The Wendy House _ON HOLD_

Peter Pan and Wendy. The two famous child lovers. But, that was all a story. Wasn't it?
I don't know anymore.
On my 4th Birthday, my parents bought me and my little sister a Wendy house. It was a little house in the corner of the garden, made of wood, with little windows and toy kitchen, and blankets and pillows on the upper level. We used to play there in the summer, store all our garden gear in the winter; it even housed my pet rabbit, once.
But inside, was a secret world. One that I shared with a friend.
Jay. Jay was one of my best friends. We'd play, laugh, and made so many happy memories.
I hadn't seen him in almost 6 years. Because I moved away. Across the country, across the continents, across the world. We lost contact.
But three days ago, I found him. And he found me.

The people in this story are all real, though they may not have their real names. Jay and Kylie in particular, are real. But they are just friends, not whatever this story chucks them out as.