Pan's Never-Neverland

Frenemy in Love

Chapter Twenty-Three – Frenemy in Love

"I had the strangest dream," Wendy whispered to Violet as they walked through the halls to lunch.

"Oh?" Violet asked, raising an eyebrow in interest. "Which was…?"

"I dreamt that Peter visited me as a baby," she admitted, absolutely perplexed. When Violet covered her mouth to hide her giggles, Wendy sighed. "I know, it sounds weird…but I felt like it actually happened…not only that," she added, her brows furrowing in confusion as she and her friend took a seat at their usual table. "But…I've had dreams…since I was little, but even more so now…of myself flying to an amazing island and having adventures…I think I even see my brothers, and Peter…but they're different somehow. Peter is…younger, and my brothers don't quite look, act, or sound the same." Looking over to Violet, she asked, "Am I crazy?"

"Oh, no doubt," winked the gothic female. "It's funny you said that. I was thinking about the first night we went together to the island and met Peter…you had said that some of the stuff seemed familiar to you, but you'd never been there before or seen those people." When Wendy nodded, she tapped her cheek and thought a moment. "…ever heard of reincarnation?"

"Yes," Wendy nodded. "You think I'm my great-great grandmother?"

"Not necessarily that you are her," Violet clarified. "Just that her spirit's in you, with some of her memories. That might be why you connected so quickly with everything and everyone."

Wendy chewed her meal thoughtfully, mulling over Violet's words. Frowning, she realized she had forgotten something else. "Vi…I had another dream…a different one…"

"You, Hook, candlelight, wine…?" Violet started, bursting into a fit of laughter when Wendy made a mortified face.

"Ugh, no!" Wendy shook her head violently. "No…actually, it was about Peter."

"Shocker!" Violet gasped, teasing her friend.

"It felt so real…I almost thought I was awake," Wendy said, her voice lowering once more. "Peter was talking to me…he…" She swallowed, her heart racing. "…he said he loved me…"

Violet blinked, staring at the girl. "…and that's shocking because…?"

"He's Peter Pan," Wendy clarified. "He's the boy who never grows up…sort of," she added, recalling how now he was slightly older than before. "He doesn't have romantic feelings for anybody!"

"I dunno," Violet smirked. "He seems to be filled with 'feels' lately if you ask me."

Wendy blushed, remembering how in her dream, she could feel Peter's lips on her face, as if he were too shy to actually kiss her lips. Twisting the cap of her water bottle on and off, she felt her stomach twist in the same way.

"Hi girls," Ben said, coming up to their table. He held his lunch tray on top of a set of thick books, looking awkward as he went to them. "Could…I sit with you?"

"Of course," Wendy smiled, glad to take her mind off things.

"Make yourself comfy," Violet motioned for him to sit.

"Thanks," he said, sitting beside Violet. "I'm sorry about my aunt yesterday-"

"Don't be sorry, she was worried about you," Wendy interrupted him. "She really does care."

"I think she cares too much," he sighed. "She ought to go out more often. She's only been out of college for two years. She should be, I don't know, doing girl stuff and seeing somebody, not grading papers and babying me."