"Never Neverland"

"Never Neverland"

When I first saw Wendy, I knew she was the one. She was so beautiful and sweet, though she could be a bit stubborn at times. I had never really talked to her before. I guess you could say I'm a bit shy. Well, overly shy to be honest, but one day, in my english class, I got up the guts to talk to her. It was a scary moment for me, having the fear of being rejected. Though I knew this was the only way to get her before Senior year was over and I never saw her again.

I said in a nervous tone, "Hey, Wendy, have you... heard of the senior party? It's suppose to be a lot of fun..." She nodded a bit and asked, "Why?" As I fidgeted with my hands, I began to mutter, "I was wondering... if you were going... and if you'd like to go with me." She smiled at me and cheerfully answered, "Of coarse Peter, I'd be happy to be your date."

After my shock and her giggle, the bell rang and we evacuated class for spring break. Everyone was in such a hurry to finally get out of school for a short while, but I just smiled and walked out of class with my eyes set on the back of Wendy's head, which just happened to be a foot from me.

Her beauty always overwhelmed me. How could anyone be so beautiful? Her silky black hair that fell just below her shoulders, looked so soft, I'd give anything just to caress it. Her aqua blue eyes that seemed to entrance me with just a glance, and her perfectly smooth porcelain skin, softer than a baby most likely.

At the night of the party, I came in my best clothes, but sadly, did not have the car to match. I stopped at the store to get her the whitest rose bud I could find, to match her soft pale skin. I would have bought her a dozen, but I was not born into the wealthiest family. I was never much for dressing up, but I dolled myself up that night, in hope of impressing Wendy.

As I walked slowly and nervously up to her door, I combed my stupid red hair. Red hair looks good on a lot of people, but my red hair just didn't seem to look decent on me at all. I had a smug little nose and overly sized lips for a white male. Sometimes I felt my feet were a bit too big or I was too tall and lean, but it was much to late to change the way I looked. I stepped on to her porch cautiously and stared at the door. The light green color of the door intimidated me. I have never been fond of the color green, though that was the color of my unevenly sized eyes.

Just before I lifted my fist up to knock on the door, and older man opened up quite alarmingly and said, "Who are you? And why are you standing in front of my house?" To my surprise, I noticed there was a window he must have been looking at me through. That window was to my left, though I was much too blind to notice.

"Umm, I'm so sorry!" I stuttered out of my mouth, "Is Wendy home?" He stared at me a bit, his eyes moved up and down me before he yelled, "Wendy! Get your ass down here!" I was startled by the way he talked to her.

She came running down the stairs behind him and she smiled at me, "Peter! How are you?" I smiled and looked at her, "I'm fine Wendy. I hope your dad doesn't mind that I'm driving..." I laughed a bit and then was rudely interrupted by the older man which I now recognized as her father. Her father was nothing like I expected. He was bald, fat, and had a really mean look on his face all the time. "So, your the fruitcake taking my daughter to that whatever it's called..." I nodded as he came closer and almost grabbed my shirt, "You lay one finger on my daughter and it's the last thing you'll ever do... I'll break your finger off-" Then Wendy interrupted anxiously, "He wont dad..." She turned to me and grabbed my hand, "Let's go Peter! the excitement is killing me!" She laughed a bit as she led me to my car. She jumped into the passengers seat before I even had a chance to open the door for her.

"Wendy..." I questioned, "I'm sorry if you mind me asking... but does yout dad always talk to you like that?" She sighed a bit and replied, "Only when he's drunk..." She was quiet and then she laughed to break the painful silence. I glimpsed at her arm and noticed a bruise. "Wendy... your dad doesn't hurt you, right?" I whispered in a worried tone. She looked startled and pulled down her sleeve quickly, "No... No, he doesn't..." It was quiet and I started up the car.

"What a horrible way to treat a woman..." I thought to myself. I was always raised to be well mannered and respectable to a lady. I turned to look in her saddened eyes, but her head was lowered and she was staring at her hands. I was breathing deeply and I started to drive toward our destination. It was quiet most of the way, except a few words passed here and there.

As the car came to a stop in front the the house, I saw all the people there and I knew it was making Wendy restless. I turned to her and said in a small voice, "Wendy, if you don't want to go... That's fine... I can see I upset you."

She turned to me rather quickly and yelled panicky, "Peter! I do want to go with you! You didn't upset me, please don't ever think that!" I pulled on my neatly tucked in, white shirt nervously and reached for her hand, "Wendy... would you like me to take you to dinner instead?" I looked in her eyes bashfully. "Yes Peter, that sounds better than anything right now..." She grasped my hand and squeezed it, "Thank you..." She looked at me with her aqua eyes and her green party dress sparkled a bit as the lights from passing cars glimpsed at her.

We had gotten to a local restaurant, when I mentioned the resemblance between us and the lovers in "Peter Pan". She laughed, "It's like it was meant to be." She leaned over the table and looked at me, black hair dropping off her shoulders to the side of her lovely face, "Peter... I know we have never really talked to each other before these past few hours but... I really like you." She blushed and turned away in embarrassment.

"She really likes me?" I thought with excitement. As she had her head turned, it was then I knew I had to stay with her. It was the only time I felt at peace with myself. I got out of my seat and knelt down next to her chair. I grabbed onto her small hand softly and said, "Wendy, will you fly away with me to Neverland and never leave my side?"

This Neverland I had thought up, was the moments when we were together. It was such a beautiful feeling being with her that I wanted it to have its own special name. That name, that I had gotten from the magical land in "Peter Pan", was going to be our together time for the rest of our lives.

Wendy jumped to the ground and hugged me as tight as she could, "Yes Peter! I accept!" Everyone stared at us laughing, and talking amongst themselves. We ignored them knowing we were away from our cruel reality, far away in our very own Neverland.

Though this "Neverland" could never be a complete escape to another world, we were content with what it was. We knew when we were together we could be ourselves, no secrets, no beating around the bush, no lies.

We stared into each others eyes and held each others hands when Wendy suddenly lifted her pinky to my face, "Peter, pinky promise me you'll never abandon me." I laughed and gently pushed her hand away hooking my pinky with hers. I placed my lips on hers softly. I lovingly kissed her delicate lips, and whispered in her ear, "Wendy, my lips are now promised only to you. I will never leave your side..."

I kissed her hand and promised her our Neverland we would make together; our little escape from the world and its painful reality.