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"Come on, Peter… When are you going to come?" You say tiredly, curled up in your window perch, head resting on your arm. "I know I'm not a child anymore, but I need this… I've been waiting my whole life… for you to come take me to Neverland…" Your sleepy rambling is cut off by a yawn, which leads to droopy lids closing, while you dream of flying across the dizzy atmosphere with one hand out the window, your fingers catching the breeze.
You wake up dazed and upset; your dream wasn't reality, as to be expected but not accepted. And why is the window closed? You always leave it open. It's not like your parents would close it. Nope, they would probably be glad if someone came in the night and stole you away. 'Now only if that someone would have ginger hair and wear green tights,' you muse.
Right then, a loud "ahem" cuts through your half irritated, half bemused thoughts. Startled, you jump, turning to face whoever is in your bedroom. It's not Mom or Dad, it's not any of their sleezeball friends coming to "hang out" with you… He stands with his feet crossed and arms folded over his chest. A green cap rests low on his ginger head. Brown leather pointed shoes cover his feet with a matching belt across his waist. An amused grin toys with his lips before he asks, "Well, are you going to just stare all day? I thought I heard you say you wanted to go to Neverland!" You shake your head, then nod, then realize that your mouth is open and close it.
"Um… Yeah. You could say that…"
That's all the knowledge he needs. No permission slip toting adults here! "Peter Pan, at your service!" He does a slight bow with a dramatic hand twirl before grabbing onto your hand after throwing the windows open, stepping onto the perch, and pulling you with him. He then proceeds to almost pull you right over the ledge.
"Hey, are you crazy?!" You shout, pulling your hand from his. "I can't fly! And you sure as hell can't hold my weight!" He stares at you, and you start to get red-faced realizing that you just yelled at a supposedly fictional character (that you've absolutely adored since you were maybe four or five years old)… What if he refuses to take you now? What if he's super pissed that you flipped? What if this is all a part of your dream?! But he doesn't refuse, he doesn't get angry, and as far as you can tell, it's reality. He laughs.
"Don't be ridiculous, anyone can fly! All you need is - "
You cut him off, softly saying, "Faith, trust, and pixie dust, I know. But it doesn't look like we have a pixie, so we're missing the dust…"
"Nah, she's here somewhere. Probably moping around outside." He leans closer, whispering exaggeratedly behind his hand, "She gets super jealous… Especially this time, since you're closer to my age than Wendy or Jane were." You could swear that you see a faint red glow coming from the corner of your window, but you barrel on, thinking it best to ignore it.
"I am? How old are you?" You wonder aloud, asking one of the many questions that've been burning on your tongue for a long time now.
"I'm not absolutely positive, but since I age a little bit every time I leave Neverland, I think I'm 15 or 16? And you look [y/a]."
"Yeah, you guessed right." You reward him with a grin, and then, out of the blue, Peter shouts, "Tink, you'd better help her, or I'm going down too!" Without any warning other than his vague words, he does the unthinkable. He wraps his arms around your waist and leaps.
You wake up dazed and upset; your dream wasn't reality, as to be expected but not accepted. And why is the window closed? You always leave it open. It's not like your parents would close it. Nope, they would probably be glad if someone came in the night and stole you away. 'Now only if that someone would have ginger hair and wear green tights,' you muse.
Right then, a loud "ahem" cuts through your half irritated, half bemused thoughts. Startled, you jump, turning to face whoever is in your bedroom. It's not Mom or Dad, it's not any of their sleezeball friends coming to "hang out" with you… He stands with his feet crossed and arms folded over his chest. A green cap rests low on his ginger head. Brown leather pointed shoes cover his feet with a matching belt across his waist. An amused grin toys with his lips before he asks, "Well, are you going to just stare all day? I thought I heard you say you wanted to go to Neverland!" You shake your head, then nod, then realize that your mouth is open and close it.
"Um… Yeah. You could say that…"
That's all the knowledge he needs. No permission slip toting adults here! "Peter Pan, at your service!" He does a slight bow with a dramatic hand twirl before grabbing onto your hand after throwing the windows open, stepping onto the perch, and pulling you with him. He then proceeds to almost pull you right over the ledge.
"Hey, are you crazy?!" You shout, pulling your hand from his. "I can't fly! And you sure as hell can't hold my weight!" He stares at you, and you start to get red-faced realizing that you just yelled at a supposedly fictional character (that you've absolutely adored since you were maybe four or five years old)… What if he refuses to take you now? What if he's super pissed that you flipped? What if this is all a part of your dream?! But he doesn't refuse, he doesn't get angry, and as far as you can tell, it's reality. He laughs.
"Don't be ridiculous, anyone can fly! All you need is - "
You cut him off, softly saying, "Faith, trust, and pixie dust, I know. But it doesn't look like we have a pixie, so we're missing the dust…"
"Nah, she's here somewhere. Probably moping around outside." He leans closer, whispering exaggeratedly behind his hand, "She gets super jealous… Especially this time, since you're closer to my age than Wendy or Jane were." You could swear that you see a faint red glow coming from the corner of your window, but you barrel on, thinking it best to ignore it.
"I am? How old are you?" You wonder aloud, asking one of the many questions that've been burning on your tongue for a long time now.
"I'm not absolutely positive, but since I age a little bit every time I leave Neverland, I think I'm 15 or 16? And you look [y/a]."
"Yeah, you guessed right." You reward him with a grin, and then, out of the blue, Peter shouts, "Tink, you'd better help her, or I'm going down too!" Without any warning other than his vague words, he does the unthinkable. He wraps his arms around your waist and leaps.
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Okay, I have to be honest here... I used to have a HUGE crush on Peter Pan when I was like in kindergarden and I still do, I always think and hoping that one day Peter Pan will come down to my house and take me away from my life and live with him.
Imagine I was a kindergardener when I thought of that, and I would always write down his name and start doodling it XDD
Me and my imagination is already born weird XD
Imagine I was a kindergardener when I thought of that, and I would always write down his name and start doodling it XDD
Me and my imagination is already born weird XD