Peter Pan Complex [9/?]
Title: Peter Pan Complex [9/?]
Author:
too_old_to_cry
Rating:PG
Summary: Run, run away, run as fast as you can. Run from your fears, run from your doubts, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run until I find you and save you.
When tragedy strikes Patrick runs, Peter Pan just happens to be the one to find him.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t know, DON’T SUE. Based a tad on Disney's Peter Pan.
Authors Note: Because it's 17, 18, 19 routine. And here at23 16 I'm the same old me. P33t [biting_remarks] tends to ease the headaches she seems to cause. :]
Short Prologue
In The Trees
Why Where You Running, The Eternal Question.
Neverland with Peter Pan?.
Bad Dreams And Five-Year-Olds
The things you find on a morning walk.
The three F's; Friends, Food, and…and [unconventional] Family.
Pool parties with Mermaids, Indians, and Lost boys.
"Problems".
Chapter 9:The Road Home Is Paved With Good Intentions Hidden Under Bad Memories.
We drove down the long empty street for what felt like hours before we hit the tiny little town. It was fenced off and there was a small entrance guarded by two tall stone pillars. The sign stretching form pillar to pillar read
Wilmette Hollow,
Building Happy Families Since 1899
"Every little girl in Chicago dreams of living here." He said, knuckles turning white from his grip on the wheel. "Those little girls grow up, marry fine young gentlemen, have 2.5 children, send them off to collage, and grow old together. Here there is no such thing as divorce or adultery, and everyone here is so in love with his or her spouse and could make you sick to your stomach...You ready?"
"For what?" I asked, this whole evening was going to give me a massive headache tomorrow.
"Are you ready to see the disgustingly sweet of a place I come from?" He said, locking his eyes on me.
"Go for it." I said as he slowly moved the care forward.
We drove for a little while; past big white houses with perfectly trimmed lawns, past general stores locally owned, past a clinic, past tiny restaurants, and then we parked right outside a tiny park. It was at least 1 am by now so every one would be a sleep by now.
He took my hand an escorted me to a small bench near a set of swings and a sandbox. There were slides off in the distance and treads with leaves of beautiful summer colors. It was like a scene out of an old move, then again the whole town seemed that way. It all seemed too…perfect.
"Imagine the park full of kids, running around and having fun." Pete said, releasing my hand. I could feel the coolness of the evening air settle around our warm bodies, the cool metal of the bench seeping through my jeans. "Their mothers watching on happily from this very bench while there husbands are at work. They're talking about who had learned to talk or walk and what collages their little baby's are going to be attending."
He stopped talking and began to look around, searching for something in the emptiness. He got up and walked around the bench, leaving me sitting there. He walked over to the sandbox; hands shoved in his hoodie pockets and sat down on the wooden edge.
"What happens in a perfect town when a three-year-old goes missing, Patrick?" He asked me when I finally sat down next to him.
"Everyone looks for him," I said, before confusing myself. "Or he could become a hero for runaways. Okay you confused me, what happens?"
"I'll show you." He got up and took my hand again, our fingers lacing.
We walked along for a few minutes along a small paved bike path that led to another road, which was lined with the same big white houses. We reached one with a tire swing hanging from a big tree in the front and we started up the driveway and around to the back. The yard was filled with toys and play sets and a homemade doghouse.
Pete retrieved a ladder from the side of the garage and propped it up against the house carefully so as to not make a sound. We climbed up it slowly and onto the second floor balcony. He crouched down and pointed into one of the windows.
"That is what happens." He said as I looked in seeing a sleeping boy. "He was born about a year after I went missing. His name is Peter and they have another son named Andy. There is not a picture of me left in the house; I'm not a part of them anymore. After I went missing they stopped caring. They restarted there family and just forgot about the old one."
I feared to actually think about how he obtained access to the home and knowledge of the new Wentz family. I reached out and touched his thigh. "Why don’t we go now?"
"Yea, this place is making me sick." He said begging to climb down the ladder. "Let's go home."
