Butterfly Daydreams

Neverland

"Come outside!" You heard **** say excitedly from your cell phone.

"But it's cold out!" You whined, smiling.

"I'm cold too so come outside!!!" He yelled.

He hung up. I you put your phone down and let out a long sigh before getting up and putting your boots and coat on.

The boy who just called you has been your best friend since diapers, and you secretly have  liked him a lot since third grade.

You walk outside to see him standing in the empty street, he waves at you and smiles.

You walk across your snow covered yard to the street. It wasn't too deep.

*** loves the snow, you don't. He plays a lot of sports, and he goes snowboarding in the winter, so he's excited that there's snow.

He had is beanie on, like he always does. It's like he never takes it off.

You step onto the street and look down at your boots as you stomp off the freshly fallen, powdery snow from them.

You look up to his blue eyes and smile shyly. He smiles back, actually, he never stopped, and opened his arms for a hug.

You never left request for a hug ungranted so you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tight, he responded by expanding his fingers on your back and puling you closer and sighing into your neck.

"Release me, peasent!" You yell with a lack of breath as he starts to compress your ribcage.

He laughs and lets you go.

"What did you want?" You ask, twisting your head to the side a little bit.

"I just wanted to take a walk in the woods." He said with a smile.

"The woods!" You say, surprised. "We haven't been in there since like, eighth grade!"

"I know, I noticed how much I missed it! We'll see if all of our stuff is still there!" He said, excited.

He was your sort-of neighbor. He lived across the street, four houses down, ad behind his house was about a square mile of trees and a lake. Ever scince you both were about seven, you would go back there, build forts and play Peter Pan.

You smiled in response.

He turned to the side, bending his arm. "Madame?" He said with a horrible british accent, stiffening his back to look 'proper'.

You smiled and locked elbows with him. "Thank you, good sir." You say, stiffening your body also.

You both walked through the street and to his house, through his backyard and to the small opening in the trees leading to the almost endless trees, stripped of their leaves and topped with powdery snow.

You looked back at him and smiled.

'Psshh. Ladies first." He said.

You roll your eyes with a smile and walk into the 'doorway' making the first footprint in the untouched snow.

You walked around for a couple of minutes, making sure that every branch that hung in your way, you would bend it back and let it go, causing all of the snow that rested on it to whip into his face.

It started to snow softly. "IT'S SNOWINNGGGGGG!!!" He yelled, stretching his arms out and looking up to the sky. "OOOWWW!" He yelled then, clenching his eye with his palm. "A fucking snowflake went into my eye!!!" He yelled in pain as you laughed histerically.

You gasped. "Look!" You said, pointing towards a small fort made of branches and a roof of what's now little fragments of dead leaves stuck to plywood by Elmhurs Glue and a few pieces of bubble gum.

"It's still there!" He said, running past, still rubbing his eye.

He looked into the little opening, seeing that the roof had left the ground inside grassy and dry.

You both sat down on the ground, hunching over a little bit due to the shallow roof. "We weren't much architects back then." You laughed, looking at the ceiling.

He laughed. "I can't believe this is all still here." he said, looking around at the small ten feet by ten feet fort, causing you to be close enough to him that your knees touched.

You found him staring at you for a couple of seconds. "What?" You laughed nervously, blushing and looking down at your hands in your lap.

He looked away and let a few moments pass in silence, "***?" He said your name wonderingly.

"Yeah?" You said, looking back up to his blue eyes.

"Are you still my Wendy?" He asked with a smile.

Butterflies errupted in your stomach and you blushed and bit your lip, letting out a breath, foggy from the cold.

You leaned forwards a bit.

"I'll always be your Wendy, Peter Pan." You said, looking into his eyes with a smirk.

He placed his hands, slightly covered by the sleeves of his sweatshirt on the sides of your face. You watched his eyes brighten and his pupils widen before he closed them and moved himself to meet yours, connecting at the lips.