Thirteen Forever ~Peter Pan Love Story~ <DISCONTINUED>

A Rude Awakening

"Oh the cleverness of me!" -J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

-First Person/Peter-

Flying back to Neverland was twice as faster, exciting, just like the time I brought Wendy and her Brother's to Neverland, the first time. I was excited because I found Misty. The moment I got my youth back and my home back, I knew it would be magic. The bells of fairies echoing through the trees, the sounds of drums and Indian songs lifting the night, mermaids swimming happier then before. It would be back, everything would be back.

Unfortunately, I had no idea in hell how she was going to help. All I knew was that, she could help. I tried to not get my hopes up, think of the bad things, but not matter what, I couldn't stop smiling. My feet landed firmly on the beach. The moon was still set the way I had left it. Although, my concerns were else where. "Misty....Misty...even the sound of it's beautiful." Walking along the beach, searching for sleeping sand seemed a little easier, knowing that memories followed me each time my eyes found the ocean. But, they were starting to not bother me now that I found Misty.

Grinning from ear to ear, I bent down and search deep in the sand. From memory, the sleeping sand was suppose to be a pale blue that glowed as bright as the moon. Sometimes at night, when I can't sleep, I search for sleeping sand. What it does, is that when you sprinkle some over your body, you sleep for hours without a disturbance. Coarse there'd be no disturbance when, me being Peter Pan, was the only living thing in Neverland. I still use it though, to keep away the dreams, dreams that pull me out of sleep in loads of tears. I may have been seventeen but I still cry, knowing, there's no one to listen. Having privacy can be good sometimes. I can take a shower without little Indian girls stalking me from the trees, giggling foolishly. Most boys would mind, which I did but, being in the situation I'm in now, I miss that. It might seem strange but being alone for four years, it would make sense.

Digging drastically below, I felt something cold, like sand. Sleeping sand, it is usually cold. Like a dog, I threw hand fulls of normal sand over my shoulder's. Coming to an ultimate stop, my eyes met the pale blue grains. I smiled with relief and packed small piles of it in an appropriate sized sack. Thinking a few seconds, I decided to pack lots. Knowing myself, I was going to need it for all those shattered dreams I continuously had. Soon enough, the sack grew heavy, slipping out of my hand, silently spilling over the normal sand. "Dammit!" I engulfed my hand with contaminated sleeping sand. "Jeez, I don't need this right now!" Throwing it into the sack, I flung out some fairy dust and threw it over my head. Thinking of Misty, my feet left the ground below and I flew away.

Again meeting the stars, I flew into space, away from Neverland. London was only minutes away, Wendy's window was only minutes away. Excitement burned through out my body as I landed on Wendy's balcony. Lifting the window slightly, my eyes peered inside. The light was still on. Misty was still awake. She sat on her newly made bed, reading away. Obviously, her mind was elsewhere and not on the window. She seemed relaxed, not bothered at all about earlier. That was good. I noticed she wasn't wearing the same thing from last time I saw her. Instead, it looked like some form of a dress, white maybe? The only disappointment I had to face was sitting outside until she fell asleep. Hopefully I wasn't going to be sitting for hours.

Moment after moment flew by along with memories. It was always memories. Although I could understand why I had so many outside of what used to be Wendy's nursery. I heard the sound of a light switch flick off. It triggered me to peer in again. What looked like an older lady had turned the switch off, shutting the door. I was guessing Misty must have dozed off during her reading. I flung open the window. My eyes landed on a sleeping Misty. She tossed and turned and mumbled gibberish in her sleep. I flew inside, looking around. Her bedroom looked nothing like Wendy's. It looked more mature, more boring. Although, it looked uncompleted as well.

Ignoring the surroundings, I quietly flew over to Misty's bed. I landed gently on top of her with my legs locked to her little sides. Examining her features, my mind drifted away to when I first got a real good look at Wendy. Misty's face looked somewhat the same. Then, she turned her head in my direction to that if she opened her eyes, she'd be looking right at me. Her brown curls were scattered on the pillow around her head. She seemed at peace, dreaming. I bet she had good dreams. Same rules don't apply to me though. I didn't feel just curious but also a little jealous. I'm sure she probably never suffered over one boy. I bet her heart is perfectly fine. Not broken or shattered.

Shaking off the feeling of envy, I carefully placed my right hand on the sack of sleeping sand that sat next to me on the bed. Reaching inside, I pulled out a small amount. When I looked back at Misty's face, I hesitated at the slight movement in her eyes. Her pale lids scrunched up then opened. I saw the fear that submerged her light blue eyes and she opened her mouth to scream. I quickly as possible clamped my left hand down on her lips, throwing the sand over her. She squeezed her eyes shut as it fluttered down, soon opening them back up a little until they grew heavy and closed. Her mouth relaxed beneath my hand and I could tell she fell back asleep...peaceful again. Her lashes were surfaced on her pale cheeks, forming what looked like raven wings upside down. I smiled at the serenity that filled the air around us. "That wasn't too hard."

I climbed back off of her and picked up my sack of sleeping sand. It felt a little lighter when I tied it to my belt. In some ways, I felt bad for forcing her into this but, I really had no other choice. Looking around, I made sure nothing was disturbed while stretching a little before picking her up bridal style. Her weight above my arms was less heavier then I suspected. I slanted my arm down a little to release her hair, letting it hang. It must of felt like it was getting pulled and I tried making things more comfortable for her. After all, she did just get kidnapped. And she was in for a very rude awakening. Gee, I couldn't imagine what she would feel like if she wasn't asleep at the moment.

Without thinking anymore, I walked over to the tiny balcony and lifted us into the air. I gripped Misty in my arms tight so I wouldn't drop her while flying. Her dark curls whipped behind me as the wind from the speed blew passed my face. Carrying her was getting more difficult as I drew closer to Neverland. When and during the travel through the light. My hands gripped her tighter and tighter.

Finally, we were thrown into Neverland. Flying over the ocean seemed a little harder. It brought back the memory when Wendy, her brother's, and I flew across the ocean. I still remember how wide Wendy's eyes got when she saw how beautiful it was. Neverland was all her mouth could release. I remember smiling at the sound of her voice, the way she said it, totally mesmerized. A few quick memories passed until I landed. I bent down and laid Misty down on the soft warm sand. My decision to stay here for the night was completely made when I realized how relaxed Misty was on the beach. Maybe this was a better place to wake up on instead of under a tree in the forest out of nowhere. Since I didn't have her trust yet, I tied her ankle against a rock. It would hold no matter what. Even if she tried pulling or yanking herself free from it, she wouldn't be able to escape unless she cut her ankle off. But, I'm sure she was more smarter then that.

Looking her body from head to toe, I realized she was wearing a long white nightgown. It had small buttons down the middle of her breasts. Two were unbuttoned just like Wendy's. It also had no collar and no sleeves. Not an average London nightgown if you asked me. I just shrugged it off. Misty was going to need a few things when she woke up, if I was correct, food, water, and a warm blanket to cover up with. Early mornings in Neverland are usually chilly. So without looking back anymore, I entered the forest. From what I knew, I would probably be up for the rest of the night.