Jane closed her eyes and sighed. The sirens had finally started to fade. They’d been going off every night for months now. As Jane’s mother Aggie knew, it was hard for a kid to stay a kid in these times of war. Jane’s brother Danny had no troubles, but he was also much younger than Jane. Jane was thirteen as very practical. She was serious and literal and had a million other grown-up qualities. But what she had in maturity, she lacked in playfulness. She listened to the radio waves every night instead of a bedtime story. She no longer played with toys or wanted to hear anymore stories about Peter Pan. She never played with Danny or joked around with her mother. She had become too serious. She kept her light brown hair at regulation bob. Her chocolate brown eyes said she meant business no matter what she was doing. She got her brother socks for his birthday instead of toys.
Jane put on her nightgown and kept her socks on. She threw on her housecoat and sat on her window seat. It was long after her mother and brother had fallen asleep. She’d wanted to make extra sure today that her father’s name wasn’t going to come over the radio among the names of the fallen. She’d promised her father when he’d left that she would take care of her mother and brother. She always kept her promises, especially those few she’d made her father, that’s why she had grown up too fast. Jane turned and looked out the window. She looked up at the stars and looked for the second star on the right, like her mother had told her all about, but the blaze of a fire caught her eye. It was simply too hard to see all of these amazing things when there was a war waging outside of her bedroom window every night. She took a deep breath.
“I can do this,” Jane said with her British accent.
She opened the window and looked up into the night sky. She struggled for nearly twenty minutes to block out the fires and sirens from the streets and focus only on the star. When she finally managed to, she rather thought she saw the star get brighter. Then, it dimmed and a second light moved away from it. It swirled around and around the night sky, getting closer and closer all the while. Then, when it was swooping over the rooftops, the glow vanished and she saw a boy. He wore green tights and a green shirt. On his head of messy red hair was a green cap with a red feather. On his feet were brown shoes. He had a brown belt with a dagger strapped to it. He did a loop in the air and let out a whoop as he got closer to her window. He noticed her and began to fly in her direction. She gasped and fell onto the floor. She scrambled to get to the door, but he landed in her room before she could run out. He looked at her and smiled.
“You look my age!” he exclaimed. Jane didn’t respond. She stared at him in shock and didn’t move a muscle. “Do you like adventures?” There was still nothing from Jane. “Maybe you’d want to come to Neverland with me?” When she didn’t respond, he shrugged and scooped her up in his arms. He flew out the window, up into the sky, and towards the star. From what Jane had learned the stars were far away from where humans could breathe. This was not anything like that. They flew through the star and all the way to an island. Throughout that whole time, Jane had said absolutely nothing and didn’t move at all.
They landed on the shore of a beach. The boy introduced himself but Jane had already guessed who it was. Peter Pan. Jane’s survival instincts kicked in then. She gathered up an armload of coconuts and began to make a shelter. When she turned around, Peter was hanging upside down in midair with a crazy grin on his face.
“Welcome to Neverland!” he exclaimed. Jane gave him and unimpressed look.
“You just kidnapped me. You flew into my bedroom and kidnapped me. What it the matter with you?” she asked angrily.
“What? I thought you wanted to come. “
“Just because I didn’t respond doesn’t mean you can just take me.”
“Can I at least know your name?” asked Peter as he landed on the beach. Jane put down her coconuts and reached out to shake his hand.
“My name is Jane Kingsley.”
She climbed up onto a rock on the beach. Peter asked her all sorts of questions about London and the war and her brother. Jane answered every one of them and asked a few of her own. By the end, she actually wanted to explore this strange island instead of rush back to her home full of war and sadness. First, Peter took her down the river on a log. Then he scooped her onto his back and took the sky. She wasn’t expecting it and nearly fell off. When she was steadily lying on his back with her arms around his neck, she attempted to smack him. She got pretty close.
“You nearly dropped me!” she scolded.
“But I didn’t,” said Peter. She sighed and rolled her eyes.
“You’re such a goofball.”
While they were flying, Jane got the hang of it herself. They found a rainbow as they flew through the sky. Peter showed her that you could put your hand in it. They flew through it and coated themselves in all the colors of the rainbow. They flew around and around the whole island, telling stories, stopping to eat mangoes and tell even more stories. By the end of it, Jane knew more about Peter than anyone else and he knew more about her than her mother did. She started to like this boy. She wanted to stay and grow up, or rather, not grow up, on this island with this boy. She tried to clear her head of these thoughts, but she couldn’t. They were just too tempting. Peter told her all about the Lost Boys and his hideout.
“I think I should like to meet them for myself,” said Jane.
“I’d bet they’d like to meet you too,” replied Peter.
Jane giggled and raced him to the hideout. There she met the Lost Boys. She could only remember the names of a few of the boys; Tootles, Slightly, Nibs, and Cubby.
“Jane’s going to tell you stories. I gotta go do some things,” said Peter.
