"Go home and grow up! And take your feelings with you!"
-First Person/Misty-
It was just a picture. I held the brown paper in my hands. It was just a picture of a lady. Peter gasped. "She looks just like you." He breathed.
"Really?" I tilted my head to the side eyeing the pulled up brown hair and blue eyes with porcelain white skin.
"Yeah!" Peter piped. "Here--let me see." He then grabbed the locks of my own brown hair and pulled it up like the woman in the picture.
"Ow!" I snapped and smacked his hands away.
"Yours is a bit tingly and dirty but--"
"Hey." I defended.
"Oh stop. You're still beautiful." I blushed.
"What do you think it means?" I asked. Peter shrugged.
"Here, let me see the capsule." He ordered. I did. Peter tilted it upside down and shook it. Nothing fell out. He then peeked inside. "All that hard work for a picture." Peter sighed.
"Hey now, don't fret just yet, Pan. Let's think some more." I tried to lighten the mood. Peter gave a small boyish smile.
"Well... maybe you could be related to this woman." Peter suggested. I bobbed my head once with approval.
"And maybe this woman is somehow connected to Neverland like me?" I suggested myself. Peter's face brightened then he grinned.
"Only one way we can find out."
"How?"
"Your Grandma." Peter shot to his feet.
"What?! No!"
"Sure we can."
"Uh, no we can't. Who knows if she even knows anything, Peter. And plus it's too dangerous. She might keep me there."
"Then I'll take you back--"
"No!" I hissed grabbing Peter's wrist to stop him from walking off. "She'll kill you."
"And what makes you so sure, Misty? Maybe she's been expecting me...you never know."
"Exactly. You never know. She might just kill you." I said simply. Peter laughed.
"No she won't. She'll love me. Everybody loves me." I was in disbelief. Nearly laughing at him, I shook my head.
"Yeah right."
"Yeah--no." Peter mocked. "She'll love me. Don't worry. And plus, it's not like we have much of a choice you know."
I thought about that. Peter was right. We didn't. But I just wasn't ready to see my Grandma again. I wouldn't know what to say or anything. But maybe Peter was right. Maybe she was expecting him. I finally sighed. "I suppose you're right."
"Of coarse I am."
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It was nightfall in London and we arrived at my window. I forced Peter to hide with me. "Wait, jus--just let me prepare myself." I whispered to him on the roof.
"What's there to prepare for?" He whispered annoyed.
"I'm just...not ready." I admitted. Peter sighed.
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Thirteen Forever ~Peter Pan Love Story~ <DISCONTINUED>
Romance-Has language and a little bit of SC- It's been years since Wendy left. Maybe a few decades have gone by. Since four years ago, a tsunami has struck Neverland killing everything and everyone. Peter has aged. He doesn't know why everything could've d...
