《Im Not Wendy (Peter Pan Fanfiction)》Im Not Wendy- Chapter 18
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*Peter's POV*
It was another winter night. The air was cool outside, and the sky was already darkened.
Tinkerbell, the boys and I were frantically searching for Julie, as we couldn't find her anywhere. She had just dissapeared.
And she had kind of being acting strange. She refused to eat, claiming that she had already eaten before, she wasn't as cheery as before and she would get nightmares almost every night, and she would cuddle into me claiming she was freezing, when the air temperature was nice.
Tinkerbell was the most worried of all. She managed to do some research, and said Julie could have what it's called an eating disorder.
'JULIE!!! JULIE WHERE ARE YOU!'- I screamed, borderline crying in the middle of the forest. The thought of Julie being in Hook's command was my biggest fear. I could hear the boys' voices screaming her name, and fairy dust was floating in the air throughout the island as all the fairies were helping us.
Suddenly, I stopped still in my tracks, and, I don't know how, I knew where she was.
'TINK!'- I called out loud and, in a matter of seconds, she was by my side.
'I know where Julie is. Follow me!'- I said, as I took off running to the hideout. I picked up a blanket and began to fly.
We stopped in front of Tink's house, which was Wendy's before.
'My house?'- She asked. I bursted the door open and looked for her.
Suddenly, I heard crying and sniffling.
I found Julie against the corner, sitting in front of a mirror, crying. I asked Tinkerbell to leave and she left. I walked slowly towards her. When she lifted her head, I could see her face was very skinny and her bones showed a little. Her once beautiful brown hair fell behind her ears ungracefully.
'Peter, stay away.'- She said, moving backwards. I continued to walk towards her.
'I SAID STAY AWAY!'- She screamed, trying to stand up, but her legs gave in and she fell to the ground with a loud thud. I ran towards her this time and she had no other choice than to give in.
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'Peter, don't lift me. I may break you with my weight'- She whispered. I lifted her up and noticed she was light as a feather. I tried to pull her waist towards me, but all I could feel was her bones. Still scared myself, I placed her on Tinkerbell's bed, where she sat up with her back against the headboard. She started shivering, and I wrapped the blanket around her frail body.
'You stopped eating'- I said.
'I can't help it. I see myself in the mirror and all I see is fat, Peter'- She sniffled.- 'I feel like I weight a lot. I don't understand how you love someone as messed up as me'- She said. I lifted her chin up so she looked at me.
'I love you for who you are, for the way you are ever since I met you. You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me. I don't get why you don't love yourself as much as I do. But, you know what? Right now, I am going to take you to Pixie Hollow to cure you, and I will take care of you as you took care of me when I got attacked by Hook. Hook is my biggest enemy. And anorexia became yours. So, we defeated Hook, together. We are going to defeat anorexia together too. Because I love you more than anything in this entire world'
And after that, I leant in and placed a kiss on her lips.
----- (PG STUFF DO NOT READ IF 12 OR YOUNGER)
*Julie's POV*
Peter's kiss was such tender and sweet. I kissed back, feeling him smile against my lips.
Soon, the kiss became a little more heated. He pulled me on his lap and kissed me hard. I ran my hands through his hair and gave it a little tug, making him groan . He placed his hands on the small of my back, and I felt his tongue across my lower lip, asking for entrance, which I denied. I wondered when did he learn to kiss like that.
After a few more times I denied, he became more frustrated.
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'Open your freaking mouth god dammit'- He whispered, and I giggled at his frustration, and he took it as a chance to slip his tongue in. Out little kiss turned into a full on makeout session, and it didn't go much further , until we both had to pull apart for air.
'I love you very much, Julie'- He whispered out of air, his forehead touching mine as our faces were milimetres apart.
'I love you more'- I whispered back, kissing his jawline.
'I love you most'- He said, and kissed me again.
(PG ENDED)
A few hours later, I was in Pixie Hollow in a bed, with some tubes connected to my wrists. Tink was with me.
'So... May I wonder why are your and Peter's lips so swollen? And why does his hair look so messy?'- She asked with a smirk on her face. I turned full on red and my fingers went straight to my lips.
'They are?'- I asked innocently. I saw Tinkerbell's look and huffed.
'You saw it, didn't you?- I asked.
'Nah. I saw just a little bit. But then I left.'
'I wonder how Peter learned how to kiss like that. He is such a good kisser.'- I said absentmindedly touching my lips.
'I'll tell you'- Tink said. I looked at her wide- eyed.
'Did I say that out loud?'- I asked. She nodded.
'But, anyways, let me tell you.'- She said, sitting on top of my shoulder. I looked at her.
'After Peter left Wendy in her house years ago, he actually dreamt of that scene you had the other day. And it has been going on for years. He wished that sometime he could kiss Wendy like that. When he met you, he told me he still had that dream, but with you it seemed more real and clear. And then, the perfect moment arrived and... It happened.'- She said, smiling.-'Peter is good at kissing because he dreamt that over and over again. So, after having seen it a lot of times, he learned how to kiss like that'
'Wow'- I said.-'Believe me, having kissed no one like that before, I didn't think it would be as good and romantic as it was'- I said.
'Because Peter replayed it just like his dream was. That's why it turned out perfect.'- Tink explained. Suddenly, Peter's face was on the doorway.
'I better leave.'- Tink said. She kissed my forehead and left. Peter came in and closed the door behind him. He sat by me on the bed and took my hand.
'How are you doing?'- He asked running his thumb over my hand.
'Much better. Im not freezing now, and the fairies are giving me special magic medicine to gain a little weight.'- I smiled weakly.
'Good. Your lips are swollen, by the way.'- He chuckled. I smiled.
'Yours are too'- I said, touching his lips slightly. He looked at me while I touched his lips. I put my hand down.
'That kiss last night was awesome.'- He said softly. I blushed and looked down at our intertwined hands. He lifted my chin up.
'You're perfect'- He said.
'And you're the best boyfriend ever'- I said, the words slipping out of my mouth.
'Wait, what?'- He asked. My eyes went wide.
'I. Just, no, that's'- I was cut off by Peter's lips on mine for a few seconds.
'I am kidding. I know we're boyfriend and girlfriend even though none of both asked'- He whispered against my lips. I kissed him and another burst of butterflies went through my belly. I felt him tense up, but as soon as he felt my hands in his arms he relaxed. He cupped my face with his right hand and followed along. We pulled apart a few seconds after. We just looked at each other and laughed as I rested my head against his chest.
A fairy came in and handed me a big bottle of purple syrup, which was a medicine for me to begin gaining weight again along with food, and asked Peter to keep an eye on me. He nodded and we both left with Tinkerbell back to the hideout.
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