He left the hideout and flew off towards the mainland. He was doing some more flying around London to see if he could find Jane’s brother. Instead he found another girl gazing through her window. When she saw him she smiled and waved at him. He flew down into her room.
“Hey, you look my age!” said Peter. He always delighted in finding people his age. He loved to find himself new friends. She laughed.
“Yes, I believe I do,” said the girl. She had a British accent too.
Peter bowed to her. She curtsied in return.
“I’m Peter. Peter Pan. What is your name?”
“My name is Wendy Angela Moira Darling, although most call me Wendy.”
“Wendy… Say Wendy, do you want to come to Neverland with me?”
“How far away is it?”
Peter pointed up into the night sky.
“Second star to the right and straight on till morning.”
Wendy looked down at her floor. “I could never go so far away from home. Perhaps we could just relax here instead. I could show you my needle points and we could do scrapbooking and read. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
Peter shrugged. Then he noticed that Wendy was coming ever closer and closer. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Peter leaned back because he didn’t like the idea of what she was doing despite the fact that he didn’t know what she was doing. Unbeknownst to Peter or Wendy, Jane had left Neverland quite some time ago to follow Peter. She was flying down the street and passed the window. She saw Peter and stopped. There was a girl in there that looked like she was about to kiss him. She gasped and flew into the room.
“What are you doing?” she asked. Both Peter and Wendy turned to look at her.
“I could ask you the same question. Why are you in my house?” asked Wendy angrily.
“I just came looking for Peter. You can’t just kiss him like that! He’s innocent don’t…” Jane trailed off to think her next words through.
“Don’t what? What was I doing wrong?”
“Don’t make him grow up too fast,” said Jane, realizing that that was exactly what she had done. She’d grown up too fast.
“I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean. Maybe you should just leave.”
Jane looked at Peter for support. Instead, he looked down at the floor and put his hand behind his neck.
“Maybe…maybe you should go home Jane. I could come see you tomorrow night,” said Peter. Jane opened her mouth in shock and felt tears brimming in her eyes.
“Don’t bother! I can do fine without you!” Then she flew off back to her house.
Once in her room, she closed the window. The she sat on her bed and held the tears in. She could get past this without a problem. That is, she thought she could, until she saw her brother’s toy on the floor. Of course, it had to be his little stuffed Peter Pan. He’d told her the three simple steps of flight were faith, trust, and pixie dust. She couldn’t believe that anymore. She sat down on her window seat and looked over the toy. Each word that had come out of Peter’s mouth pushed against her mind, more tears forming. Then finally she lost control and the tears spilled over her cheeks. She looked up at the sky and wondered why this had broken her heart. She swore she heard Peter’s voice saying “You love me.” Even worse was that she couldn’t deny it. She wouldn’t willingly admit it either, but it was true all the same. She tossed the Peter toy on the floor and curled into a ball, sobs wracking her body. She slowly quieted and resolved to go fix this problem. She opened the window and flew off, back to Neverland. She had forgotten where the hideout was, so she sat next to a campfire nearly all night. In the morning, she set out again.
This time she found it. The only person inside was Tinker Bell. She told Jane that Peter wasn’t back yet and the Lost Boys were out playing treasure hunt. Jane told Tink the whole story and cried all over again. Tink told her to get up and fight for her love. Jane realized that Tink was right. While she was out though, Hook found her and captured her. He was going to use her as bait to catch Peter. After she was tied up and on the boat, he cut off her gag. The hope was that when she saw Peter she would call out for his help. While she waited, she wondered what Peter and Wendy were doing.
In reality, not very much. Wendy was telling him a bunch of boring stories. He nearly fell asleep several times. He realized his mistake in telling Jane to go home. He couldn’t tell Wendy that he wanted to go see Jane, but he did have to go back to Neverland eventually.
“Wendy, I think I’d best head back home.”
“What? Now? Oh, why? Why not later, there are still so many stories I want to tell you!”
“No. the Lost Boys will be waiting for me.”
“Peter, if you must leave, promise me you will come visit again. I will miss you greatly and I shouldn’t like it if I was never to see you again.”
“If you want me too, I’ll come visit again. Not too soon, but I will be back. When you hear me crow into the night, you’ll know I’m there.”
Peter swooshed out the window. Wendy watched him go as a tear rolled down her cheek.
“I’ll always love you Peter Pan,” she murmured.
Back on Neverland, Peter caught up with Tink. They weren’t too far from where Jane was. She struggled against the ropes on her wrists and ankles, but she couldn’t break free. She sighed and realized that Peter had to spring the trap if there was any chance that either of them would get out of this.
“Peter! Help!” cried Jane.
Peter saw her and pulled his dagger. He rushed onboard and cut the ropes on her hands and feet. Then he fought with Hook. Jane grabbed a sword and fought off some other pirates.
“I’ve beaten you time and time again Hook what is it going to take for you to give up?” asked Peter.
“I will give up when you are dead! This time, you will not win!” said Hook.
