wrapping himself around me in a tight embrace.
"I am sixteen aren't I?" I smile, then I grow serious.
"What's wrong, Wendy?" John sits up groggily, wiping the sleep from his eyes, "Oh yes, happy birthday."
"Are you guys coming to Neverland with me?" I whisper, playing with my brother's hair.
"Forever?" They ask in unison.
"Forever." I confirm.
"...No," John mumbles, "I want to grow up. Maybe when I turn sixteen?"
"Maybe when I turn sixteen as well." Michael nods.
"I understand." I give a small, sad smile.
"Oh Wendy, I just don't want to be young and small forever. I want to be big and tall forever!" John smiles, though in truth I know he wants to grow up.
I nod, turning away. I should have known they were not going to back me up, it was literally a life or death situation. And they have just chosen death over a life filled with laughter, there sister and an island clearly at our disposal for amusement.
Peter grabs me by my waist, and pulls me to the window where this all started four years ago. I smile, despite the tears in my eyes. I was never coming back to this place, never going to see John or Michael grow up into young men, or see them get married, plain and simple; I was staying sixteen for the rest of my...eternal life. With a very, very attractive boy and a land so bloody beautiful. I try to get this jammed in my memory, something so fresh that I would never forget, but I know like an old photograph it will slowly fade at the edges until it is nothing more than a distorted image.
"Let's go before I change my mind." I whimper, knowing very well that I will indeed run back if any hesitation. Though, I sense no hesitation when Peter hears this, as he tightens his grip and jumps off the ledge. I hear my strangled squeak, still not quite used to flying as I had when I was young.
"It's alright, Wendy." Peter tries to comfort me, but ends up chuckling as I grasp his shirt tighter to me.
"Second to the right, straight until morning." I give a small smile, remembering how beautiful London had looked as we flew above. The lights shining brightly, the sky so pure. The night looked as it did all those years ago, not once changing. The city looked so, so-ah I had no words to describe just how marvelous it looked.
"Yep. Straight until morning, maybe it won't be as boring with you by my side this time." He took a deep dive, weaving in and out of narrow alley ways. The night was filled with the most elegant silence, and our laughter. We talked for endless hours as we made our journey back to where it started, and where it will all forever go on.
When I awoke in the morning, I was on a bed different than my own. A warm body, and strong arms wrapped around me. I sucked in my gasp and turned toward the person. When my eyes landed on Peter, my eyes softened. Though, my heart beat did not. It pounded so loud and fast, I could not believe that he hadn't heard it.
"Peter..." I whispered, shaking him gently. Please don't act like this again. I want to get up...
"H-huh?" His eyes shot open, emerald green eyes stared at me. Tightening his grip on me, I coughed lightly. He visibly relaxed when he realized it was just me.
"P-Peter! I c-can't br-breath!" I rasped, when he finally laughed. Letting me go, I inhaled deeply. Sweet, sweet air!
"Come on Wendy, the Lost Boys have been so excited to see you!" He was then beside me, leading me into the main room.
I watched as they all attacked me, as if in slow motion. Mouths open, my name bounced off the walls as they grabbed me. Holding on tightly, bringing me to the ground. I laughed, as so did they. Peter watched intently as I and the boys caught up. We talked for hours, at least, about what the past four years have been like for each of us. Mine was all about finishing school though, ironically enough, I never finished. They talked about the pirates, and William. Thoughts swirled through my mind when they mentioned his name. How has he been? Has he gotten older? Is he still the same boy? Does he have hatred towards us?
I shook my head, and refocused on what the boys were saying. Maybe I would have a chance to speak to him, just maybe.