The cheering died down at last and Peter jumped to the top of the ship to speak with the Lost Girls. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing heavy as he floated up to stand on the rains. Tink flew around him.

"Let's have one final party, before they have to go." A loud roar went up in the crowd before the girls went wolf and jumped over board to go set up. Wendy watched the furry mounds mash at the water swimming to shore. Once they were on the sand and morphing back, she turned to Peter. He had flown down to stand behind her to watch alongside her.

"Take my hand Wendy." His fingers laced together perfectly with hers and they took to the sky. John and Michael flew from a distance. They didn't want to watch their sister make googly eyes at a boy.

Finally at the tree, the whole inside had been redecorated for dinner and dancing. The girls had prepared roasted duck and sautéed deer. Each glass had crystal clear water. There were bowls of fruit and even a little cake. Time must have stopped here so they could prepare everything.

Everyone took their normal seats and dug in. The food was scrumptious. "Good work girls." They all smiled at Wendy's comment. Their voices rose and chatter was amongst them all until desert was finally passed around.

A ring rattled inside the home and Peter jumped up to answer the door. He returned with a grin and a few guests. Tiger Lily and several of the boys she lived with were standing inside the door way.

"Come have some cake and then we dance." Wendy cut off several slices of cake for them. Even they enjoyed the girls' cake that was covered in frosting and sprinkles.

At last they had all eaten the food and the music began to play. Peter took Wendy to the center of the room and twirled with her. One would move and the other's body would respond perfectly. They were in sync just like the beat of the music. The whole time they never parted. Even when the other dancers butted in, they remained just inches away from each other. Something about this being their last night, made them want to enjoy this on a deeper level.

"Tink go get your friends and make it sparkle." Alice's soft voice whisked the fairy away and out into the star speckled night. The girl went back to dancing with Michael.

John had Tiger Lily in his arms for the slow song. Her head rested on his shoulder as he stepped in them in a slow rhythm. The paint on her face had smeared from the sweating and closeness. Half was now stained in various places on John. He was breathing hard trying not to show it. She was grinning as she relaxed against him.

At last the fairies returned glowing bright. They illuminated the room brilliantly. As if planned, they each went to a spot to appear like dangling lights around the perimeter of the ceiling. The rest made constellations along the ceiling.

"Lie down and look everyone." Peter pulled Wendy down beside him. One by one they all followed each other to look up into the fairy made sky. Two fairies sling shot one across the sky. Some flickered the lights to make it seem like there was a wave. Once it had passed new images showed up. There were fireworks. Several became hearts.

When the show ended the music didn't. Some of the fairies danced with each other as everyone returned to their partner. The last song was slow allowing the couples a final moment. In their eyes it had ended too soon. John had to walk Tiger Lily outside before giving her a kiss goodbye. They would never meet again.

Peter helped clean up and tuck in all the girls with Wendy. As soon as their heads hit the pillow they went to sleep. The day had worn them out completely. Even Michael had fallen asleep on one of the empty beds. All the candles were blown out and the fairies shut off their lights before fluttering out the doors. Wendy cleaned up the dining room as best she could.

In the middle of stacking a dish, Peter had wrapped his arms around her. She smiled relaxing into him. He kissed her cheek and spun her around to face him. Slowly they stepped in little squares still entranced by the music.

"Our last night together." His words didn't sadden either of them. Instead he pulled her away from the chores and behind the curtain to his own secret world. Wendy had been there before, but not like this. They hadn't gotten this close and fell so irreversibly in love that sleep couldn't even keep them apart.

I have a question for all those who read constantly, if I wrote and published a story from my own imagination would you buy/read it based upon the style I write in now?