The Next Adventure (2003 Peter Pan fanfiction)

"Go home and grow up! And take your feelings with you!"

PANFICTION: The Next Adventure Chapter 28

It was early to wake up, the sun was just dawning through Peter's bedroom window. His body pressed against my back, asleep with his gentle breathing on the back of my head. An arm of his came out from under my neck. I ran my hand over the back of his forearm gently feeling his cleansed, smooth, tan, warm skin. Slowly sliding my fingers beneath his forearm now, I ran my thumb over his bulgy and teenage-boy veins, smiling.

I admired and loved how his skin felt, always, since I met him. He was so warm blooded and gentle...loving, and a beautiful boy, honestly. I knew he had a big heart. He was sensitive and sweet with the most kindest look in his eyes, his lively, vibrant, lashy green eyes. And when he spoke to me sometimes, his voice would be filled of light, and heart with so much innocence. And he was vulnerable now, so needy like a child, but I didn't mind anymore. I was important to him, and motherly. He just loved the fact of my attention because my attention mattered to him. He wanted to matter to me, and he did. He cared so much about me, and I cared alot about him.

It was scary, with the fear of losing him. He definitely worried about losing me, he said that. So silly being a little twelve year old, needing her mother and leaving behind something so special to grow up; I was older and grown now, more smarter and I realized how much Peter meant to me more then before, and so grateful was I to be back with him in our home. Sure I loved my family back in London, but I would always have them. Peter was slippery. Only so many chances to be with him again, in Neverland, and Peter was just too important and big to let slip away. I couldn't let him slip away.

I was in love with him. Maybe I was too young to say that, but I knew I was, and I knew I loved him. I wonder if he loved me too, just as much as I did him. I remember him turning me down last time I mentioned love. I had told myself I wasn't going to be the first to say the word love. Peter would just have to do it. It was too risky.

Pulling myself up from the bed now, my messy hair hanging, I straightened my back and turned to look back at Peter's sleeping soul again. Wiping my eyes, I the rotated my body then leaned down and kissed Peter's soft pink lips. Getting up now, I turned for the door then felt a finger hook onto my pointer finger. Looking back, Peter opened his sleepy eyes then pulled me back onto the bed. Pulling himself to a sitting position now, he wrapped me in his arms. "Good morning, Wendy," he spoke gently. I blushed and clung to him.

"Good morning, Peter." He let go of me then kissed my nose. I blushed.

"It's so early, couldn't sleep?" I shrugged.

"Some dreams I had."

"Were they about me?" He asked. I laughed but then gave in.

"Yeah, they were." Peter smiled then took both of my hands and adjusted his sitting position towards where he crossed his legs. I sat on my legs.

"Well good, because I went off dreaming about you too," he said. I blushed and smiled again.

"Do tell...some?" I hoped. Peter shifted happily again.

"We were dancing with the fairies again," he answered simply. I felt a little sadness missing that and looked down. "But don't be sad, it was when I got all better with muscles and stuff, and we were the same year we are now," he said with a smile. Tears of joy welled my eyes.

"Oh, Peter!" I cried and hugged him tight. "That means it might come true," I whispered to myself.

"No, it will come true," Peter said looking at me.

"How I missed you so, Peter," I admitted. He blushed.

"You know I missed you too. Here," he urged me to lay down, "let's lay down and talk about our dreams with each other."

"Okay," I approved and we laid back down.

Facing each other now, Peter rested his hand on my shoulder. "We were fighting pirates together, I got hurt and you saved me. You took me somewhere in the forest and nursed me then you took me to this beautiful cliff side and we watched the sunset," I released then blushed feeling really girly. "I know, it's so girly--you don't have to tell me," I looked down embarrassed.

"Not at all," Piped Peter. I looked at him hopeful. "We'll do it all. Everything you ever dream of, we'll do it," he finished. I smiled brightly.

"It's still so perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls, Peter," I admitted.

"Just you," he mumbled. Puzzled now, I questioned him with an expression and tilted my head. "I mean, I only talk to you like that."

"Oh," I breathed in surprise then blushed.

"It's because I only care about how you see me, Wendy. It doesn't mean anything with Tink. She cares about me no matter what."

"That is true. Peter?" I suddenly asked.

"Yeah?"

"What made you change your mind?"

"What do you mean?" He asked puzzled.

"I mean...what made you admit your feelings for me?" Peter thought a second then smiled looking at me. I received much hope at his smile.

"It's simple. When you kissed me," he spoke carefully, "I realized I wanted you to stay with me more then anything I ever wanted before."

"Really?" I asked slightly doubtful. Peter nodded slow and sleepily.

"Missing you was the worst part. I would dream every night of you. Tinkerbell could do nothing to help me move on. She tried, of coarse, but nothing worked, and that's when I realized I had been lieing to myself, and that I did have feelings for you."

"Oh wow," I said slightly amazed.

"But...none of that matters anymore, you're here now," Peter whispered.

"And you're here now," I whispered back.