The Next Adventure (2003 Peter Pan fanfiction)

"Father knows best."

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO--Wendy's P.O.V.
 
        Night had fallen and Tink decided to host an engagement party for Peter and I. A huge bonfire roared outside our treehouse while the lost boys danced their hearts out to some Native drummers that came over to the island to celebrate with us. I would've liked it to be just the boys, Tink, and I, at first, but seeing how much fun the few Indians had made it changed my mind. In fact, I absolutely adored the chief's war bonnet on top of Peter's head.
         The colors in the feathers brought out the colors in his face, and seeing him wear it brought me back to the night we were bonded, or, in simpler terms 'engaged', when he kissed me behind that waterfall inside the cave. My cheeks held a strong blush when I thought back to it. In the moment, as we danced together now around the fire, my gaze would frequently shift over to the boys. I laughed out how silly they all were. Some danced while others morphed their shadow's into crazy shapes.
         Laughing once Peter spun me around, he slipped an arm around my lower back, pulling me close again. We stepped and swayed with the music, and without any distractions or thoughts clouding our emotions. I laughed a few more times but always kept a smile pinned upon my face. I was too happy to let it slip away, and for one thing, it wouldn't. It was nothing forced, just natural. But then the thought of Robin forced its way into my head. I felt eyes on me then furtively glanced over.
         Sitting quietly to himself, Robin hunched over. The way he seemed to watch me, stole my breath. The warm flames of the fire beautifully reflected in his gaze. I noticed omething rested in his hands. Before I could comprehend what it was, Peter spun me around again, and this time shifted a different direction. My back to Robin's now, I half-expected Peter to glare at me but he didn't. He was smiling, and then I realized he hadn't noticed me looking at Robin. I could tell by the look in his eyes. A weight lifted from my shoulders and I ended up smiling bigger than Peter himself.
         Another spin and a shift, and Peter's back was to Robin now. My gaze lifted to Robin's again. I tried to make out what was in his hands but whatever it was, it was too dark and seemed small. I looked at his eyes again and my stomach clenched with nervousness. I felt this sort've pulling toward him and had to fight the urge, that's what scared me. His gaze narrowing, he suddenly got up and I watched as he escaped into the forest. Did he want me to join him? I couldn't. I was dancing, and with Peter! He would surely suspect something.
         But I had to get away somehow, I just had to. I still couldn't though. Looking down, I danced closer to Peter, and struggled to calm how fast my heart was racing. I took deep breaths then Peter pulled me even closer. Our bodies touching, he snaked an arm around my lower back and suddenly the music slowed. He then held me tight. Closing my eyes, I rested my head on his shoulder and forced myself to think of all our memories till finally, that urge I had to follow Robin, faded.     
 
        Throughout the night, more and more of the Piccaninny natives would join the celebration. I would often grow worried. The island was meant to be kept a secret I thought. What if these Natives weren't to be trusted? At first, sure, but if they were threatened by Hook, they'd be sure to tell or was being cowardly not in their nature? I would've liked to think it wasn't but fear could do wild things to people.  
         In some part of the celebration--when it had settled down, a few Indians were teaching the lost boys and Peter this slow shadow dance with their hands, and they'd shift a leg at times. The drums were slowed and alongside of them, the shakers stole the mood of the atmosphere. Even they were slower. The Native teachers were graceful in their movements, and so beautiful. The boys were a bit off in the steps and hand shapes. I couldn't help but giggle silently to myself at Peter. He was the biggest out of the boys, yet so intrigued and unbothered by his size. Being too entranced by the dance, he would've never stole a chance to look back at me, though I didn't mind.
         Smiling at him, I suddenly remembered Robin. He had yet to show his face at the party since he left. Becoming anxious, I shot a glance at Tink who sat on a rock near one of the drummers. She was too lost in the mood the music and dancing had set. The top half of her body swayed softly, eyes closed. I had every intention of interrupting her to tell her about Robin's disappearance but didn't want to make a scene. Perhaps he was dressed as a Native and just blended in, or perhaps he was in the tree house?
         Before I allowed myself to panic any further, I silently escaped the circle around the fire. Quickly running into the forest, I went around and climbed the back side of the tree house, slipping onto the back balcony. Once I brought myself to my feet, I then crept inside and looked around the main room. It was empty, especially Robin's corner. My stomach almost sank as I went over to his canopy. I figured that perhaps he left a note to tell everyone where'd he be. But there was nothing. I then escaped into Peter's room. Empty. Once I got outside my own, I grew slightly nervous. What if he waited inside for me?!
         "Oh dear," I breathed to myself, anxious. Finally, I pushed open the door. Empty. Of course, Robin's too gentlemanly. I released a breath of relief and laughed about how worked up I got, and for no reason.
                "Wendy?" A familiar voice spoke from behind, making me jump and I whirled around.
                "Peter," I breathed, relieved with a smile and went over and hugged him.
                "Are you alright?" he asked me. I nodded, taking a deep breath.
                "I believe so," I then let go and looked up at him, "I thought I..." my voice faded out as I struggled. Peter lifted his brows and gestured me to continue.
                "You thought...?"
                "Thought I, uh," I then straightened out my nightgown, "...saw something," I lied, guilty. "Must've been an animal," I tried to laugh.
                "Was it a raccoon?" Peter then asked. My eyes bulged.
                "Uh..."
                "The reason I ask is because one has been stealing Robin's arrows," he explained.
                "Robin's you say?" I laughed nervously, my chest slightly heaving. Peter then nodded. He then furrowed his brows.
                "Are you sure you're alright?" I nodded quickly and pulled him into another hug.             
                "I'm sure," I smiled at him, calming. "Are you ready for sleep?" I asked, slightly tired, but a part of me wanted Peter to go to sleep without me. He shook his head and I was almost completely disappointed.
                "You know I used to sleep whenever I felt like it, not all the time was it in the night," he told me. I lightly smiled.
                "Well, Peter, you have to have some sort of bed time," I explained.
                "But why? Because adults say so? I don't think so, Wendy, not me," he said sternly. I laughed softly, holding my hands.
                "You must get your rest." Peter shook his head again. "Very well then," I sighed, "what would you like to do?" He then grabbed my hand.
                "Let's see the Natives sail away on their canoes!" He chirped, excitedly and pulled me out of my room.

A.N. Yayayayay an update! In truth, I wrote this a long time ago and meant to revise but never got around to it. My sincerest apologies!! I love you all so much, I hope this update stimulated your interest in this story. I know it's probably going in a scary direction with Pan and Wendy shippers because Wendy's getting eyes from Robin ;)...but you have to tell me. Do you think she'll go to sleep with Peter tonight or sneak off to find Robin because I'm telling you right now, one of the two are bound to happen...

Thank you for reading, more updates soon <333