Jane had fended off the rest of the pirates and was now listening to Hook. What had he said? Peter wouldn’t win?
“Oh, really? And why is that?” asked Peter as they took the battle up the mast.
Jane flew up after them, ready to aid Peter should he need it.
“Because she doesn’t love you Pan!” shouted Hook. He whirled around and threw his hook around Jane’s neck, pinning her to the mast. He smiled in malice at the shocked and pained look on Peter’s face. “She doesn’t love you and I’m going to kill her.”
Hook picked her up and hurled her overboard. She splashed into the sea. It washed off all of her pixie dust and she was forced to swim back to shore. When she touched the shore, she ran through the jungle and back to the hideout to get some reinforcements.
Meanwhile on the deck, Peter was still fighting Hook for a few minutes; his anger at losing Jane helped him gain ground. Then the thought of her being gone weakened him. He couldn’t fly anymore and thus lost the upper hand against Hook. Soon, they could easily tie him up. He was too weak to fight back as they tied an anchor to his back and plunked him down on the plank. He prayed that Jane really was dead so that he could see her again. He felt bad that he was never going to be able to keep his promise to Wendy. He felt bad that the Lost Boys were never going to know what had happened to him. He felt awful that Tink wasn’t ever going to get to see him anymore.
Jane had reached the hideout. Once inside, she shouted for Tink. She came rushing out of her tree knot.
“Tinker Bell, Hook is going to kill Peter! We have to get together the Lost Boys and save him!” exclaimed Jane. As soon as the words left her mouth, the Lost Boys all swung upside down into the room.
“Peter’s in trouble?! We have to hurry!” exclaimed Nibs.
Slightly handed everyone a sword, Tink filled everyone up with pixie dust and they rushed off to rescue Peter. Cubby gave her a key that he said he’d swiped out of Hook’s pocket once. He said he bet that they opened Peter’s handcuffs. The Lost Boys all landed on the deck and battled the pirates. Jane headed for Peter. She loved the look on his face when he saw her. It was a mixture of relief, surprise and astonishment. Jane pulled out the key and unlocked the handcuffs. Together, she and Peter pushed the anchor into the ocean.
“Jane! You’re alive!” exclaimed Peter. He scooped her up in a bear hug and she hugged him back. He set her down and she looked up into his eyes.
“Yes, I am. I just need to make sure you know, Peter that what he said before” said Jane. She looked down at her feet in embarrassment. “About me not loving you… well… that isn’t true.” She put her hand on his cheek and smiled. “I do love you. I will always love you no matter what happens.”
Peter put his hand on hers and smiled at her. “What do you say we go kick some butt?” he asked. Jane smiled and they flew off.
Peter and Jane fought Hook directly. The crocodile that was always following Hook was beside the boat, just waiting for a taste of Hook. Peter knew that. He and Jane forced him back against the rail. He tried to stay onboard the boat because he could see the crocodile. Jane and Peter were relentless, forcing him to lean further and further back until finally he fell over the edge and into the waiting jaws of the crocodile. The other pirates all panicked and jumped overboard.
“We won!” shouted Slightly.
“Now we can get back to our treasure hunt!” exclaimed Cubby.
Jane looked over at Peter. “I bet I could find it before you.”
“Not on your life!” exclaimed Peter.
Everyone took to the sky and flew off in every direction to try to find the treasure. Jane and Peter were neck to neck, but in the end, Jane found it first. Peter took a crown and placed it on his head.
“Jane, due to your excellent skills at finding treasure, I now declare you the first Lost Girl,” said Peter.
Jane smiled and hugged Peter. “I love you Peter!” exclaimed Jane. “I love you.”
Peter hugged her back. “I think I love you too Jane.”
The Lost Boys oohed and Jane and Peter let go of each other with a laugh. The Lost Boys put a fox hat on Jane’s head, officially making her a Lost Girl. In all the commotion of the celebrating, Jane slipped outside of the cave. Peter followed her, just like she’d hoped he would.
“Peter, I want to show you something,” said Jane as they each took off the thing on their heads.
“I’ll tell the Lost Boys,” said Peter. He took a deep breath to call to them, but Jane put her hands over his mouth.
“No, I just want to show you. They don’t have to come.” Peter laughed and they flew off into the jungle. Jane landed, but she didn’t see Peter. “Peter?”
He poked his head down from the palm leaves. Jane gasped then laughed.
“You ridiculous boy,” she said sarcastically. Then she leaned forward and kissed him. His eyes widened in surprise. Then he closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss.
Jane pulled back and he landed on the ground with a thud. He stood up and smiled.
“Wow! What was that?” asked Peter. Jane laughed.
“That was a kiss, you silly boy,” said Jane.
“A kiss huh? I think I like kisses now.”
He leaned forward and kissed Jane back.
That is the story as to how Peter Pan had his first kiss, how Jane learned to be a kid again, and how Neverland saw the day the pirates were gone and the first Lost Girl declared. The end.
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