Peter Pan Fan Fiction ❯ Opening Closed Windows ❯ Intent ( Chapter 9 )

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A/N: Hey everyone! This is the new chapter. Im thickening the plot in this one. Hope
that its to your liking! ;) Please let me know what you think about the length of this
chapter.


Chapter 9: Intent.

It had taken Mr. Darling nearly a week to calm down to a degree that he allowed
Wendy to go back to school. Mrs. Darling had written a note addressing the head
mistress of the school, saying that her daughter had fallen ill after attending a party
and that she could not attend school until she was completely healthy again. Of
course rumors were still flying about, only regarding her illness and not about her
virginity. Mr. Darling had underestimated his wife dearly. She had smothered a
crisis before it could even begin!

Even so, George didnt want ,,the proper slime ball anywhere near his daughter. In
his opinion the boy should be hanged for his improper behavior towards Wendy. She
had no intention to see Christian again. After what he had tried to do, she didnt feel
the need to give him the time of day anymore. She would not give him any chance to
approach her alone, so she planned to walk home with one of her brothers each day.
When she got out of school earlier, she would wait for them and vice versa.

So today she was waiting for Michael in front of his school. Wendy fully realized that
there was a risk that she would run into Christian, since he and Michael went the
same school. If that happened however, she would not give him the time of day. He
had knowingly tried to destroy her reputation and that of her family. Now, Wendy
did not pretend to like aunt Millicent all too much but in this situation she was ever
so right. What would the neighbors think?

The teenager sighed and hoisted her book bag a bit further up. It had near slipped
from her shoulder and if it were to fall onto the damp ground it would be ruined.
Wendy turned around as she heard footsteps heading her way. The bell had not
ringed yet, so it had to be either one of the staff or a student cutting class. It could not
be Michael nor one of her other brothers, they would never allow themselves getting
caught wandering the school halls during class. So she watched in amazement as the
boy walked down the steps, so self-assured of himself. Judging by his uniform he
was a student, but the lack of a book bag begged to differ.

Wendy fully realized that it was impolite to stare but the boys attitude had sparked
her curiosity. She looked at his polished shoed and ironed clothes. The boy was well
looked after, why wasnt he in his classroom? The answer came as the brunette
averted her eyes to the boys face and her heart seemed to skip a beat. "Peter?!"

Her eyes had fallen on a familiar face and unruly hair. The words had left her mouth
before Wendy had even realized that she was thinking them. The boy froze and his
green eyes fell on her. For a moment it looked like he was going to repeat his

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performance from the costumed party. He seemed rooted to the spot, unable to
move. After a moment or so however, he took a step forward and folded his left arm
behind his back. The right was folded in front of his body and Peter slowly bowed
for her, just like he had done all those years ago. He kept his eyes locked with hers
and a sly smile appeared on his face. Before Wendy could stop herself she bowed
back, not blinking once. Peter might take the opportunity to disappear out of her life
again.

"Hello Wendy." His words broke the enchantment and Wendy blinked. Peter was
really standing in front of her, dressed like any other boy was ought to be dressed
while attending school. Tinkerbell had been right. Peter Pan had indeed left
Neverland, even though Wendy had not seen him in years. A million thoughts were
running through her head, yet the girl only managed to voice one. "Why are you
here?"

Peter only stared at her. It looked like he did not have a clue what to say to her but it
was far more likely that he just could not be bothered to answer. The two teenagers
were standing face to face and the only audible sound was that of the birds. Wendy
didnt know how long they were standing there but at long last she sighed and
started to turn away from Peter. It was not like it was very likely that he was going to
say anything. As she turned however, Peters voice reached her ears and she froze in
her tracks. She could see his mischievous grin from the corner of her eyes as he said:
"Didnt I say I would visit? This is me visiting."

Wendy didnt turn to face Peter again but her shoulders suddenly felt tense. Her face
became void of any emotion and she didnt even take the effort to look at the boy she
had known so well a long time ago. Yet she could not stop the words that were flying
over her lips. Cold, hard words, filled with intent to hurt the teenager. "And for just
how long have you been visiting Peter? I never knew you found school so exiting
that you would grow up for it."
Wendy saw Peter shift his weight as he looked up at the building. It didnt take him
very long and it wasnt long before his green eyes were on her form again. "Dont
talk to me like you actually have something to say about who I am. Dont accuse me,
you have no right whatsoever."

Wendy still didnt look at Peter, while he couldnt seem to direct his gaze at anything
else. She could not remain quiet however and asked the question that was burning
on her lips from the moment that she had set her eyes on him. "You grew up Peter.
Why did you grow up?"
"You left Neverland. You grew up. Why did you grow up?" Peter asked stubbornly.
"I never stopped growing up Peter."
"Yes you did. You did. When you came to Neverland you promised to never grow
up Wendy and you did. I took you to my world. I brought you to Neverland with
only one condition. You could not grow up." There was a small silence and then
Peter added bitterly: "And you did."

