Sunset on Neverland

Chapter 1

Waves lapped at my feet like soft little licks from water. My head hurt immensely, and my eyes were closed shut. I moved my hands, grasping the soft sand under my fingers.
A beach, I thought.
I opened my eyes slowly, gaining more vision as I blinked. It was a clear, blue sky, with solitary, fluffy clouds floating away. When I sat up, I felt the full effect of the headache which throbbed at my swift movement. I put my hands on my temple in effort to release myself from the pain.
I looked around. My thoughts were confirmed as I looked at the surroundings of the beach, small seashells framed the shore, little hermit crabs could be seen scuffling under the shallow tide, a jungle loomed calmly behind me, and seagulls cawed in the distance.
"Wow." I said. It felt as if I've heard my voice for the first time in months.
I stood up- my headache had died down- and stared at my reflection in the clear water.
My brown curly hair fell loosely over my shoulders, and my brown eyes seemed clouded, like I had just woke up from a nice sleep. Despite the beach setting, my attire was pajamas: a black shirt and my favorite pair of fluffy plaid pants.
I brushed off the sand from my clothes and hair. Suddenly I noticed something.
I can't remember anything. But, that didn't seem to matter for some reason. I sat back down on the sand in attempt to recover my thoughts, but nothing about my past except my name popped up. After a while I just gave up and shrugged my shoulders. So I just breathed in and gathered my beautiful surroundings.
"Wendy?"
A boys voice spoke behind me. I turned around, shocked at who was in front of me. He was about my age (14-16), he wore a green hat that had a red feather sticking out, and a green shirt and pants made out of scraps to match it. I analyzed him, looking up and down. He had a face full of hope, with eager eyes and a small, parted smile. His red make-shift shoes looked over worked and had many scrapes on them.
"Wendy? Is it really you? Gosh you've changed... A lot. But you haven't aged one bit. You'd think that you've stayed here on Neverland!" He chuckled at that last sentence.
"I'm not Wendy..." I said, still in chock.
His smile faded and his eye-brows furrowed. He stared me down, doing the same thing I was to him. I shuffled my feet insecurely.
His smile returned. "I thought you weren't, you don't look much like her. What's your name?"
He held out a hand.
"Zoe," I said and shook it.
"Nice to meet you, I'm-"
"Peter Pan"
We said his name in unison.
"Oh, you've heard of me?" He asked, pride filling his voice.
"I've read all about you, and your story! Do you have your shadow?" I asked looking behind him.
"Yeah, Wendy took care of that. But I have a story?"
"Yes! I know all about the mermaids and the Lost Boys, the Indians, and the pirates!"
He floated into the air and crossed his legs, as if he was sitting on an invisible surface. I almost forgot he could fly.
"Wow," he said, impressed. "One thing though, you're a girl, and are you lost?"
I couldn't think of anything that could've been a part of my past.
"I guess I am. But hold on... How do I know who you are if I can't remember anything?"
He shrugged. " I guess I'm just that important." He winked and floated back down to stand on the sand.
I smirked as he put his hands on his hips.
"Well Zoe, since you are a now a Lost Girl, you're coming with me to our hide-out." He stated matter-of-factly.
"Uh, okay," I answered
Peter grabbed my hand and started leading me to the jungle.
"This would be a lot faster if we flew..." He thought aloud. " Let me call Tink. TINK!"
The little fairy flew gracefully towards us, a path of pixie dust trailed behind her.
"And you're Tinkerbell..." I said amazed.
Her little face smiled and nodded, little jingles sounded as the result of her every movement.
"Don't worry," Peter said amused ,"she's gotten much friendlier since she met Wendy."
"I'm glad," I responded still staring at the beautiful creature.
"Do your thing, Tink," Peter commanded.
Tinker bell flew around me, her trail of pixie dust landing on me. I started to float!
"Woah," I said, trying to guide myself in this new lack of gravity.
"Here," Peter floated to me and grabbed my waist with one of his hands. "I'll show you."
