Chapter 3
Even though Wendy was scared to look, she did. She had to know what happened. Wendy leaned over her window and glanced down. Peter was there, sitting on the ground next to Nana's doghouse, clearly shocked. "Peter! Are you alright?" Wendy couldn't see quite what Peter was doing, but she saw his face when he looked up, and his facial expression told Wendy he was hurt. Physically, she wasn't sure, but emotionally, there was no doubt about it. A flood of embarassment, regret, and guilt washed over Wendy completely. She felt sick to her stomach. What had she done?
Wendy saw Peter raise his hand up at her and point. He now looked angry. "You hurt me Wendy. I thought you were my friend. Sorry I thought wrong!"
"Why didn't you fly?"
"Because I wasn't ready!" Peter was now on his feet. "I never would have known that you hated me so much. Otherwise I wouldn't have ever come!" His hands were in fists by his side. Wendy could see that Peter was trying to defend himself, but because he thought she hated him. "Peter! I don't hate you! I never hated you! Not in the least!" Her pleading voice convinced Peter, but that didn't stop him from being upset. He flew up to the window, and paused a foot away from it, trying not to get too close to Wendy.
"Then why did you push me?" That was a question Wendy didn't know the answer to. Losing eye contact, and slowly backing away, Wendy started panicking. How was she going to explain to Peter why she pushed him out of the window. She couldn't even explain to herself why she pushed him. Wendy felt so ashamed. "I-I don't know, I-Peter I don't know what to say, I didn't mean-" She could feel her heart pound harder and faster, and her blood felt like it was boiling under her skin. Wendy could feel her face get red, and heat coming off of it, as if it were heat from a fire. She had to get out. The look on Peter's face hadn't changed its message, but the look itself had. More confused, or in disbelief. What must he be thinking, Wendy asked herself. She didn't know what Peter was thinking, but with the state she was in, the anger he possessed and his thoughts of her, it couldn't be good. In a loud whisper, Wendy said, "I'm so sorry!" She covered her face and headed for the door.
Peter was shocked. He believed Wendy when she said she was sorry, and that she didn't mean to, but didn't mean to what? Didn't mean to push him out if her two story house, or didn't mean to hurt him? Either way, when he saw Wendy run out the way she did, with that look of fright on her face, he forgave her right the and there. He could hear the front door close quietly, and saw a figure rushing to the backyard. Without hesitation, Peter flew away from the window, and into the night sky.
Wendy, on the other hand, sat on a log, in front of the pond that lay in her backyard. Little yellow flowers surrounded the whole area. The wind was picking up, which was good. Wendy needed to cool down, but there was also a bad side. That had to mean that Peter was flying back to Neverland. She didn't even get to say goodbye. They couldn't make amends and have a friendly, clean goodbye. Wendy never felt so disappointed into her entire life. Her eyes filled up with tears again. Wendy hated to cry, and she had never done it so much in one night before.
Looking up at the two brightest stars in the sky, Wendy waited. Waited to see him fly to the one on the right. Before she could wait any longer than a few seconds, before Wendy felt two strong arms lift her from the log: one arm under her legs and another around her back. She gasped. "Peter! What are you doing?"
Peter didn't look at Wendy. He just said, "I'm taking you home, where you belong."
Wendy didn't dare talk anymore. Instead, she just wrapped her arms around Peter's neck and held on tightly. Peter took a quick glance down at Wendy and smiled. She didn't see him. Her eyes were closed. Peter looked back up, still smiling at the sleeping brunette he held in his arms, and continued flying, off to the second star on the right.