Happily Ever After

Chapter Thirteen-Acrophobia

"I don't see why we have to fly to Neverland. I mean, wouldn't sailing on a boat be easier?" I said, grunting as I walked behind Peter.

We were walking to the top of the cliff that our little cave was situated in and dang, was it steeper than it looked. While I was running out of breaths from every step, Peter seemed just fine, like he's done this before. Which he probably has, but he could at least help me out.

"For the hundredth time, Wendy, sailing on a boat would be harder and longer. Flying will take us less than ten minutes." He said. TinkerBell was on his shoulders again and nodding at his every word.

I groaned. You see, the thing is I didn't want to fly. I mean, at the time I accepted his offer to go to Neverland, I thought we'd go by boat. I totally forgot that he was THE Peter Pan who flies everywhere.

Hearing me complain, he turned around. "What's the big deal, anyway? It's just flying." He said, nonchalantly.

I just stared at him, afraid to answer because it'll make me look stupid. He narrowed his eyes at me, trying to read what I'm ashamed to admit. Then, a smile grew on his face.

"Oh my gosh, you're afraid of heights." He exclaimed, laughing. "I can't believe it."

I rolled my eyes, and walked past him. I really don't need him rubbing it in my face. I've always been afraid of heights and I don't know why. I never went on any roller coasters, Riel would always chastise me for being such a downer and not going on any with her, but whenever I look up at how high it is...I just...panic. I only went a plane once, and it scared me to death. I swear that at any moment that plane was going to fall out of the sky and I was going to die. Heights just aren't my thing.

"Aw, Wendy, come one. Flying isn't that bad. I love looking down from the clouds, everything is so tiny and cute." He commented, trying unsuccessfully to cheer me up.

I shook my head. "I just don't, Peter. Could we please just take a boat?" I pleaded.

He chuckled. "Wendy, there are pirates out there that would love to kill you, including there was a storm last night. What if it happens again, tonight?"

How come he comes up with the greatest of excuses? Gosh, I hated him for that.

Irritated, I remarked, "You know if it wasn't for your charm and reasoning, I would never have wanted to go with you."

After I said that, I realized how mean that was. As much as it was true, I don't want Peter to think I'm a snob or something. I was expecting Peter to stop with a wounded expression on his face, but I got just the opposite. He was smiling at me. The goofy smile that I love, too.

"You think I'm charming?" He asked, completely amused.

"Ugh." I groaned. I just complimented him, without even realizing, and now he won't ever let me live that down.

"You know, I like it. Charming....yeah....it suits me, doesn't it?" He didn't give me a chance to answer, but instead continued on. "Charming. Charming Peter Pan. Eh...what about Prince Charming? Yeah, Prince Charming is perfect."

I looked at him, incredulous. "You are no prince." I stated.

"You're right. I don't have any royal blood, but every one of my friends has a nickname. Why not mine be Prince Charming?" He asked.

"Whatever you say." I murmured, not really caring.

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We reached the top of the cliff and looked out at the sea. The view was incredible but it couldn't help the fear in my stomach grow. We were really high up....I just can't do this... there's no way.

Peter looked over at me. "You ready, Wendy?" He asked.

My eyes widened at him. "No, Peter, I can't. We're just... so high up.... oh my gosh...." I gasped, backing away from the ledge.

Peter stepped towards me. "Hey, it's fine. I'll be by your side the entire time. All you have to do is jump."

I shook my head, rapidly. I backed into a tree and I turned to hug onto it. I was not just going to jump off a cliff and hope that some pixie dust will help me levitate. Just no. No, no, no!

Peter, then, put his finger to his lips, obviously trying to figure a way to get me to fly. Which there were none. There was no way I was leaving this tree. No siree.

That's when Peter smiled and whispered something to Tink. I saw her little head nod and Peter looked back at me. Gosh, where is this going?

"I have a better idea, Wendy." He said, and I noticed that TinkerBell wasn't on his shoulder anymore. Where did that annoying little pixie go? "How 'bout I fly and you just lay in my arms?"

I creased my eyebrows and frowned. That was an even worse idea. "No, there is no way I'd ever let you carry me, much less in your arms."

His smile grew. "Are you so sure about that?"

That's when I felt a prick on my hand. I looked down to see TinkerBell, smiling like always, when she bites me. Wide eyed, I looked at Peter.

"Peter! I hate-" I only got to say that much before the world turned black.

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So peeps, how you liking the story?

Sorry for such a short update but I wanted to include Neverland in the next chapter. The lost boys will be in it so you can say a lot will happen.

So what do you think of Peter naming himself Prince Charming? Weird, huh? But that's just one piece of the puzzle to Wendy's life, there's so much more. So hold on tight.

I'll try to update whenever I can and please go on and comment. I love hearing your feedback.

-Trumoo