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Peter Pan and his Obsession

"Just a little more...PERFECT!" The young boy (Peter Pan, duh) praised his work of art. It was the best thing he had ever made. Of course, everything Peter did was wonderful in his own sense and mind.

"Peter? You wished to see me?" He quickly pulled Wendy over to see what he had made.

"Well? What do you think?" Wendy blinked and stared; struggling to form words.

"I-it's very...interesting, Peter," she said. "What is it, exaclty?"

"I don't know," came his truthful reply. "But I like it!"

"Peter, aren't you going to come for dinner?" Peter shook his head. He wanted to remain where he was. Wendy simply nodded and left. Peter sighed. Oh, how artistic he was! Oh, how clever he was! Oh, how...hungry he was! The Pan had been sitting there for nearly five days now and he was beginning to grow tired from never sleeping.

"I'm worried about Peter."

"But what can we do, Wendy-Mother?" Wendy shook her head.

"I'm not sure. But I do know that if we don't help him soon, Peter will only continue to grow weak."

"Peter is being slightly pig-headed," remarked Slightly. Wendy agreed.

"You are so perfect by me!" (author: I'll give you one guess who's singing...-_-')

"Oh, Wendy, isn't it just perfect?" Wendy sighed in frustration. This wasn't going as well as she had hoped.

"Yes, Peter," she said. "But as I said before, the Lost Boys and I are worried about you."

"Aw, I can take care of myself."

"Yes, we know, Peter. But, wouldn't it be nice to leave this spot? You've been sitting here for eight days!" Peter heard the distress in his secret crush's voice. Secret because admitting to it would mean he was growing up and that would be bad. But glancing at her face, he knew he had to thimble her. [translation: for those of you who haven't read the original, thimble=kiss]

Wendy's eyes widened as his lips met hers. Then, closing her eyes, she succumbed to the kiss, er, thimble.

The Lost Boys groweled in even more frustration. Now Wendy was probably going to just sit there for days on end as well! And what was Peter staring at anyway?!

BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT, HERE'S THE ENDING OF THIS FLUFF THAT NEVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN STARTED IN THE FIRST PLACE. *yawn*

The artwork that had earned so much admiration from its creator now sat in the corner collecting dust. On it, was a blob of black paint mixed with brown mud in a very interesting fashion that caused one great curiousity as to what it was.