"No," he said to me, grabbing my hand again. "Wendy we have to leave now!" He pulled me away from my puppy. I open my mouth and protested but he didn't hear me due to the bomb planes over head. "Hurry!" He takes me across the street. There we hid being crates for a jeep full of soldiers to go by.
"I wish we weren't illegal." I tell him, once we stand and run down the street.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," he pulls me behind a parked car.
"What reasoning do you have for that?" I asked, slightly irritated with his answer.
We followed the street lights. Now it was mostly clear we'd his every so often though.
"Because... If we weren't illegal, I would have never met you," he smiles back at me, as we walk into the forest. I smile back.
"Oh... Well. I wish we weren't illegal and we still knew each other."
He laughed, "the best of both worlds."
I laughed with him.
We arrived at the camp now. The other boys ran up to us.
"What happened?"
"Where's the food?"
"Where's the dog?"
And other questions were thrown at us.
"Shhhh!!!" Peter puts a finger to his lips. "Just because we're in the forest doesn't mean we're inaudible," he stomps to the log next to the fire.
They boys looked at me for further explanation. "Inaudible means that you can't hear them... Basically he's saying to stay quiet, boys." I finish with a nod.
"Oh..." They say.
"Where's the food, Wendy?" The chubbiest boy asked.
I have an apologetic look on my face, "the shop was closed,"
"What about the puppy; you said if we get a puppy we can train her to save us?" The two identical twins responded.
"She was already dead..." I said quietly.
"It's not like it matters," the quietest boy spoke up, "we're all going to die anyways."
I shook my head, "No, we're going to escape." I smile reassuringly. "I promise... It's late. Why don't you boys go to bed... Father and I are going to talk."
I wasn't their real mother and he wasn't the actual Father but I was the only girl, at age fifteen, and Peter was the oldest boy, at age sixteen, and the leader of the group. The Boys agreed and went to their little tents we made out of big leaves and sticks.
I sat next to him on the log, resting my hand on his knee.
"Peter..." I look at him. "What's upset you, dear?"
He didn't say anything. He grabbed my hand and held it in both of his. He sighed. I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"What are we going to do?"
Peter took my hand and put it by his neck, he grabbed my other and did the same. I grab my hands behind his neck. He puts his hands on my waist and pushes me. I stand and sit on his lap.
"Wendy..." He says quietly, resting his head against mine.
"Yes?"
"I think I'm in love with you,"
My stomach filled with butterflies. "R-really?"
He nods, allowing a small smile to works it's way onto his face, "Yeah,"
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.