Wendy stood in front of the mirror and scrutinized her outfit. She was wearing denim shorts and a long salmon coloured button up shirt.

Is this girly enough? She smoothed down the front of her shirt and checked herself out in the mirror.

At that moment the door opened and Tink walked in. She met Wendy's eyes in the mirror and looked her up and down. "What in the world are you wearing!"

Wendy blushed with embarrassment and looked down at her outfit, "I-I don't know.....I just.....uh."

Tink sighed and rolled her eyes, "You need major fashion help. Seriously." She paused and put a thoughtful look on her face. "I think I might have something for your...." she eyed Wendy up and down, "....issue."

Wendy let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, "Thanks Tink, you don't realize how much this mea-"

Tink held up her hand, "Yeah, yeah, I know. You're thankful and all that jazz. Just stay here while I go look for some stuff."

Wendy kept her mouth shut and nodded as Tink walked out the door. Once she was gone, Wendy let out a sigh and flopped onto the bed.

I guess she's warming up to me?

Wendy was very aware that Tink had some sort of hatred towards her. It had something to do with Peter and the Lost Boys...

Wendy rolled her eyes at herself, Well it's obvious! Tink loves Peter! Wendy groaned and rolled onto her back, What if they had a thing and I broke it up!

At that moment, Tink decided to grace Wendy with her presence. "Get off your lazy butt and put this on!" Wendy sat up on the bed and looked at the outfit Tink was holding in both hands. The outfit consisted of black leggings, ripped black skinny jeans, and a hot pink strapless shirt with cut outs on the sides.

Wendy's eyes widened, "I-I don't think.....well....it's nice." Tink shot her an annoyed look, "It better be nice. Well, not too nice. I don't want to be giving you all my nice stuff." Wendy took the clothes from Tink and laid them out on the bed. "Gee, thanks."

"Was that sarcasm?"

Wendy panicked, Was I too rude? "Well.....I.....no?" Tink said nothing and walked out of the room, leaving Wendy alone.

She quickly changed into the leggings first and slipped the black, ripped jeans over them. She then held up the pink top and eyes the cut outs. How the poop am I supposed to wear this? It's strapless! Does that mean bra? Or no bra? Screw it, I'm wearing the stinking bra.

Wendy slipped off her shirt, and with some difficulty, squeezed her way into the top. Her sides were cold where her sides were exposed and goosebumps rose on her bare shoulders.

She turned to look at herself in the full body mirror. Holy crap, she thought, I look like a girl. After glancing over herself for a few seconds she slipped on her bright purple sneakers and walked out the door.

Peter and Tink, along with few of the Lost Boys were waiting for her. When he heard her come in, Peter looked up and his jaw dropped.

Wendy suddenly felt very subconscious about her outfit and crossed her arms over her chest with a nervous blush.

Why is everyone staring at me? Oh god...is my fly undone?

She figured it would be more embarrassing to check she crossed her fingers and prayed to god that her assumption was wrong.

"Wow. Wendy...you look great!" Wendy couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle at Peters praise. He gave her an amused smile and walked towards her, "Darling," he whispered, "You just need to tweak some things."

"W-what?"

He smirked and shamelessly looked her up and down. "Your bra straps are showing. Let me help." Before Peter could even begin to assist Wendy in the removal of her bra straps, Tink plowed through them and swatted his hands away.

"I'm not even going to ask how you know how to unclip bras! But this is a girls job and I'm doing it!" Peter didn't argue and stepped out of the way.

Wendy could now clearly see what he looked like. His hair was ruffled like he just woke up and his feather was peaking out from behind his ear. He was wearing an aviator jacket over a tight fitting white shirt and some dark jeans. He was looking thoughtful with his hands in his pockets. "Hold on," he muttered, "Let me go get something."

Peter left just as Tink managed to unclip both straps from her shoulders, leaving them completely bare. "Thanks," Wendy said and watched as Tink tossed the straps carelessly over her shoulder. "Wait!" Wendy protested, "I'm gonna need those later!" Tink ignored and took a seat on the couch.

Peter walked back into the room with a pair of black boots in one hand. "Hey Wendy?" He jerked his chin towards her, gesturing to come to him, "C'mere, I wanna try something."