We walked back to the park in silence and Pete led me over to the swings. I sat there and watched him, swing back and forth, the wind blowing his hair back. The sound of the old swing creaking was the only thing occupying the airwaves.
"So how did you end up with Matt?" I finally asked. "You only said that you said you left this family a long time ago."
"Well I don’t remember much, seeing as I was only three, but I remember wandering off." He answered without looking up from the sand under his feet. "I ended up somewhere in the woods near the Beckette estate. It was a lot bigger then, Bill's house was built when the original one had to be taken down, his family moved in after Bill's grandpa died; anyways that's a totally different story. But somehow I found little five-year-old Matt Sanders."
He got up off the swing and walked over to the sandbox, kicking at the sand as he walked. He scratched at the back of his head casually before pulling his hood up around his ears. I fallowed him slowly, shoving my hands into my pockets.
When I got closer I noticed that he was looking at the moon strangely, almost as if he was hypnotized by its luminescent glow. I have to say, it was rather sidetracking tonight. The starts seemed to blanket the sky more here in the park then they had on the road and in the town. I seemed to notice the stars more and more since we had begun living with Pete.
"Second star to the right and straight on 'till morning." He mumbled, wrapping an arm around me. He slowly turned around and pulled me in with his other arm, our bodies tight against each other so that I had to rest my chin on his chest to look at him. "You're perfect, 'Trick. You know that right?
"No." I said shyly, my cheeks heating up as he said the words. "I'm not perfect, not at all."
"Don’t put down your self like that, kid." He looked down at he, kissing my forehead. "I care about you a lot, I already told you that. And in my book, you are the most perfect thing on this earth."
And in his eyes I saw that he meant every word he said. The way he looked down at me made me feel like there was someone in the world that actually wanted me to be there, something my parents rarely voiced.
"When I look at you I feel like I have the world. It's weird because I haven’t even known you for a month" He whispered in my ear. "I think I love you Patrick, and it's crazy and completely irrational, but I think I love you. I think I'm in love with the most perfect thing god has put on this earth."
I pulled away a bit so I could get a better look at his face. His dark eyes looked down at me, his lips pursed, almost pulling me in. I moved close to him, chests touching, and pressed my lips against his before pulling away quickly.
"Until a month ago, I hadn't even considered wanting to do that." I said, digging at the sand with the toe of my shoe. "You mean the world to me Peter Pan."
Pete kissed me on the top of the head before walking back to the swings; he had a way of ruining moments when he was uncomfortable.
"When I was about ten Matt decided it would be fun to build a giant tree house in the clearing a few miles from his house." He said, lifting himself into the swing. "So we worked and worked and built the house that I live in. Then, the week after I turned eleven, Ryan was born, Ryan's Matt's little brother if you didn't guess that already. Matt and Ryan's mom had this thing called postpartum depression and she committed suicide when Ryan was almost a year old."
He looked at me as I pulled myself onto the swing. I waited patently for him to continue.
"Matt's dad was long out of the picture, by the way." He said waving his hand around in the air. "Anyways so Matt, Ry, and me took off and start living in the tree house. Then one thing led to another and we found Nicole, started building more tree houses, found Billy and then found a bunch of other kids. Most of original Lost Boy have moved out now, they were older then Matt and I."
He kicked his legs around, throwing some wet sand into the air. The sky was dark and a few elegant lampposts lighted the park.
"I know Bert told you about Matt and me." He said, looking over at me with a smile. "We were nice while we lasted, but we're better the way we are."
After he stopped talking a quit humming broke the silence of the night air. Pete jumped up and wiggled around before retrieving a small cell phone from his tight pants pocket, something I had never noticed him having before.
"Hello?" He said after staring at the screen for a moment. He paused, listening to what the person on the other end had to say. "Do you know what happened? …Okay we'll be back as soon as we can."
He hung up then phone and looked at me a little worried. He motioned for me to fallow and turned quickly in the direction of the car.
"That was Will." He called to me as I jogged slightly to catch up to him. "Something happened. We need to get home as soon as possible."
