Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan or any of its characters.
Okay, firstly, sorry for my lack of updating. Honestly, FanFiction is not really that high on my list of priorities right now, not to mention that I haven't even felt inspired to write lately (You can blame a messy breakup for that. Dirty, rotten cheater… So, if you are going to hate someone, I beg to you hate my ex, not me!)
I really need to find time to start updating my stories again. Writing in general hasn't exactly been a top priority for me at the moment. I have a very important violin audition coming up (If I make it, I'm going to NY!) and I'm playing in qualifiers for a nationwide junior golf tournament… Busy me. I'm going to camp soon, but I promise you wonderful readers that you guys are still important to me and I will get updates up, even if they take me a while.
Happy reading!
In case you were wondering, I decided to make a list of the Pirates and Lost Boys. I figured about sixteen Pirates and thirteen Lost Boys. If any other important group names need to be made those will be taken care of later. If there's any confusion or if you catch a mistake just let me know. All of them might not show up in my story, but if they do this is just to avoid any serious confusion. (On your part and mine haha)
Lost Boys: Peter, Thomas, Collin, Sam, Jack, Jake, (Jake and Jack are twins) Tony, Riley, Ryan, Blake, Zach, Chandler, Aaron
Pirates: James, Smith, Ryder, Brody, Zane, Will, Mason, Austin, Evan, Jasper, Chase, Michael, Jett, Xander, Hunter, Ian
Wendy POV
As much as I was not looking forward to lunch and no doubt listening to another one of Lily's infamous foolproof schemes, I really wanted to be out of Spanish class. Ms. Winchester hated me the most out of all of the teachers at the school. It's not that I was a bitch to her, or that I didn't even work in her class and did the homework. I dutifully did both. She hated me because I never talked and on an even more rare occasion, I never smiled. Ms. Winchester was all smiles, all the time. Attitude was the most important thing to her, and mine was basically a zero. When I'm not with my friends, I don't have much of a personality. I give people the same blank stare, the same expressionless face, no particular attitude, and only if needed, I could use my monotone voice.
The small speaker above the classroom door is the machine that I worship, the beautiful noise of the ringing bell being the thing I wait through each one hundred and five-minute class for. The sound of the bell is actually really annoying, but it's never mattered to me. I can't stand each and every one of my classes of complete and utter hell so the bell is like music to my ears. I was staring at the small, white speaker now, waiting the last few seconds of class for the bell to ring already. I had the timing down. The bell would ring when the second hand had just passed the seven. In three… two… one… RING!
I had timed it so perfectly; I was able to be out of the classroom door before anyone else had even thought of packing up their things in their backpacks. My backpack was slung loosely over one of my shoulders; I wouldn't be carrying it long anyway. I sat my backpack down under "our" tree, a large oak that's been here since before the school was even built. I grabbed a hold of one of the branches and easily swung myself into the tree. I did gymnastics at one time, so I was god at things like this. I sat down in the crevice of where the branch met the large trunk of the tree as I waited for Belle and Lily.
I saw them approach and give me their signature eye rolling.
"Get down, Wendy. You know as well as I do that Belle can't climb up there!"
"Hey!" Belle shouted in reply as she lightly punched Lily's arm, obviously not causing any real harm. Lily shrugged.
"Just get down, Wen." I jumped from the tree branch and landed skillfully in from of the two of them. "Very nice. You don't do any sports but you sure have potential." I gave Lily the "you're kidding me, right?" stare and then sat myself down at the base of the tree.
"Plan?" was the only word I decided to speak.
"Oh yeah. Well, it's not as brilliant as my others have been in the past, but it'll surely work. We have to get you a boyfriend, Wendy, a pirate boyfriend. It'll get into Peter's head and surely get him jealous. Anyway, Wendy, here's the bad news…" Oh boy. That's never a good sign. "You need a makeover. And this isn't coming from Belle. This is coming from me, Lily. Sure, I'll put Belle in charge of that little step, but seriously Wen. You need to take care of yourself."
"I do!" My protest was beyond weak.
"No, you don't! You've owned that Goddamn hoodie since the fourth grade. It barely fits you and has holes in the elbows! The elbows! I can't remember the last time you combed your hair and you almost never eat." I couldn't deny that. She was right. I wasn't in exactly the best condition. "I'm not saying you have to go dye your hair and buy a whole new wardrobe, I'm just saying that you should fix yourself up a little bit."
"Oh!" Belle was getting overly excited, as always. "Maybe just like one or two new pairs of jeans, American Eagle is having a sale you know, and a few pretty tee shirts or something? And by the Mermaids, you definitely need a new jacket! And I've got makeup covered…" Lily chuckled at Belle's newfound enthusiasm.
