Disclaimer; Will you let me apologize with a new chapter? I just got off for break myself, so do bear with me. For the past two chapters, I have used one song. Well, I wish I could make it so long and so detailed that it will paint a picture in your head, but I don't have the time or attention span to do so. So, anyway, you probably won't listen to the whole album but it is Trespassing by Adam Lambert. ~Try; Never Close Our Eyes, Pop That Lock, Chokehold, and Runnin' from the album~
There was amusement throughout the household, or rather an underground penthouse made of dirt. Over the past four years, the boys have acquired more modern furniture. Such as newer beds, a refrigerator, and new weapons. Things to keep them entertained, such as a television or perhaps a board game, were forbidden for Neverland was entertainment enough for them. I found myself finding comfort in the place, my forever home. Seeing as I was the woman of the household, I was to do the chores. It wasn't that I minded that much anyway, I only had eternity to live. The boys bed sheets were not the most appropriate in this place, seeing as they were either blue, yellow, or pink. I ran my hand along the dirt walls of the corridors, committing it to memory early on. I could only wonder where the Peter smitten Tinkerbell was.
"Wendy? We're going out!" Peter calls down the hall from the living room, and I roll my eyes. He seemed too hyper to be inside anyway, he would only cause a larger mess than was already filling the entire place.
"Alright, Peter." I reply, continuing my rounds in the household. My dress swished whilst I walked, amusing me. I found myself in the main room, taking it in. I hum as I clean up after the boys, loving the way my voice echoed off the walls softly, giving me different variations of my voice. The harmony of my voice was filling my ears as I hummed a soft melody. My hips swung to the beat I created, making me love it more than ever as my dress flew up slightly in a saucer motion. I found myself dancing around as if the room was a ballroom. Twisting and turning, I let my mouth open to get a little louder. Before I knew it, I found myself singing what I hadn't been able to get out for years. I had left my journal at hom- my old house, because I wouldn't trust any of these boys with it. Not that they could read anyway, but just for precautions sake.
"Was it just four years ago, when I found out I was in love with you.
Was it just four years ago, when you broke my heart?
And now, just now, I know I never stopped.
No- no. I never stopped, I never stopped.
I never stopped loving you.
And now, just now, I know that you.
Yeah you, you never broke my heart.
Not from the start, no not my heart.
And now, just now, I know I never stopped.
I never, never, stopped.
No, no, I never stopped.
Never stopped loving you!
Even after all this time, even with the perfect rhyme,
You still can't see, that you're the one for me."
A loud thundering sounded from the doorway, and my heart dropped. In front of me stood a very familiar man, though he seemed different, if only slightly. He smiled, still clapping a bit. He wore a deep blue shirt, hugging his chest mind you, and dark black dress pants, along with the infamous silver H adoring his boots. His jet black hair was shaggy, and he had a bit of an after shave. Sapphire eyes freeze me on the spot. He looked so, handsome. He was older now, probably nineteen at least.
"Hello, Wendy. It's been a while, no?" He smiles, giving me a soft smile.
"Yes it has." I nod, cautious of him.
"No need to fret, darling. It's just me." William steps to the side, allowing me to see that no one was behind him.
"It is nice to see you after all this time, William." I smile, Neverland has a weird way of showing that it wants me to see someone.
"I see you took my advice?" He nods at my body, probably my age if that were an object.
"I did, and I'm sure being just a friend will be nice enough." I laugh, but it comes out slightly harsher than intended.
There was a moment of silence to mourn those words. The silence was uncomfortable, but, if not for the slight fidgeting, William waited for me to speak first. Though, as the minutes droned on, his fidgeting became more prominent. I shifted uneasily, neither of us had a clue what we were going to say so we stayed silent.
William clears his throat, "Well, I should take my leave." I nod, still shifting from foot to foot.
He dips his head slightly, before leaving through the doorway. My mouth is clamped shut as I continue to clean up around the living room. Then, if that wasn't enough I silently set the dinner table for the arrival of the boys. Moving the disarray of items in a zombie like state, plates and glasses clanked in my arms as I set them out.
"Wendy? We're back!" Peter calls from the doorway, before pulling me into a hug. My mind was still quite numb, and my limbs weren't functioning correctly but I hugged him nonetheless.
"Welcome back, Peter and boys." I reply, my voice was soft and robotic. I got concerned glances from the boys, but Peter, whether he was oblivious to it or not, did not show signs of it.
"Alright, we caught dinner! Help me prepare it, Wendy?" The boys cheer, and I nod in response. Following after Peter with his kill, making sure not to look at the poor dead creature. Shivering slightly when I realize we will be skinning it, but I compose myself as Peter sets the animal down and turns to me. "Wendy are you alright? You don't look well."
His cold hands touched my hot and clammy skin, and I closed my eyes and clamped my mouth to keep from moaning at how good it felt for my skin to be soothed. I open my eyes to look at Peter's emerald green orbs boring into my hazel ones, and keep the gasp down from just how close we are.
"I-I'm fine." I stutter, tripping over my words my mind seems to have just left for a moment, please check back in a few hours.
"You're burning up, Wendy." He states, very sure of himself as always, "Why don't you go lie down? I'll prepare dinner, then we'll talk about what happened today to make you this way."
I nod walking away, trying not to stumble down the corridors. I know I wasn't hungry because as soon as my head hit Peter's pillow, I was asleep and hopefully Peter will forget about it.
My sleep will filled with darkness, and I couldn't help but feel as though it was suffocating me. The heat was threatening to make me cry out, but I couldn't find my voice. My body felt heavy, as if I was being held down. It was painful to say the least. I could hear a far off whimper, probably my own, but it faded into a listless sleep. Though, the one thing that kept repeating in my mind was William's face and words. Would it let me go? They, Neverland, already granted me a false wish, we hadn't talked for more than a few minutes before the horrendous silence. Now, of all the wishes I should have made, it should have been to wish to be friends with him. At least one day.