Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Framed

Request for spirit_pan

Two girls on one island. It's crazy, right? That out of an entire island there were two girls. Me, Tessa, and a girl named Wendy. The two of us lived in Peter Pan's camp on the western side of Neverland with 50 boys. Yeah, 50 boys. It got a bit crazy sometimes but being with Peter was worth it. 

I have a major crush on him. He's smart, funny, sweet, confident, and attractive, too. His eyes would sparkle when he'd smile and make me forget my own name. The way he carried himself with dignity, showing that he knew what he was doing and that he was in charge sends my heart into furious flurries, my blood pumping as he passed by. 

Needless to say, I was head over heels for him. 

I was never sure if he liked me or not. Felix, our friend, has hinted that he does, but I just don't buy it. 

But like I said, I'm not the only girl. There's Wendy, too. I hate Wendy, mostly because she hates me. Her whole life seems centered around making mine miserable. Being around her made me so angry! 

"Tessa," sang a screech owl like voice. Speak of the devil.

I turned around to see Wendy Darling, flouncing over like a flower girl on steroids. She tossed her perfect hair and pouted with perfect lips. "Aww, you look glum. Why so sad?" 

I glared at her. "I'm not."

"Really?" She circled me, sliding a hand across my shoulders and down my arm. My muscles tensed under her prettily poisonous touch. Wendy could feel it, only leading her to slide her nails over my hand when she was done. "Because you sure look down. Maybe you need some cheering up, hmm? Turn that frown upside down!"

"Leave me alone, Wendy," I retaliated, stepping away from her and crossing my arms, which had goosebumps from where she touched me. We were standing on the edge of the lagoon. I had gone there to get some fresh air and Wendy had shown up for no reason, ruining my view of the cliffs and the ocean. 

"Oh come on. I know exactly what will cheer you up. How about a good... SHOVE!" Wendy pushed me back, taking me completely off guard. I tripped over myself on the way down, sending me splashing into the lagoon. 

I frantically swum to the surface, completely shocked. Wendy stood on the shore, cackling at my sopping clothes and smeared mascara. 

"What the heck!" I screamed at her, swimming in place and getting my bearings. I couldn't reach the bottom where I was and my clothes dragged me down. 

"Oh, don't get your panties in a twist. It was just fun. Like this!" She put one of her high heeled feet on top of my head and pushed me back underwater. I was about to swim away and reach the surface when she kicked me in the forehead. My body was shoved deeper and further from the shore. When I got to the surface, she was wading in. Before I could make a single move, she jumped on me, once again submerging me. I fought against her, kicking, pushing, clawing, but she didn't let up. 

I couldn't breathe. If I didn't get air fast- I'd drown. 

I prepared for one more kick when suddenly, she released me. I swam to the surface and gasped huge gulps of air. My lungs burned and my head was foggy, but I was incredibly relieved to be breathing. 

"What's going on?" Came a voice from the shore. Thank god, someone to rescue me. 

I blinked the water out of my eyes and there was Peter, arms crossed and looking between Wendy and I. "Peter, she-"

"Tessa tried to drown me!" Wendy cried. She awkwardly made her way to the shore, sobbing and holding herself. 

My eyes widened. "What? No I didn't! She tried to drown me!" I started swimming towards land, my shoes feeling like weights tied to my feet.