That Night Peter watched Wendy as he himself went off to sleep he didn't want to .. but he couldn't fight sleep anymore.
"Peter... You have to get up sooner or later you know that right? You lazy Bum.. The head misstress is gonna get you." A voice that was older sounded came though his sleep. "Bite me..." He muttered moving in his on his cot. "Peter.. Your the one who always wake me up NOW GET THE HELL UP!" The voice was lounded now. Peter knew this voice like his own. "....Addy...." He moaned open his eyes up to a older boy. The boy over him had brown hair .. and brown eyes. His full name was Jackson Adam Overland. But to his friends it was Adam or Addy. "Finally Peter.. You awoke now get UP!" Adam said pulling the young red head out of bed.
"We have to get to work before we get in trouble now come on!" Adam said grabbing Peter hand. Adam was Peter's first real friend and best friend they did everything together. Some even said they had a bit of love for each other. "... I am coming.. I don't want the lost boys get worried about us... now come on." He got changed other day in the factory. That was the life of being orphaned you did what other didn't want to do.
Both boys hated the factory it was hot .. smelly and loud. But like everyone else.. you couldn't do anything. Worked started in 7 in the morning until 10 at night. 6 days week only Sunday was the day off they got. But even then it wasn't fun and games. They worked around the orpgaged cleaning .. helping cooking. Walking in the streets the high sclass looked down upon the poor. The same Streets that Wendy saw outside her window where the same streets that Peter walked everyday in his life.
Once they got to the factory they were handed a half rotten Apple to hold them over until lunch. That was when the slipt was made. The Younger boys worked behind the machines to look after the threads. That was Peter work. He hated it truly did because everyday he was battling death and every day so far he out smarted him though some of the boys weren't so lucky. Today was one of those days where death would take someone whether they liked it or not.
It was midday when death came Peter nor the other boys knew it was there nor did they knew who it would take. The machines were louder that day then normal which didn't help the devil
of the factory. He was even more evil and irritable. It was Peter's Turn to run under the Machines something he hated. That day it was his turn to do so. He envyed Adam who got to work on the other side of the Machine.
The next few mintures where a Blur.. and then...
"Peter.. Peter?" Peter was woken by someone shaking him he jolted awake. He looked up . His green eyes met blue eyes. "W-Wendy?" He looked at the girl she was over him so close for him to .. what did she call it give her a thimble? Peter could feel his face go beet red. "Are you alright?.. I heard you crying.." Peter looked up whipping his eyes. "I wasn't crying!" He looked out and it was middle of the night with the lost boy around him sleeping.
It was the same nightmare he has.. almost every night though he never gets to finish it he awakes before it finishing. Wendy was worried about Peter how he woken all she heard was him screaming some name. She didn't hear who though. All she knew was he was crying even now he was acting werid. ...
Wendy knew there was alot to learn about Peter and she was Ready to lean. Because she knew deep with in her heart she was fallen in love with the boy who never grew up.
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Fly With me
Fanfiction"you know what a kiss is right?" Wendy Darling asked the red head boy. "I will once you give one to me!" he said with his hand out thinking that it was an object. Wendy had to think fast so she placed the thimble in his hand. The boy looked at it...
