Second Date

Chapter 12: Wendy, Wendi, Peter, and Pete

Chapter 12: Wendy, Wendi, Peter, and Pete

"Hey! Oi! Princess! You want to go on a date?"

Giggles. "Sure prince charming! What will we do?"

"Um..." said Prince Phillip.

"Um..." said Prince Edward.

"Um..." said Shang.

"Um..." said Emperor Kuzco.

"Um..." said Beast.

"Um..." said Prince Aladdin.

"Um..." said Prince Charming.

"Um..." said every Disney gentleman and prince. They forgot. Asking for a date was the easy part: just grip your sword, strike a pose, and pray she accepts. But planning the date was another monster all together.

Unlike the Manly Bible of Manliness: The Bro Code, dating did not come with a manual. There were no rules, no guidelines, and no instructions. Their soul criteria had come from Prince Edward's initial description, and none of the Disney gentlemen were comfortable taking that to the bank.

In a moment of desperation, they begged for Mickey Mouse's help. However, Mickey had tersely recommended "Just treat them like princesses!" to which the Disney gentlemen replied "But they ARE princesses!" and they were back to square one.

Yes. The Disney princes would have to think for themselves. It promised to be an excruciating date night.

But Peter Pan wasn't the least concerned. Actually, Peter was in somewhat of a daze and had been since the previous night. Everything had happened and ended so unexpectedly. One moment Peter was a heartbeat from consuming all of the magic inside Wendy's lips, and feeling more powerful than he had ever imagined. It was the nearest he had ever been to her.

But in the next moment, Wendy was extinguished from his life. Neither magic nor brute force could bring them together, and Peter felt more powerless than he had ever imagined. It was the farthest he had ever been from her.

Peter rocked, hands around his knees. He was caught in a cobweb of ups and downs, but that wasn't the puzzling part. The puzzling part was that even though he was forbidden to see her, Peter could not stop thinking about Wendy. Asleep, awake, interacting, or perfectly alone, Wendy was in his head.

And it hurt. It hurt to only have memories of Wendy. If only he could reach inside his head and pull her out. But he could not. He could only remember and imagine. And it hurt Peter, right in the middle of his chest.

But strangest of all, Peter did not mind the hurt. In fact, he craved it.

"Hey! Peter Pan! Boy wonder! Snap out of it!"

Peter blinked. Focus readjusting, he smiled. "Hi!"

"Don't hi me!" Flynn hissed. "Come on! Move, move, move! I gots news! Bad ju ju! Follow me!"

Peter cocked his head. Flynn was wearing espionage sunglasses and the Mad Hatter's enormous 10/6 top hat. He was plastered behind Peter's resting place - an ice cream trolley - and kept ducking as children passed. Peter grinned. He liked it when characters went out of their way to amuse him.

"Come on!" Flynn beckoned, hat slipping over his sunglasses. "Come on, hup, hup, hup! Move! What's the hold up?"

Peter leaned on his knee. "You look funny."

"I'm in-cog-ni-to!"

"Yuck."

"It means I'm in disguise, you nitwit! Come on!" Flynn jammed the Mad Hatter's hat on Peter. "Try to look inconspicuous! Into the tea cups! We gotta have speaks in secret!"