Peter
I was bathing and grooming myself so I could meet her on the hill. First of all, I couldn't belief my ears that she had asked me to come back to that place.
Earlier I watched the sunset with her and it was the most beautiful thing. It was like the earth was in existence because of nature's true beauty. I then turned my head to look at her and I caught her glancing away.
She has this beautiful face that says innocence. Her hair was freely dancing with the wind. Her eyes are this beautiful, chocolate brown eyes. Okay, I am going into detail am I. Well you get the idea?
I went upstairs to start my homework when I caught a glimpse of something moving through my windows.
I wondered if she had dinner. Or even had anything, because I didn't see her during lunch break time. She probably didn't have a chance to eat or some sort. Perhaps I can impress her with my cooking skills.
So I decided to make risottos. I packed in an empty container and packed a bottle of water for her just in case. I brought my dinner along with me and headed for the hill.
She was there but she was kneeling and sobbing. I didn't know what to do, so I sat next to her and hugged her.
She looked at me, and what surprised me was that she hugged me back. We sat there for minutes, until she spoke.....
Victoria: You were supposed to come at midnight, Peter. Now you must think I am ....
Peter: One of the strongest person to hold onto all that emotion. I am serious, Wendy!! If you can't realize how amazing you are, you must be stupid or blind. Your pick?!?!
Veronica: Peter remember I told you O would take you to my Neverland. Well here you are and these stars are all I have left. Everyone has left me Peter, I miss them.
Peter: If only we can be in Neverland Wendy, If only.
Veronica: Veronica.
Peter: What?!?
Veronica: My name?!?!
Peter: You are still my Wendy. Although, I love the name Veronica.
Veronica: Flattery gets you nowhere, Peter.
Peter: I like this place. Can we share it?
Veronica: Everyone needs a Neverland Peter and ours would be here.
Peter: Thanks, Ronnie.
Veronica: You and your goddamn nicknames!?!?!
Peter: Only for you, sweetheart.
They watch the stars sparkle through the night as they talked about petty little things. Meaningless talk and star gazing is what they did. The stars made a grand performance for them. There were millions of twinkling stars. Probably one of them is out there granting your wish like how they did with, Veronica and Peter.
