Back to Neverland

Chapter 1 ✧

Chapter 1 ✧

“So, Wendy, I take it you did not rest very well last night? Again?”

I only grunted in response as I took a seat by the dining table and started helping myself to the breakfast my Aunt Millicent, who was expectantly waiting for a more intelligible response, prepared.

“You know, Wendy, for a proper English lady, you seem to greatly resemble a caveman.” I looked up from eating to glare at my adopted cousin, Mark. He returned the gesture with a mischievous grin.

“Oh I’m sorry, I meant to say cavewoman.” He added, taking a seat across me. “But with the way you’re eating, I can’t tell if you’re a man or a woman.”

“Mark.” Aunt Millicent reprimanded, placing her hands on her hips. She narrowed her eyes at him and he held up his hands in defense.

“You know I was joking mom.” He gave her his signature “innocent look” and almost immediately his mother fell for it. As always.

I rolled my eyes at him and muttered under my breath, “Crétin.”

By the way his dark brown eyes twinkled in amusement, I could tell he understood perfectly well what I just called him. I shot him a sarcastic smile before resuming eating my breakfast.

"Mark, come eat your breakfast as well. I don't want you two to be late for school." Aunt Millicent chastised before Mark went and sat across from where I sat. He looked at me in curiosity and I could tell he was about to inquire about my obvious lack of sleep (again). 

"So Wendy—"

"I'm done!" My voice was muffled by the food I shoved into my mouth in an attempt to quickly escape another interrogation. Aunt Millicent shot me a stern look, silently scolding my lack of manners, but I really couldn't care less as of now.

Shooting up from my seat, I practically ran to the sink and washed my dishes. I knew Mark was staring at me, aware of what I was doing, yet he said nothing which I was thankful for.

Unfortunately, I knew I wouldn't be able to escape him later on once we were out of Aunt Millicent's presence. Mark was the type of person who wouldn't stop asking until he gets a satisfactory answer.

After washing the dishes, I went up to my room and flopped down on my bed, burying my face in my pillow. 

“Yes, I do.”

His voice always rang unobstructed in my mind, and so did his face, but I could never pinpoint who he was exactly. He was like a song with its lyrics comprehendible and its tune clear, familiar and all, yet the title could never be known.

Sighing in frustration, I sat up from my bed, took out my sketchpad and pencil, and prepared myself for yet another sketch. Too focused on what I was doing, I lost track of the time and was brought back into reality by the sound of Mark's voice.

“So… What’s got you bothered so much, Wendy?”

“Holy flips.” I suddenly shot my pencil across the paper in surprise, creating an unattractive mark on the drawing. I turned to give my cousin a piece of my mind but quickly slapped my hand over my eyes when I saw him. “Mark! Put some clothes on!”

I must have taken quite some time with my activity for there stood my cousin, fresh out of the shower in just a towel.

I’m not going to lie, I admit, my cousin is what every girl calls “hot”. With his mischievous attitude, plus his messy dark brown hair and chocolate eyes, then his toned body, the female population in our school worshipped him. It didn’t help when they learned that he was smart and sporty as well. Ugh.

“Oh come on Wendy, you know you want a piece of this.” He dared to say and I shot him a withering look then returned my hand to my eyes.

“Yeah right. The only piece of you, Mark, that I would want is your head so I could hang it on the wall of my future home like a prize.”