Wendy and Peter (Modern day story)

Chapter 20: Conflicting Feelings

 After Peter finished stuffing his face and Wendy stopped teasing him about it, they sat next to each other at the dinner table, elbow to elbow and they enjoyed it. "So.. you wanna practice?" Wendy tilted her head. "For what?" Peter smirks. Oh no. He got closer to her face, causing a blush. "Why, the kiss for the play, of course." Wendy covered her face as the shiver went down her spine, caused by the whisper. She uncovered her face to look at Peter. "But-"

"I swear, you talk too much." He grasped her chin and connected their lips. It only lasted for a couple seconds, but it was very effective on both their parts. Wendy's stomach twisted and her spine tingled, while Peter's body heated and his heart beat sped up. It was short and sweet.

Bitter sweet.

Why?

Because Wendy thinks he's just playing with her and her feelings and it hurt her. Peter was a player, and a very effective teaser. She thinks about him and it makes her go crazy! She has never been in love so she is SUPER frustrating! Peter has never fallen for someone either so he didn't know how to really feel. All he thought he knew was shredded and he thinks of Wendy 24/7! He just thought of rejection coming from her and it pained him, but he got chancing while he hides behinds his playboy persona. But yet all the stolen kisses and teases felt really, really nice to both. And it was so conflicting!

They were total recks on the inside!

When they parted, Wendy tried to hide her blush but miserably failed as Peter tossed on his Play boy act once more. He smirked at her flustered expression. "Not bad, huh?" Wendy hid behind her hands again, completely and utterly confused with her feelings. Did she love him? Did she hate him? Did she not even like him at all and it was just a teenager thing? Peter kissed the exposed bit of her cheek and removed her hands. "You're cute when you're embarrassed." Peter simply said, hands latched around her wrist which prevented her from bringing her hands back to her face. 

And it wasn't a lie what so ever to him. She looked adorable with her shy eyes and pierced bottom lip. At least to him.

She blushed furiously at his comment, even though she thought he was just lying to her for his own amusement. Which killed her inside. She lost sleep over it sometimes! It was an issue! "Um, well rehearsals start soon so, yeah..." Wendy added, sad eyes on the floor and head slightly down. Peter's heart sunk at this so he picked her chin. "You okay, Darling?" He asked sincerely. She smiled at this and warmed on the inside. "Yeah, just a little tired, I guess." He was unsure about the answer, but just silently nodded and leaned back into his seat. A silence fell upon them, not awkward, not comfortable, just a silence. 

"Peter?"
"Mm?"
She turned to face him. "Why?"
He gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?"'
She hesitated before answering. "I mean, why me? Out of all the girls in the school why did you choose me to mess with the most?"
His breath silently hitched but Wendy didn't notice. He told the most painful lie to both her and him. "Because you're my neighbor and you seem like an easy target to play around with." Wendy's eyes widen with an awkward look on her face. She was sadden and hurt by those words and didn't show it, but she wasn't the only one. Peter's inside churned in self disgust and he felt dizzy. 

"Whoa. Okay, straight forward answer. So literally all of that... whatever that was, was just pretend and a game? Cool, okay." She felt her throat tighten, but her eyes remained unteary. She wouldn't cry in front of him. Peter had to keep her away from him, even if that meant making hate him even more than he thinks she does. He doesn't want to get too attached. He's Peter fricking Pan for Disney sake! And Peter Pan doesn't fall in love! ...He can't... Peter robotically stood up and went to the door downstairs, wordlessly. 

Right when she heard the door close, a single tear went down her cheek. She quickly wiped it, pretending and convincing her self that it didn't bother her. She walked up to her room silently and shuts the door, walking to her bed. But she stops, picturing their tickle fest from not so long ago. She turned her head to the side so she would no longer be looking at it, wanting to forget it, but her eyes looked towards her balcony. She feels her eyes sting and she tries to blink the tears back but 'tis too late. Tears streamed down her face and she silently cried.

Peter was in his room, on his bed, reading. Well, trying to. Every time he reads anything about the sky, the color blue, brown, tress, birds, school, singing, music, girls, kissing, romance, action, plays, smiles,  literally almost anything, his mind pulls up a picture of Wendy, happy with a giggle or sad with droopy eyes or mad with puffed up cheeks or teasingly with a smirk. He throws the book across the room and places his head in his hands with a muffled groan. Why can't she just move out of his already? He wipes his eyes before the tears can stream out. He just lost the girl he loved and had his first heart break. It was such a good day, until he had to have them. These stupid, annoying conflicting feelings.

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