Forever Young: A Peter Pan Classic

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A Peter and Wendy love story come true...

Wendy. You're typical hopeless romantic from London. She's full of paranoia and has all the phobias from A-Z. From being self conscious to flying. She hates flying. But this I-AM-CAPABLE-OF-ANYTHING act is ruined when she realizes she's nothing without her boyfriend, Peter.

Peter. You're typical I'M-IN-A-BAND Boy Next Door. A member of 'The Lost Boys', plays the harmonica amazingly, and the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. He's adventurous, writes amazing songs, and he likes fedoras. To Wendy, she couldn't ask for more.

3 weeks into their relationship, Peter asks Wendy to make the most important decision of her life. Should she stay? Or should she go? But like everyone says...

Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine.

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Submitted: August 15, 2010

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Forever Young:A Peter Pan Classic

"See that second star to the right?" He asked me, squinting as he pointed at the sky. I slowly nodded and turned to face him.

"I love you from here..." He said, pointing at the concrete ground then back at the night sky. "to there." He mumbled. I smiled proudly and tiptoed for my lips to meet his. He held me closer and quickly lifted me up to lie on the couch.

"Fly with me to America..." He whispers in my ear, trailing light kisses between every word. I froze in place as paranoia struck through me.

I've never been out of my country. London is my home and going to America gave me the feeling of uneasiness. I've heard of all the beautiful things that I could only imagine but I couldn't bring myself to agree on going there.

Except for the fact that Peter was asking me to go with him...that definitely changed things.

Peter, my boyfriend, is a foreigner from New York. He was on tour with his band. Not so famous but they are a group of many talents. He plays the harmonica...not that big of a role but once you hear him play, you'd know how I felt everytime he played for me not at a concert.

I met him at a concert my brothers invited me to. The two of them were highly ecstatic on the idea of attending 'The Lost Boys' first world tour. Cliche, I know. Butbesides the name, I never really knew them and I never even thought that I'd fall in love with one of them.

"I don't have that kind of money, Peter. And what would my parents think? Or John and Michael?" I mumbled, positioning myself on his lap. He breathed slowly before placing his forehead on mine.

"I'll tell them personally if that's all you ask. I just...don't want a short relationship with you, Wendy. You're different. I mean, where else can you find the most beautiful British girl with long, wavy hair and lips so kissable, on the planet?" He whispered, chuckling at the end. I blushed and kissed his lips softly, hiding the heat that was reaching up my face.

"...And besides, we can just sprinkle a little pixie dust to get there." He said proudly, letting a wink pass his eye.

One reason why I would go to the ends of the earth with him...he just knows all the right buttons to push.

***

Taking a seat at the end of the plane, I took a deep breath and shut my eyes, feeling paranoid of flying. I felt a hand squeeze mine and I slowly opened my eyes to see Peter smiling sadly at me.

"Forgive me for being so selfish, Wen." He murmured, letting out a shaky breath as he spoke. I pouted and reached over and kissed him. He kissed me back with more passion that I could ever imagine. It was like I would disappear and fly back to London if I could. Bless him.

"Peter, you aren't selfish. Actually," I trailed off, looking deep into his eyes. "...yes. You are selfish. You could have come to London sooner and we could have been a happy old couple." I stated, imagining how marvelous it would be to grow old with Peter.

***

Breathing in the cold NY air, I shivered and my teeth chattered. Not as freezing as it was in London, but it did come a close second. I heard Peter yell angrily and glanced over at him, his eyes blazing as he looked at his phone. I walked over and took his hand in mine. The way his eyes looked a second ago quickly changed from anger...to shock...to regret.

"Are you alright?" I whispered, squeezing his hand. He sighed heavily and shook his head. That can't be good.

"I told my bandmates that I wouldn't be able to perform tonight because I wanted to spend time with you but being the sick bastards that they are--" His voice was getting louder and louder so i had to cut him off. I tiptoed quickly and stopped him with a kiss. He blushed slightly and looked away.

"They're your friends, Peter. Don't worry about me. We'll just go to the concert together, okay?" I mumbled, my hands resting around his neck. His hands slipped around my waist and he pulled me close.

"Thank you, Wendy. I couldn't have asked for a better person to share this moment with."

