What happens when the troublesome Peter Pan meets his new ,
English neighbors and their Darling daughter ?
What happends when one of Peters friends asks him to be his
Wingman for said Darling ?
Theres just one teeny tiny
Problem
Peter hates tha...
(Wendy's rational brain is back online and ya girl is panicking majorly also split second decisions were made.)
Wendy's pov
I hearsounds of footstepswalkinground my room andI assume it's Nana so I ignore them. Unfortunately for me it's not NanaandI'm suddenly attacked by my youngest brother. I groan as my eyes flyopenin surprise to see Michealsitting my legs "Get up, get up ,get up!" I groanplayfully and roll myselfover to tickle his sides. He yells "truce, truce" as Ishakemy head and continue tickling his sides. Father enters the room pulling me off of Michealandpinning us both down to tickle us both at one time. I easily squirm awayandrush to my bathroom to follow my morningroutine, Iexit the bathroom after Ifinishbrushing my teeth and I notice my bedroom isemptyand there are voicesdownstairs only.I sigh to myself walking back to my room to change into some comfortable clothes for the long day aheadof me. When Ienter my roomI look to thewindowandI feel my cheeks heat up, Istillcan't believe I actually kissed Peter even if it was just his cheek. He was just nowgetting comfortable with me andIprobablyjust screwed it up. I shake my head and pull open my closettryingtoavoidlooking at my neighbors window. I quickly locate an oversized sweater to put onand a comfortable pair of jeans to wear. I changeandsighlookingaround my room forpossibly the lasttime in a while.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Once I get downstairs I see that Mother made waffles. she offers me my platetelling me that the rest of my family is outside. I pauseinthedoorway "Iknowit'slast minute but could Iget my hair cut beforeI leave?" My mom blinks at me andshenods "if that'swhat you want to doI'llmakethe appointment for rightafterbreakfast." I beam happily rushingacross the kitchen to hug hertightly "thank you." She nods huggingmebackand ushering me outside. OnceI get outsideI'mgreeted with my familyeating at the patio table. Michealquickly jumps up and pulls out my chair for me. I smileas i ruffle his hair and take my seat. I cut into my chocolate chip wafflesandIsmile, Motherknows these are my absolute favorite. Father winks at me as I happily take a bite of my waffles. Soon enough mother joins us outsideand we share small talkas we eat. I notice throughout our conversations John has been very short and standoffish towardsour attempts. I make amentalnote to talk with him afterwe'redone eating. Soon enough we finisheatingandMichealhelpsFatherandmothercarry in our dishes.