*Narrator*
It was next morning, when Peter arrived early at the long table in the hideout for breakfast. There, Julie was making breakfast for the boys, who were singing along with her to sappy songs, making her laugh uncontrollably.
But, when he crossed the door, all singing and noises vanished in an instant, and a remote silence was spread across the room. The boys and Julie's smiles vanished in mid air, and they all went back to eating. Julie picked up some empty plates.
'Good morning, Juliette'- Peter said. Julie didn't answer. She looked at him, rather coldly, and Peter noticed her eyes were extremely puffy, and her nose was tinted red, as if she had been crying for a long time. She turned her back and went to the kitchen, when Wendy appeared. They both sat at the table with the boys. However, Julie's usual seat was occupied by Wendy,and Julie was now out of the kitchen, and reading a book while walking.
Suddenly, Tinkerbell bursted into the house. Julie put down her book with a relief.
'Let's go, Julie, or you're gonna be late.'- She said seriously, and opened the door for Julie to go outside. She struck a hard look at Peter, and closed the door behind her.
And all days passed on like this. Wendy and Peter spending time together, falling in love more each day, and Julie being out of sight except for dinner and breakfast. Julie wouldn't say a word to either Peter or Wendy, but she would talk to the boys, when she was on her own with them. She tried to avoid sharing time and space with the two of them.
Tinkerbell was rather apart too. She had the same cold attitude Julie had, and wasn't visible in all day.
One day, Peter and the boys had sat on the forest. To, talk. Just talk.
'So, boys, I have a question'- Peter said, raising his voice. All the boys made silence.
'How do you like Wendy?'- He asked. Gazes fell to the floor, and smiles appeared in some faces.
'She's... alright, I guess. She's not like I remembered her to be though'- The biggest of the group said. Many agreed, many did not.
'I love her! She's fun, and beautiful'- One of them said. Peter smiled.
'I have a question, Peter'- One of the biggest boys asked. Peter raised an eyebrow.
'Why doesn't Julie talk to you anymore? And why don't you talk to her?'- He asked. Peter's face turned cold.
'Juliette and I are... friends, you would say. Just that, she's here to help me with you'- He answered.
'But, Peter, you and Julie's wasn't just friends. You kissed, more than once. You slept together... You were always calling her cute names'- The boy who questioned answered.-'That seems to be more than friends'
'Well, I don't recall any of that'- Peter said, rather annoyed.-'Everyone, now, back to training. We have some work to do'- He said, and they stood up, and continued working.
At night, Julie heard some noises in the opposite room from the kitchen, and supposed it was Peter, by the sound of his particularly ragged breathing. She shook her head and continued cooking.
A few minutes later, a female voice resounded in the room. Next, words said by Wendy and Peter, which Julie recalled quite well, as they had once being directed to her, were heard.
But the worst was when she heard them kiss. Julie could actually hear her heart shattering to pieces, like the glass on her bedroom window. Her eyes became watery, but she strongly fought against the tears she wasn't going to spill.-
Pixie dust was heard next, and Julie knew Tinkerbell was there. She could leave, as Tink would be in charge of the food. She grabbed her hoodie, and made her way outside.
'I left you some food at your house, Julie.'- Tinkerbell said, as she walked in front of everyone towards the door.-'Please eat it'- She pleaded in Julie's ear, as she had being doing ever since Wendy's arrival.
But, when Julie arrived to her house, she couldn't even bear to look at the food. Instead, she pulled on new nightgown and slipped into her bed, and fell asleep rather quickly.
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Im Not Wendy (Peter Pan Fanfiction)
Fanfiction2014. Starring the story of Julie Andreans, a 13 year old girl that lives in her childhood story: Peter Pan. Dreaming and wishing and praying that one day he would open her bedroom window and take her to Neverland. One day, her dreams come true,but...