My body had goosebumps at his sudden touch. He grinned at me and guided me as we flew together.
As insane as this was, I wanted to treat the situation as if it was normal.
"So," I said, starting up a conversation. "You remember what a thimble was?"
I asked this question knowing that in the story Wendy had given him a thimble saying it was a 'kiss' and gave him a kiss saying it was a 'thimble'.
Peter laughed. "I know that you mean kiss, when two people's lips meet. I'm not that clueless. I'm sixteen for crying out loud. I only acted that way to trick her for laughs. Ha, this might be saying to much but we shared a lot of 'thimbles' ."
I blushed at this new information. He was educated, not as clueless as he was portrayed in the story.
"Did the book leave out that much?" Peter asked, obviously noticing my astonished expression.
"It depends, how much do you think they left out?" I answered.
"Well, maybe they forgot that I came from the other world before I came here. I know how to get back so I know about TV's and all that jazz. But the Lost Boys and I can live without that fancy stuff." He explained.
"Wow," I said, impressed.
"Well in all honesty, I just couldn't bring everything back."
We both laughed.
Peter landed and pulled me down with him. We were in a clearing with multiple hand-made huts surrounding us and trunks carved in deeply.
"Boys!" He called.
A bunch of younger boys came out from said places, with animal skin-hats and dirty faces. They gathered around Peter and I.
"This is Zoe," he introduced.
"Hi," I greeted.
They boys in turn introduced themselves.
" I think Zoe comes from the 'other' world," Peter continued. "She's probably extremely tired so let's get her rested in my tree. She can sleep in the other room."
Some of the lost boys grabbed my hands and took me to a tree. The trunk's insides were carved out and a ladder was tied inside that led to an area I assumed to be the top.
The boys guided to me to that area and it was larger than I expected. It was located at a large dent between branches and the rest of the trunk. Floors and walls were built to create three large rooms. A central room filled with bottles and books and a carpet in the center, and two rooms that were closed off. The boys took me to the one on the left, and I was welcomed by a cosy room with a bed inside. I assumed the Peter's room was on the right.
They helped me settle in and then surrounded the bed.
"Um... Thanks?" I said hoping they would then leave. I was pretty tired.
The boys all raised one eye-brow and chattered amongst themselves.
"Don't you know that they want a story?" Peter asked from the doorway.
"Oh..." I said remembering that the Lost Boys didn't have mothers to tell them stories.
"Then they'll leave you alone," Peter chuckled and joined them on the floor.
"Well," I thought aloud. "I know Wendy told you the story of Cinderella. You know, the girl who lost the glass slipper? Do you like that story?"
The lost boys looked confused.
One of them spoke up,"That's not a story."
"What do you mean?" I asked half-chuckling.
Another one responded. "Cinderella isn't a story. She's real."
I looked at Peter," I don't understand..."
"He's right. Cinderella actually lives here, just down the beach." He answered.
The first boy who spoke up talked again. "Yeah, we all know Cinderella. Wendy told us stories about the other world, where we came from. We want to know about that."
I looked at Peter to help me again but he just stared back waiting.
"Well, I can tell you about streets and buildings and gadgets. But I don't remember anything that happened to me. I don't remember my family or friends or if I even had any."
The boys groaned disappointedly.
"Hey, hey, boys, that's not her fault. In fact, we have a new mission." Peter interrupted.
The boys looked hopeful now.
"We-" he started as he moved to sit next to me on the bed. "- are going to help Zoe get back her memory."
The boys chirped in agreement.
Peter put his arm around me. "Okay, but we'll do that tomorrow. Zoe might gain her memory back if she has a good nights sleep, like all of you should do. Now."
The boys groaned again but obliged and dispersed from the room.
"I'll see you tomorrow, then?" I asked. I was a little flustered because of how close Peter and I were.
"Yes." He said and smiled. "But first!"
He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"A goodnight thimble," he continued and winked.
I blushed immensely.
"G-goodnight." I said.
He walked out of the room, and said this before he closed the door. "Sleep well."