Chapter 2

Tears filled up Wendy's eyes. She looked like she had lost something very importand to her, and didn't know what to do because she was scared. But what could she have lost? What could she be scared of? It was an honest mistake. It was only a moment of madness, thinking it could actually be Him.

Wendy stared down at the old beggar. Ringing his bell as loudly as he could. Wendy was so absentminded that she didn't even know what she was thinking about, she didn't even notice the tears that fell down her cheeks. When she did, it all became clear. Wendy dropped down and burried her face in her folded arms aganst the edge of the window. It was real. It was all real. Wendy was sure it was all real, but she needed proof. She needed to hear his voice, but she wasn't thinking about all that. She was thinking about how lost she was. How did she get this way? "Wendy?"

Wendy's head shot up. There it was. The proof. The voice. As if he had heard her plea coming from inside of her. "Peter?" she asked in a whispered voice. There was a troubled look on him face. "Are you okay?" Wendy wiped her eyes. It was only just then she remembered the salty liquid on her face. "Oh, um...yes." A smile appeared on Peter's face. "W-what are you doing here?" Peter flew a fast circle around her before answering. In through the window, then curvred out. "You missed me." Wendy faced away and crossed her arms. "Oh really." Peter flew back in front of Wendy. "You did, didn't you?" Wendy uncrossed her arms and just looked at Peter. He sat crisscross in the air, leveled with Wendy, and looked away, crossing his arms. He put a childish smug on his face. "I came all the way here from Neverland so you could see me, the least you could do is say you missed me."

"Oh, but I did!"

Peter looked back. "Really?" A smile spread across his face.
"Well, yes. Um, could we just start over?"

Peter flew out the window and faced towards Wendy's room. She turned around and faced him. A smiled a small grin. "Hello, Peter."

"Hey." His happiness was obvious, thanks to the kiddy excitement on his face.
"How are you? It's been a while."

"I know. I'm quite lonely these days."

"Peter Pan lonely? Well, where are the Lost Boys?"

"They're soon going to leave my side. They said they're ready to grow up." Peter had a sad look on his face.

"Really! Oh, but why? Neverland is so much fun!"

"But it isn't enough for some."
Wendy thought for a moment. She had never seen Peter so sad. She wanted to cheer him up somehow. "Well, it's not like they'll be all grown up by tomorrow. Perhaps they'll change their mind."

Peter sat in the same crisscross position as before and just shook his head. "Once they leave, there's no coming back."

"Why on Earth not?"

"Because I don't want grownups in Neverland." Now he was just being stubborn.

"Hook and his crew are grownups."

"Well, they're the only fools who dared go there." Peter grabbed ahold if his dagger and slung it out. "I could try to take them out, but then who would I have to feed to Tik Tok?" He laughed his cocky laugh.

Wendy let out a sigh. "Well, you don't rule Neverland."

Peter looked shocked. He stuck is dagger back into the space in his belt. Then he put on a proud face and said, "Of course I do!"

Annoyed, Wendy turned around, crossing her arms. Then, she turned her head back to Peter with a smirk and said, "Prove it."

"Prove it? I can't prove it! Not here anyway."

Wendy turned her head back around and released her crossed arms to where they were slightly behind her, and walked off towards her bed. "Fine then," she said calmly, and somewhat playfully. Before she got to her bed, she stopped, then turned around. "By the way, Peter, where's Tinkerbelle?"

"Huh?" Peter turned out towards the night sky. "Tink! Tink!"

Wendy walked back over to her window. Peter waved his hand in a careless way. "Ah, she probably went back to Neverland."

Neverland. The name kept ringing in Wendy's ears. She wanted to see what all has been happening there, even though, she knew she couldn't go. Peter was only there to visit her, because she missed him. Oh how she missed him. Not just Peter, but the Lost Boys, the adventures, and just Neverland itself. Peter wasn't there, at her window to take her back to Neverland with him, but Wendy wished. Perhaps, if she couldn't see it for herself, Peter could tell her how Neverland was. He turned back around and faced Wendy. "Tell me, Peter, has Neverland changed much?"

Peter sat down on the edge of the window. "Nope. It's just the way I want it. As long as I'm the hero, which I always am, Neverland will never change!"

There he goes again. Concieted little Peter Pan. Wendy rolled her eyes with another smirk on her face. If it weren't for his ability to fly, she wouldn't have given him a playful nudge which caused him to fall out if the window. Wendy didn't look over, for the possibility that he might be there when she did, making their heads knock together. No, she waited, and just at the time when she was sure he had used his reflexes to rise back up, Wendy heard a loud "thump!"