***

Dressed in a customized TLB t-shirt, stone washed jeans, and converse sneakers, I finalized my make-up before walking to the lobby of the hotel. I arched my neck to search for Peter but he wasn't anywhere in sight. I started to panic, realizing I was in the largest city in the most populated country.

"You don't have to wear that shirt, you know." I heard a familiar voice say as hands wrapped around my waist. I turned to face him and smiled.

"Of course I should. Who would guess that I was the girlfriend of the harmonica player?" I teased. He pulled away and pouted, making his green eyes shine through his lashes.

"You make my role sound so useless." He said, chuckling. I laughed and kissed him on the cheek, being highly grateful for him.

***

"Just wait here." Peter says before walking away to talk to his bandmates. I turned as well, feeling highly proud of my VIP pass, and peeked through the curtains.

"Oh my god..." I breathed, quickly shutting the black cloth. There were so many people. Definitely more than I had imagined. I guess they were more famous in America.

"Show starts in 1 minute!" I heard someone call out. This causes everyone to turn into a state of panic and I stand there, frozen in place. I felt someone grab my wrist before being spun. I was about to scream but the most familiar lips met mine.

Somehow, the kiss we were sharing drowned out the noise. The only noise I was hearing now was the rapid beating of my heart. Thanks to Mr. Harmonica here.

"Wish me luck?" He mumbles, resting his forehead on mine. The way his eyes sparkled sent me to overdrive. I nodded and kissed him again before he went through the curtains.

"I love you..."I mumbled to myself, hoping with the slightest chance, that he'd hear.

***

The concert lasted for about an hour or so and I couldn't help but smile everytime Peter looked at me as he played his solo. That show-off.

"Hey..." I heard someone slur. I whipped my head and a tall man, probably in his early 20s, and long black hair, drunk as hell.

I turned back and continued to watch Peter but I was spun around again.

"My name's Hook. You can call me Cap." He managed to say. I shook out of his grasp but he held me tight. I started panicking and glanced over at Peter who was in the middle of his most important solo.

"Usually when people introduce themselves, the other person does the same." He said, smirking as his head rocked back and forth. I shook my head and tried shaking out of his grip again. This time he looked at me with raging eyes and I closed mine, bracing for the worst. Peter...

"Excuse me. Kindly let go of my Wendy." He called me 'his Wendy'...It was like a light bulb completely switched on and my world was perfect again. I opened my eyes to see Peter's hand on Cap's shoulder.His eyes were even deeper and darker than Cap's were. But it didn't intimidate Cap at all because the next second his knuckles struck Peter's face.

"Peter!" I screamed in pain. He slightly fell out of balance before managing to straighten himself again.

"Says who the bitch's yours?" Cap said, proudly. Peter's eyes shot open before reaching out his fist and he hit Cap straight in the gut. This sent Cap to the air and back to the ground in seconds. He got knocked out.

I stood there, my mouth in the shape of an O before being pulled into a tight hug. I wasn't aware of what was happening but tears started trickling down my face.

"Shh, Wen. It's alright. I'm here now. Forgive me for not coming sooner." He mumbled, stroking my hair in his hands. I nodded and tightened my grip on his body.

"I love you." I mumbled, sniffling between every word. He pulled away and wiped my tears with his thumb.

"I love you too, Wen." He mumbled back. He slowly moved his face, lowering as he was an inch away.

And there it was...the kiss. The kiss that only a princess could ever dream of. The kiss that could end the perfect story. That kiss that could only happen in Disney Fairytales.

You know...the perfect kind.

A/N:

I hope you liked it! In case you didn't know what kind of comparisons I made, I listed them down. :)

  • The title: Forever Young. Peter didn't leave Neverland because he didn't want to row old.
  • The name's. Peter and Wendy. Wendy's brother's Michael and John. & Captain Hook.
  • The first statement was the song in Part 2, I think.
  • Wendy is from London and Peter's fromNew York (Neverland).
  • The 'pixie dust' line.
  • Peter's band's name called 'The Lost Boys'.
  • Peter's the harmonica player...Peter Pan played something like that.
  • Peter and Captain Hook's fight. Cap. Hook lost, of course.
  • The perfect Disney Kiss. I know it didn't happen in the movie but I wanted it to.

P.S. The only way I can win this challenge is if you press the 'Like' button. So if you did like it, please do click the button. :)


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