Hey! Just thought I'd make this wee story because I've been thinking about for a few days now! Anyway; enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan...darn!

Chapter One: Never ending fall.

Hi. My name's Wendy Angela Mora Darling. I'm seventeen years old but not for long. I'm going to be eighteen in exactly 13 hours time. When I become eighteen, I'll officially be an adult or to state to simply...a grown up.

That's just it though; I don't want to grow up. But what you do know; the slower you want something to happen, the faster it comes or vice-versa. I've been thinking about for the past two weeks as to why I don't want to grow up. I mean, in theory, I should be jumping for joy. I'm not boastful or anything but I'm considered by many to be very pretty...well actually gorgeous. I have a slender but curvy body, light brown hair that reaches to my shoulders and light blue eyes. I have the most awesome best friend in the whole world who is always there for me and a perfect boyfriend, who, apparently, may be proposing tonight!

All the same, there is this gnawing in the back of my head that is screaming 'What? How could you grow up? How could you betray-' and then it stops. It seems that my conscience is trying to tell me that something or someone doesn't want me to grow up. But who?

'Are you just going to stare at the mirror all day or are you actually going to help with the preparations for tonight?'

I blinked once or twice and turned around to see my best friend, Lucy, sauntering into my room like she owned the place. She threw herself on my bed and turned to face me, eyebrows raised.

'Hello to you too. And yeah sure, come on in, it's not like I might have been changing or anything and yes, I really wanted you to mess up my bed just when I made it. Thank you Lucy. Thank you so very much.' I said in mock anger. Lucy rolled her eyes and pushed herself of the bed and moved to an armchair sitting beside the window.

'I'm off, I'm off, ok?' She smiled at my sarcastically and I smiled just as sarcastically back. Oh friendship. I stood up and made my way over to the wardrobe and picked out a blue and green dress that went down to my knees. I pulled it close to my body and Lucy eyed me curiously. She then simply nodded to say that it was ok to wear in her presence. I went into the bathroom and came out 15 minutes later feeling clean and refreshed. Lucy faked yawned and I rolled my eyes at her.

'Took you long enough. I told you I would be round at 10! And there you were, sitting there, daydreaming about the possibility that Robert might propose tonight and how pretty you'll look in the dress that I picked and which obviously, looks awesome on you! The things I do for my friends...'

I blushed furiously because she automatically assumed that I was thinking about Robert's proposal. Well I was but not for ages! I had stranger things to think about. Things that one shouldn't think about hours before one's coming of age birthday party.

'I was not thinking about Robert. You know, if he doesn't propose, it'll be extremely embarrassing! Everyone has been talking about it and if he doesn't, I'll be a laughing stock!'

'Aw, come on Wendy, the man has been boasting for weeks that he's going to make you the new Mrs. Hatchway. I'm surprised he didn't ask you ages ago!' She smiled but suddenly changed her facial expression to one of worry and nervousness, which was a rare occurrence when it came to Lucy. 'Anyway, I wanted to talk to you... about this whole proposal thing.'

She came over and kneeling down beside me and I looked down at her in confusion, wondering where this was leading. She took a deep breath, like she was building up the nerve to say something she clearly did not feel comfortable saying.

'Look, Wendy, you're my best friend and I love you so much. I've known you for 9 years now, ever since I moved to London and I need to tell you how I feel about Robert proposing to you.'

I smiled warmly at her. 'Luc, just tell me. Your opinion means a lot to me. I'll take whatever you say very seriously.' Once again Lucy drew a breath.

'Ok, the thing is...I don't think you should marry Robert.'

I felt my jaw drop and she stood up as I gaped at her.

'Look, let me finish,' she pressed as she started to pace my room nervously; 'Robert is a lovely guy Wendy, really he is. He has become a good friend to me and I care about him but you can't marry him. And it's not just him. I don't want you to marry anyone! If you were marrying Prince Harry, I would still be saying the same thing then as I am now. It's just wrong! You can't do this! You promised him! You promised Wendy!'

My head snapped up at Lucy's words. I stood up and stared at her curiously.

'What do you mean? Promised who? What are you talking about?'

She looked at me in horror like I had just killed someone. She walked right up to me and gazed at me in disbelief.

'Are you actually kidding me Wendy?' She whispered still horrified for some reason, 'Are you actually saying to me, you don't remember your promise to...to Peter?'

I gasped, bringing my hand to my mouth. How...how could I have forgotten? I can't believe I...How did I forget...I can't even think his name and here, a full blown picture erupts into my mind and I gasp again in incredulity. The short red hair, the button nose, the cocky grin and the deep blue eyes.

'P-P-P-Peter?' I breathed out, daring to say his name. Lucy nodded slowly and I whimpered.

I grasped my head trying to shake the picture out of my mind, to try to stop the longing and the pain but his image overwhelmed me and moments later everything was black.

Hoped you liked it! Please review, want to see what you think, all reviews are appreciated even if they are bad! Chapter Two should be up shortly, I know exactly what I'm doing with this story! Thanks, LucyMoon1992.