The Second Star to the Right

The Boy Who Never Grows Up

Peter Pan never had nightmares. What was the need for them? He was wonderful. He fought pirates, and always won. Mostly everyone on the island considered him their hero. Yes. He was the embodiment of fun, adventure, and youth. But right now, he certainly wasn't feeling like it. The treehouse was pitch black when he awoke in a cold sweat, and a dangerously eerie breeze was coming through an open window. Thank goodness the Lost Boys were asleep, or they would have made fun of him for having his first nightmare. He was so sure of it. Running his fingers slowly through his own hair, trying to calm himself down, he recalled the nightmare. It had all started with him fighting Hook, like all of his dreams do. Instead of winning however, Hook started reminding him of his recent unhappy thoughts. "You'll be replaced Peter Pan..." Hook's voice echoed in his head again, even when he was awake. "She'll replace you with a man called 'husband' and she won't want to see you again..." Peter had denied it during the dream, but lying awake, his eyes had started to tear slightly. "She wants you to grow up, but all you care about is having fun...You don't care about anyone but yourself do you? That's what makes you a boy, and me a man..." The dream had faded out then, leading to now. He buried his face in his hands. For thousands of years, he had brought boys and girls alike to Neverland. Some of them stayed, and some of them went back home. Not once before now, had he ever regretted not growing up. What exactly was this feeling in the pit of his stomach? He bit his bottom lip bitterly as he recalled the dance he and Wendy shared during one of her nights at Neverland. She spoke of love. What a grown up emotion. He had never even considered feeling it, and he still didn't. It led to confusion, fear, and anger. No. He always wanted to have fun. Why couldn't Wendy just stay with him in Neverland and go on adventures all the time? Why did she have to make things so complicated with things like 'husbands' and 'love?' He noticed Nibs stir slightly in his bed, and he wondered if he was being loud.
"Peter?" Nibs yawned with one eye open.
Peter straightened up. "Nibs? Go to sleep silly boy, I am keeping a watch out for pirates."
Seeming satisfied with Peter's blatant lie, Nibs smiled groggily and closed his open eye, settling back into bed. "Good old Peter..." He mumbled. "So brave..." As he finished, he started snoring again, and Peter was relieved to know that the most talkative member of The Lost Boys was now back asleep. Tinkerbell was asleep too, and Peter was thankful for that. If she had known he was this distraught about Wendy, one girl of the thousands he had brought to Neverland, she would have started sassing off to him as usual. He loved Tink, but he could never understand why she hated Wendy so much. She never had a problem with anyone else and Wendy was always kind to everyone. It was only a few days in Neverland since he had left Wendy, Michael, and John back in London. Time in Neverland, however, was different than time on the mainland. It could be years now on the Mainland, meaning that Wendy was surely older than him.
The thought disturbed him more than he wanted to admit. He got up from his place on the bed and glanced at the Lost Boys, making sure they were all asleep. Tinkerbell was still asleep as well. Gently he opened the door to the treehouse and hopped off the ledge, falling straight down to the ground and bruising his forehead.
"What?" He said incredulously. Surely he hadn't forgotten how to fly. He was Peter Pan. He ALWAYS flew. It was then that he came to terms with the fact that his mind had become full of unhappy thoughts. Groaning, he got up, rubbing the bruise on his head and started walking through the brush.
"Unhappy thoughts..." He mumbled to himself. "How unclever of me.."
Wendy had always liked it when he mockingly called himself clever, and he subconsciously continued referencing it whenever he was alone. His feet had taken him to Mermaid Lagoon, where there were tiny little ripples coming from the water. He moved closer curiously, his ears perking up slightly. Was this the adventure he was looking for, or just ripples in the lagoon? Suddenly a hand came out of the water, and then a face. He recognized it as one of his mermaid friends, although he had never bothered to know any of their names. It was one of the ones who had attempted to drown Wendy. She smiled up at him flirtatiously. "Peter did you need something? I'm sorry we all weren't above surface waiting for you to play, it's just that we found something really interesting."
He cocked his head slightly but excitedly. He had almost forgotten about his Wendy problem. "You found something? Like treasure?"
"Well, it just appeared on the shore and we took it to our hideout. It might be treasure Peter." She twirled her hair giggling, and he was oblivious as usual. "Let me get it for you!" She smiled and dove under the surface, her shining purple scales were the last thing he saw before he had to dry his face off from the splash she made. She came back as quickly as she left.
"Here you go!" She smiled and handed him a small item. He studied it curiously. It seemed like such a familiar shade of blue. Wasn't this for hair? He wasn't sure, but if his memory was leading him to what his mouth was leading him to...
"Wendy...?" He croaked out in disbelief, staring at the blue bow in his hands.

Author's Note:
HI! THIS CHAPTER IS BASICALLY JUST INTRODUCING THE PLOT, I HOPE IT'S INTERESTING ENOUGH. IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE CONFUSING SO IT CAN BE WRAPPED UP NICELY LATER, HENCE THE SHORTNESS OF THE CHAPTER. IM MAKING REFERENCES TO THE DISNEY MOVIE AND THE LIVE ACTION MOVIE YAY