I thought after loosing my parents the heavens would be giving me a break for a while, but I was gravely mistaken.
Author:
too_old_to_cryRating:PG
Summary: Run, run away, run as fast as you can. Run from your fears, run from your doubts, runaway, run as fast as you can. Run until I find you and save you.
When tragedy strikes Patrick runs, Peter Pan just happens to be the one to find him.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t know, DON’T SUE. Based a tad on Disney's Peter Pan.
Authors Note: Because it's 17, 18, 19 routine. And here at
biting_remarks] tends to ease the headaches she seems to cause. :]Short Prologue
In The Trees
Why Where You Running, The Eternal Question.
Neverland with Peter Pan?.
Bad Dreams And Five-Year-Olds
The things you find on a morning walk.
The three F's; Friends, Food, and…and [unconventional] Family.
Pool parties with Mermaids, Indians, and Lost boys.
"Problems".
We drove down the long empty street for what felt like hours before we hit the tiny little town. It was fenced off and there was a small entrance guarded by two tall stone pillars. The sign stretching form pillar to pillar read
Building Happy Families Since 1899
"Every little girl in Chicago dreams of living here." He said, knuckles turning white from his grip on the wheel. "Those little girls grow up, marry fine young gentlemen, have 2.5 children, send them off to collage, and grow old together. Here there is no such thing as divorce or adultery, and everyone here is so in love with his or her spouse and could make you sick to your stomach...You ready?"
"For what?" I asked, this whole evening was going to give me a massive headache tomorrow.
"Are you ready to see the disgustingly sweet of a place I come from?" He said, locking his eyes on me.
"Go for it." I said as he slowly moved the care forward.
We drove for a little while; past big white houses with perfectly trimmed lawns, past general stores locally owned, past a clinic, past tiny restaurants, and then we parked right outside a tiny park. It was at least 1 am by now so every one would be a sleep by now.
He took my hand an escorted me to a small bench near a set of swings and a sandbox. There were slides off in the distance and treads with leaves of beautiful summer colors. It was like a scene out of an old move, then again the whole town seemed that way. It all seemed too…perfect.
"Imagine the park full of kids, running around and having fun." Pete said, releasing my hand. I could feel the coolness of the evening air settle around our warm bodies, the cool metal of the bench seeping through my jeans. "Their mothers watching on happily from this very bench while there husbands are at work. They're talking about who had learned to talk or walk and what collages their little baby's are going to be attending."
He stopped talking and began to look around, searching for something in the emptiness. He got up and walked around the bench, leaving me sitting there. He walked over to the sandbox; hands shoved in his hoodie pockets and sat down on the wooden edge.
"What happens in a perfect town when a three-year-old goes missing, Patrick?" He asked me when I finally sat down next to him.
"Everyone looks for him," I said, before confusing myself. "Or he could become a hero for runaways. Okay you confused me, what happens?"
"I'll show you." He got up and took my hand again, our fingers lacing.
We walked along for a few minutes along a small paved bike path that led to another road, which was lined with the same big white houses. We reached one with a tire swing hanging from a big tree in the front and we started up the driveway and around to the back. The yard was filled with toys and play sets and a homemade doghouse.
Pete retrieved a ladder from the side of the garage and propped it up against the house carefully so as to not make a sound. We climbed up it slowly and onto the second floor balcony. He crouched down and pointed into one of the windows.
"That is what happens." He said as I looked in seeing a sleeping boy. "He was born about a year after I went missing. His name is Peter and they have another son named Andy. There is not a picture of me left in the house; I'm not a part of them anymore. After I went missing they stopped caring. They restarted there family and just forgot about the old one."
I feared to actually think about how he obtained access to the home and knowledge of the new Wentz family. I reached out and touched his thigh. "Why don’t we go now?"
"Yea, this place is making me sick." He said begging to climb down the ladder. "Let's go home."
We walked back to the park in silence and Pete led me over to the swings. I sat there and watched him, swing back and forth, the wind blowing his hair back. The sound of the old swing creaking was the only thing occupying the airwaves.
