Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The Peter Pan series belong to its respectful owner(s). If I did own it, Peter and Wendy would have been happily together in Neverland and Jane and Maggie would be taking dirt naps.

The Darlings returned to their home. They reunited with their family, who were happy to see them again. After, Michael and John fell asleep and Wendy was saying goodbye to her dearest Peter Pan. Now they had strong romantic feelings towards each other, but hadn't the gull to say anything.

Especially Peter Pan.

He liked staying as a young boy forever and he thought that accepting and finding love was grown-up and he wanted to stay a boy forever. But he thought to say something before they part, he just … didn't know the right words. "I love you." seemed too cheesy. Plus it might scare her away. He didn't want to do that now. Especially after all they've gone through, he might ruin their friendship. But he just had to let her know, but he had to have some hope that she liked him as well.

"Well, this is goodbye."

Wendy had her head facing the floor with sadness. She truly wanted to stay with him and the Lost Boys forever, but she had other people to love. Not romantic-like, of course. Those feelings resided in Peter, but feelings towards family. After meeting Peter Pan and falling in love with him, Wendy was beginning to question if she'd ever love another boy again.

"Yes. Goodbye, Peter."

She needed to say something. Anything. Anything to give Peter a hint that she has romantic feelings for him. But she was afraid at the same time she was desperate. She knew that he hated growing up, so she might ruin their friendship. Maybe just a tiny whisper.

"Goodbye. Wendy."

Peter Pan started to ascend to the skies above and fly away with his companion who had finally gotten over her jealousy of Wendy, Tinkerbell, until …

"I like you."

Peter Pan stopped, stopping a confused Tinkerbell in return. The sound was faint. So faint that he could barely hear it or make out the voice that said it. He turned around to Wendy, who acted like he had said it.

"Wendy, did you say something?" Wendy shrugged.

"I didn't say anything Peter. I thought you said something."

Peter Pan shrugged and started off again, when the strange sound came back. And this time, a bit louder, but not much.

"I like you."

He recognized the sound sounded romantic, as if someone was saying "I love you." but was shy in saying it. Yet, he still couldn't make out the words. Peter Pan stopped and turned to Wendy again.

"Now, I know you said something, Wendy. Don't act like you didn't say something. Now, what did you say?"

Tinkerbell was as confused as Peter. She absolutely had no idea to what was going on. Being a small fairy, she could hear better than Peter, but the sound being so faint, she couldn't recognize the voice, but could make out two words. I and you. She just couldn't figure out what was between.

Wendy, on the other hand, was still acting like she didn't say anything.

"I didn't say anything, Peter. Are you messing with me?"

Peter had a serious expression on his face, completely sure that it was her that said something. After watching her very convincing act, he let it go and started to ascend again with Tinkerbell. Wendy was getting worried. She had to do something. If only … She held in her breath. She couldn't hold it in. He was going to know she liked him whether he liked it or not. She didn't want to regret it later in her life.

"I LIKE YOU!"

Now that, he heard. In fact, the sound was so loud, it was starting to wake the neighbors. Peter had to leave and leave soon before someone else caught wind of him. But he didn't care. A large grin appeared on the young ginger's face, extending from ear to ear. He finally had confirmation. He turned around, wearing his grin openly.

Wendy was ecstatic. He hadn't drawn away from her! In fact, she was sure he felt the same way about her.

"So, … Wendy … do you … still want … that kiss? You know, for … sewing my shadow?"

Wendy smiled. He had remembered that she wanted a kiss in return for sewing his shadow back to him. But she shook her head.

"Peter, there's no need. You've already paid me back."

Peter became confused again.

"HUH?"

Wendy giggled.

"My brothers and I had a wonderful time with you. Thanks for taking us to Neverland."

Peter blushed. Something he hadn't done in a really long time.

"Anytime. It's too bad you three have to stay here and grow up." He shuddered. "Whenever you need to come visit Neverland, just give me a holler."

Wendy chuckled.

"Sure, Peter. Sure."

Peter took his hat off his head and bowed to Wendy. Wendy bowed back lady-like. Peter was squeezing his hat because he was having a hard time letting Wendy go.

"Goodbye, Wendy."

"Goodbye, Peter."

And with that, her soft goodbye and the satisfaction that they had the same feelings for each other, Peter and Tinkerbell, who was a little starstruck witnessing that moment, took off.

As Peter Pan and Tinkerbell's silhouettes disappear, Wendy cried out,

"I'll always believe in you, Peter Pan!"

And so, she did. After a while, Wendy Darling left the window sill, keeping it open in case he might come back early and went off to bed. She curled up in her sheets and closed her eyes.

The second star to the right shines in the night for you …