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"I found myself in some kind of Wonderland Peter, but it was just that. A fantastical
world filled with childish fantasies that I was rapidly outgrowing. I knew that it was
not possible to stay a child forever." Wendy said calmly as she turned to face Peter
again. He was looking at her with a look in his eyes that she had not seen there
before. He did not say a word however, which made her continue. "It wasnt like you
cared enough about me that you felt compelled to ask me to stay with you. To ask me
to believe. I needed to voice my feelings and you merely stepped back to let me go."

Her voice had gotten a bit harder as she spoke, yet Peter was still looking at her with
that odd glint in his eyes. For a moment it wasnt that difficult for Wendy to pretend
that the boy in front of her did not know what to say. In the past Peter had never
been at loss for words and deep down Wendy knew that he wasnt looking for the
right words to say to her. Her childhood friend was trying to fight back his emotions.
Because feelings were something that Peter Pan had never been good with. Emotions
shouldve been easy to dismiss. He could not be bothered by them. At least, that was
what he liked to pretend.

"I did not let you leave like that," Peter said at long last. It sounded like he had to
force the words out. Wendy could feel anger bubbling up within her but she tried to
remain calm. Shouting at Peter would not do the situation any good. The boy had an
infamous temper and Wendy did not want to be the one to rile him up. Her words
would upset him anyway but perhaps when she didnt shout at him, maybe they
would get a better reaction. So she stated, relatively calm: "Yes you did."

Peters eyes narrowed dangerously and his hands slowly curled into fists. Yet he
only hissed: "No I did not!"
"Yes you did! You never came to visit Peter! Not once!" Wendy said, pointing an
accusing finger at the teenager. Peter swatted her hand away, shouting: "I did not! I
came to your house every evening! Every evening Wendy! And you had your
window closed on me! Day after day! Week after week! You had the window closed
so that I could not visit!"

"We do have a front door Peter! You should try to use it from time to time, like
normal people do!" Wendy yelled back before she could stop herself. She started to
turn away from the boy but he grabbed her arm, forcing her to look at him. Anger
had always been one of the few emotions that Peter had been able to cope with.
Somewhere during the discussion they had started shouting at each other and be
now they were standing nose to nose. Wendy vaguely realized that Peter was much
taller than she was but didnt have the time to process the thought. Peter bent over
her, his shadow falling over het like a dark blanket of anger and angst. "Now that
would be a conversation I would just love to have with your father! Good evening
Mr. Darling, my name is Peter Pan. I am the person who abducted your children but
since Ive kindly returned them I would really like to visit Wendy. I realized that its
rather late but Im really fond of her stories. Please let me go into her room, I do
promise to leave before the sun comes up." Peter snorted. "Im sure that he would
take to me like a fish takes to water."

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The boy let go of her arm and just looked at her with triumph glistening in his eyes.
He was sure that he had won this argument. Wendy was deeply insulted by his
words though. Peter had just totally unwittingly insinuated that Mr. Darling
wouldnt mind if his daughter would turn into some kind of slut. Furthermore he
had suggested that Wendy wouldnt mind letting men she hardly knew into her
bedroom. So Wendy did the only thing she could do. She slapped Peter in the face,
hard. His face snapped to the side and a red mark rapidly started to appear on his
left cheek. In truth Wendy was shocked by her own behavior, she had never slapped
someone like that in her entire life! Peter had always known how to annoy her
beyond certain boundaries, yet this was the first time that she had used her hand to
defend her honor and that of her family.

"Dont you ever do that again," Peter said threatening as he slowly turned his head
back to look at Wendy. The look in his eyes told her that he wasnt a little boy
anymore and for the first time since she had seen him again Wendy believe him. This
wasnt the boy who had taught her how to ride the winds back. Nor was he the boy
who had taught her how to use a sword. No, that he was not. This was a young man
with the face of someone she thought she knew, but he was nothing like him...

Wendy could feel tears burning behind her eyes and took two steps back. The school
bell rang loudly as she did so and Peter merely looked at her. Wendy blinked,
making the tears stream down her face. She didnt say a word however as the sound
of the bell died down and voices of relieved students started to fill the hallways.
Wendy slowly shook her head, never taking her eyes off Peter and as she saw
Michael heading her way, she whispered: "I dont know who you are anymore. You
are a stranger I never hope to see again."
After that she wiped away her tears, grabbed Michaels hand and started to drag him
away from the school. She had waited long enough and she had said enough to.
Right now it felt as though her entire world was slowly crumbling down and she did
not want to stand still to watch it fall. No, that she would not.

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