"So how did you end up with Matt?" I finally asked. "You only said that you said you left this family a long time ago."
"Well I don’t remember much, seeing as I was only three, but I remember wandering off." He answered without looking up from the sand under his feet. "I ended up somewhere in the woods near the Beckette estate. It was a lot bigger then, Bill's house was built when the original one had to be taken down, his family moved in after Bill's grandpa died; anyways that's a totally different story. But somehow I found little five-year-old Matt Sanders."
He got up off the swing and walked over to the sandbox, kicking at the sand as he walked. He scratched at the back of his head casually before pulling his hood up around his ears. I fallowed him slowly, shoving my hands into my pockets.
When I got closer I noticed that he was looking at the moon strangely, almost as if he was hypnotized by its luminescent glow. I have to say, it was rather sidetracking tonight. The starts seemed to blanket the sky more here in the park then they had on the road and in the town. I seemed to notice the stars more and more since we had begun living with Pete.
"Second star to the right and straight on 'till morning." He mumbled, wrapping an arm around me. He slowly turned around and pulled me in with his other arm, our bodies tight against each other so that I had to rest my chin on his chest to look at him. "You're perfect, 'Trick. You know that right?
"No." I said shyly, my cheeks heating up as he said the words. "I'm not perfect, not at all."
"Don’t put down your self like that, kid." He looked down at he, kissing my forehead. "I care about you a lot, I already told you that. And in my book, you are the most perfect thing on this earth."
And in his eyes I saw that he meant every word he said. The way he looked down at me made me feel like there was someone in the world that actually wanted me to be there, something my parents rarely voiced.
"When I look at you I feel like I have the world. It's weird because I haven’t even known you for a month" He whispered in my ear. "I think I love you Patrick, and it's crazy and completely irrational, but I think I love you. I think I'm in love with the most perfect thing god has put on this earth."
I pulled away a bit so I could get a better look at his face. His dark eyes looked down at me, his lips pursed, almost pulling me in. I moved close to him, chests touching, and pressed my lips against his before pulling away quickly.
"Until a month ago, I hadn't even considered wanting to do that." I said, digging at the sand with the toe of my shoe. "You mean the world to me Peter Pan."
Pete kissed me on the top of the head before walking back to the swings; he had a way of ruining moments when he was uncomfortable.
"When I was about ten Matt decided it would be fun to build a giant tree house in the clearing a few miles from his house." He said, lifting himself into the swing. "So we worked and worked and built the house that I live in. Then, the week after I turned eleven, Ryan was born, Ryan's Matt's little brother if you didn't guess that already. Matt and Ryan's mom had this thing called postpartum depression and she committed suicide when Ryan was almost a year old."
He looked at me as I pulled myself onto the swing. I waited patently for him to continue.
"Matt's dad was long out of the picture, by the way." He said waving his hand around in the air. "Anyways so Matt, Ry, and me took off and start living in the tree house. Then one thing led to another and we found Nicole, started building more tree houses, found Billy and then found a bunch of other kids. Most of original Lost Boy have moved out now, they were older then Matt and I."
He kicked his legs around, throwing some wet sand into the air. The sky was dark and a few elegant lampposts lighted the park.
"I know Bert told you about Matt and me." He said, looking over at me with a smile. "We were nice while we lasted, but we're better the way we are."
After he stopped talking a quit humming broke the silence of the night air. Pete jumped up and wiggled around before retrieving a small cell phone from his tight pants pocket, something I had never noticed him having before.
"Hello?" He said after staring at the screen for a moment. He paused, listening to what the person on the other end had to say. "Do you know what happened? …Okay we'll be back as soon as we can."
He hung up then phone and looked at me a little worried. He motioned for me to fallow and turned quickly in the direction of the car.
"That was Will." He called to me as I jogged slightly to catch up to him. "Something happened. We need to get home as soon as possible."
I thought after loosing my parents the heavens would be giving me a break for a while, but I was gravely mistaken.