"Sounds good Belle. You've got that part covered. I'm going to have to teach you how to talk the talk and walk the walk. You need to let Peter know that you're unattainable, but make him want you even more."
"I thought the point was to be able to live with Peter for a few weeks, not make him fall in love with me," I replied.
"It's alright. He's already halfway there anyway." I would have asked her what she meant, but there was really no need for her to explain. "You could have the hottest boy in the school, plus every other boy will lust after you too? Doesn't that sound great?"
"I don't want to steal your life Belle. I have my own."
"Not a very good one. You don't talk to anybody Ms. Darling, and frankly, we're getting tired of it. You need to break out of whatever shell you've created and get over whatever's holding you back!" I wanted to retort with something witty, but I was fresh out of comebacks, not to mention that everything she was saying was completely true. I'd been this way since before I can remember and I now agreed when she said that I needed a change. I was up for it.
"Yeah, I guess I'll go through with your ridiculous plan. You know, this doesn't guarantee me a Pirate boyfriend if we're referring back to what you originally said."
"Oh, trust me, as soon as we fix you up a bit, every one of the Pirates and Lost Boys will want you," Belle not so helpfully assured me. I rolled my eyes at her.
"I can't believe I'm going to go through with this." I shook my head. Out of the corner of my eye, it was all too easy to see who was approaching: Peter Pan. "Shit," I muttered to myself. He wore his signature cocky grin and was flanked on either side by two lost boys: Collin and Thomas.
"What do you want Peter?" I groaned, not even having to look at him as he sat himself next to me.
"I only want you Ms. Darling."
"Ha. Ha. Very funny Peter. I don't really give a damn what you say right now, because I'm not really in the mood for talking."
"Aww… come on Wendy. Just talk to your partner for a few minutes. He really wants to talk to you. Please?" From my peripheral vision, I caught a quick glance at him, which turned out to be a big mistake. His bright eyes were wide and he was smiling his charming smile. Damn you, Peter Pan.
"Okay, you have about thirty seconds to make a valid point or I walk, Peter."
"That's all I need. But I do have one requirement." He paused as a smirk drew up the corners of his lips. "We talk alone."
"Hell no!" I shouted, perhaps a little too loud. "Not going to happen. Ever. Period. Got it?" Peter shook his head, still smiling. Why did he have to be so childish?
"Aww… come on Wen. We're going to be alone when we do our project, obviously." He had a valid point.
"Don't you ever call me Wen again. Got it?" He smirked. "And I'm not seeing this conversation going anywhere unless it's the two of us alone, so I guess I'll talk to you." I placed my hands behind me on the grass and pushed myself up. Peter offered me his hand, but I smacked it away.
Peter led the way, leading the two of us into one of the abandoned hallways. It was lunch after all. Who would want to hang out in a hallway?
"Wendy," he started. He turned toward me and backed me up against the wall, placing his hands on either side of my head. "Wendy Darling."
"Whoa, personal space issues," I said, pushing against his chest slightly. He didn't budge. "Look, I don't know who you think you are…"
"I don't think. I know. I know that I'm Peter Pan and I know that you are very attracted to me right now, but I know that you would never admit that." I glared at Peter.
"You know nothing, especially about me," I retorted quickly.
"That wasn't denial." Peter smirked.
"I wasn't admitting it either. Had I denied it, you would have thought the same as if I had admitted it. That's the funny thing about the responses you force me to give you. You always get the meaning that you want."
"Of course I do. It's part of being me." I rolled my eyes.
"Is there anything else you want to tell me before I slap you and walk away? Because I can certainly tell you that this closeness," I gestured to him and me, "is not working for me."
"I certainly think it's working for me." He pushed himself a little closer to me. "But if you're uncomfortable…" He backed up so he was a few feet away from me. "I really want you to like me Wendy." I rarely met his eyes, I knew that I would be just like the other girls who fell for him if I did. I looked up anyway. His eyes looked the sincerest I'd ever seen on anyone, especially on him.
"Look, no matter what I think about you, we're going to have to work together on this project. We both need an A. You especially, because you can't pass the class without it." He grimaced. "That's probably why the teacher paired you with me. Either way, if you're willing to work and actually do work and we do get an A on this project, I'll like you enough. Okay?"
"I want you to like me more than just enough to deal with me Wendy. I want to be friends, at the very least. Hang out for reasons other than this stupid project and after the projects over, just because you like being with me."
"Sorry, but I can't make promises like that."
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