My short stories

Story 16

I hugged him closer, smiling myself. "Oh, Peter." I pull away but keep my arms around his neck "I think Im in love with you too!" 

His smile widened. His smile faded, making mine do the same, as he looked at my chin. "Don't ... Don't move, okay?"

"O-okay..." I say, knowing what he had in mind.

He paused, then continued leaning his head towards mine. I closed my eyes and our lips touched. I grab a fistful of the back of his shirt. His tightens his hold on me, pulling me closer to him. I take my lips off his just to put them back. I pull away again. I let go of his shirt and feel the hair on the back of his head. He goes in to kiss me again, making me accidentally pull his hair. He lets out a quiet moan. I smile, "Did you like that?" I tug at his hair against. He kisses me still smiling. I giggle a little, causing him to turn his head the other way. I had no idea he had feels this way about me; the same way I feel about him. 

"S-... Should we lay down?" I ask, as he slides his hand down my arm then back up again. 

"Sure, c'mon," I stand up. He doesn't hesitate to intertwine our fingers. I make my way over to our sleeping bags with him trailing close behind. 

I sat down, he kneeled next to me, he laughed, "lay down, Wendy,"

I smile as I did so. He puts his hands next to my neck, and had straddled me. I lean up on my elbows. He dips his head closer. Helping, I put my hand on his neck, guiding him. He starts kissing my neck when I start talking, 

"Peter?"

"Hmm?" He says softly,

"Do you think we will really be able to escape?"

He looked at me, "yes."

I frowned "I don't think so...I think we're going to die"

"Don't say that. We'll make it out of here," he put his hand on mine that was resting on his neck still. "Wendy?"

"Yes, Peter?"

"Will you not grow up with me?" 

I didn't know what he meant by this. "Of course, how do I not grow up?" 

He shrugged, "we just don't..." 

Feelings were exploding through me. I pulled him closer, quickly. He raised his eye brows in surprise but  participated in the passionate kiss. 

"F-father?" A boy said, causing Peter to pull away instantly. I sat up as he sat back on his shins.  "M-mother? What's ... What's going on?"

Peter looked at me, I stared at him with wide eyes.

Peter answered his question by avoiding it and asking the boy a question. "Why aren't you in bed?" 

"I heard something in the bushes and got scared..."

Peter glanced at me, "it's gone, go on back to your bed..." 

The boy hesitated, but left us alone again.

"We should get some sleep..."

"Oh.. Of course.. Right. Uhm, well..." He stands to go to his sleeping bag. "Wait, Peter, will ... You sleep with me?" 

He smiled, "alright..." I moved over and he laid next to me. I put my arms around his neck, after pulling up the blanket. He put his arm around my hip, sliding me closer until we're smashed together. 

"Goodnight, Wendy." 

"Goodnight, Peter." He kissed the top of my head. 

 

In the middle of the night we were interrupted from our sleep. The boys woke us up, pushing and panicking. Peter seemed alert and ready. 

"What-"

"They're coming!!!" 

Just then, Commander Hook broke through the trees with a evil grin woven onto his features. I screamed. Peter grabbed my hand and yanked me up. He pulled me across the clearing and back into the woods. The twins took each others hands, and one grabbed mine .

"Mother, I'm scared..." They say. 

Fear was written on everyone's faces. Peter ran, dodging tree limbs, high roots, and rocks, leading everyone to safety. We came to another clearing. On the other side more soldiers appeared, guns in hand. 

I screamed again.

Commander Hook was now directly behind us. 

"Fire at will boys, we have some illegal kids." He scrunched his nose, "but leave the red head to me..." Peter narrowed his eyes and took a step back. Hook pulled out a pistol. 

"I'd ask if you had any last words..." The soldiers lined up behind Hook. "But I really hate you," he pulled the trigger. Peter exhaled loudly. He took in short breaths. 

"Wendy..."

Blood blossomed through his shirt, staining the green fabric. He stumbled backwards.

"Have at it, boys.." Hook backs up to behind the line. The soldier load their guns. 

"Am I dead?" Peter asks,

I feel tears fill my eyes. "Oh, no, Peter... You're very much alive..."

The soldiers aimed. 

"Fire." Hook laughed.

The sounds of so many guns was deafening. My ears were ringing. I felt a sharp, agonizing pain in my shoulder. I had a similar feeling in my stomach. 

Peter falls forward and I backwards. 

Overall, Peter got what he wanted. 

"At least I didn't grow up, Wendy." His grip on my hand lessened to nothing.

I smiled, "I never wanted to grow up either," I admit. I close my eyes as the soldiers picked Peter up, he looks at me. I see him use all his energy to say "i loved you" Our hands break apart and as my hand hits the ground alone I smile, completely content with my death.