Neverland Kiss

They landed softly on her balcony, the pixie dust was wearing off just in time. Wendy walked into her room, Peter in toe behind her.

Peter looked sad, more then sad, depressed. His child like eyes shone with a small glint of hope.

"Peter," Wendy said softly, "You know I can't go back with you. I have to stay here. I have to grow up, and my brothers need me."

Peter pouted, but understood. "I know." He said sounding more grown up then he should for a twelve year old boy.

Wendy leaned in gently, but Peter stopped her. "No," he said, his eyes shining again, "don't kiss inside where people can see." He lead her out back to the balcony, looked at the sky, and back at her, smiling. "Kiss outside where the stars can see."

With that Peter gently pressed his lips to hers and for a moment, there was no London, no Neverland, just a world of their own. Two twelve year old children, acting way to grown up, for their own good.

Peter pulled away, and so did Wendy, a soft blush on her face. Peter smiled brightly and flew into the sky letting out a loud crow, causing Wendy to smile. "Goodbye Peter."

"Goodbye Wendy."

She watched as he flew away back to his land of youth. "I'll always believe in you Peter Pan!" She called out to him. And then softly to herself she whispered, "I'll always love you."