She nodded and walked over to him. "Sit down," Wendy did as she was told and took a seat in the old armchair. Peter kneeled in front of her and began to untie the laces of her purple sneakers. Wendy shivered and Peters cool fingers brushed the skin of her ankle as he slipped her shoe off.

"P-Peter? What are you doing?" Wendy asked. Peter said nothing and proceeded to remove her other shoe. He then took the black, unlaced boots and slipped them carefully onto her feet. Peter laced them up her leg tightly and used her hand to pulled her up so she was standing again.

He cocked his head to the side and placed his hand on his chin, "Hmm. It's still missing something. Wait...I know." Peter slipped his aviator jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders. Wendy was immediately wrapped in Peters scent and the warmth of his jacket.

Wow it smells good!

Wendy noticed a red faced Tink standing behind Peter shooting Wendy deadly glares. "You look nice in my clothes," Peter teased as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Wendy blushed and buried her face into his shoulder. "Stop it, you're embarrassing me," she muttered, she could feel the vibrations of laughter run through Peter's body. "What? I don't have the right to tease my favorite girl?"

He called me his favorite girl.

She inwardly giggled as she was led out of the warehouse. Was Peter seriously flirting with her? She pushed the thought to the back of her mind as they walked up to the black motor bike. Peter handed her his helmet, "You need a helmet Peter. You're gonna die by your eighteenth birthday if you keep this up."

Peter just grinned at her. "What?" She asked, slipping on his helmet. "Nothing," he shrugged, "You're really hot when you're worried about me." Wendy blushed for the umpteenth and was thankful for the helmet covering most of her face.

Peter slipped onto the motorbike and kicked the engine to life. Wendy hesitantly slipped behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She suddenly realized that their bodies were touching from chest to legs.

She clutched to him tighter as they sped off onto the road. They drove through and around old and abandoned warehouses until they came across a dirt path. The road caused Wendy to slightly bump up and down in her seat. They were surrounded by trees as they sped along, a cloud of dust flowing out behind them.

Soon enough, they slowed as Wendy, Peter, Tink, and The Lost Boys emerged into a small grassy clearing. Everyone slid off their motorbikes and took their heads out of their helmets.

"Were are we?" Wendy asked as she began following Peter down an overgrown trail. "We are going to go visit some of my...acquaintances."

"Oh," was all Wendy could say as she ducked under oak tree branches and avoided protruding roots. "Who are your friends exactly?" Peter held back a branch for Wendy, "Well," Peter took Wendy's hand as he led her through the trail. "They are mermaids. Don't freak out! They aren't that dangerous but sometimes they can be-"

"Judgmental, snooty, bratty, spoiled, jealous female dogs," Tink butted in from behind them, from her tone of voice, Wendy could tell she was very much annoyed. Just then, Wendy began her internal panic attack.

Peter said they were slightly dangerous. Tink said that they were your basic stuck up girls. What if they begin to judge me? What if they try to drown me? What if...

Wendy shook her head, she knew that if anyone made a negative remark about her appearance she would burst into tears. Wendy felt Peter's fingers shift as he wove her fingers with his. She slightly relaxed, Peters touch was like a soothing balm and calmed her nerves almost immediately.

They hiked for a little while longer until they came across a shimmering cove. Wendy's mouth opened in awe as she took in the scene before her. Tall, light grey boulders hugged the cove from all sides and water trickled from several cracks in the rock falling into a crystal clear pool. From where Wendy was standing, she could see all the way to the bottom where smooth stones and sands of all colors lay.

But what captured Wendy's attention the most were the occupants of the glittering cove. With tales that shone brightly in the bright sun in multi colored rainbows with pure alabaster skin and hair as dark as night. Some giggled and splashed at each other, while others combed their long flawless hair.

As soon as they spotted them approaching they paused and smiled. "Oh my goodness! It's Peter! Look everybody! Look who came to visit!" Peter gave them a sheepish smile and squeezed Wendy's hand. "Don't worry," he whispered and draped an arm around her shoulders and began to lead her to the cove.

"And who is this?" One of them asked, her hair was decorated with a crown of seashells and seaglass. Peter moved Wendy forward gently, "This is my....uh......friend Wendy." Wendy gave a small little wave and smiled nervously, "Hi, pleasure to meet you." The mermaid gave her a look and turned her attention back to Peter, "Come one Peter! Don't stand there all day! Get in the water!" He took a couple steps back dragging a confused Wendy with him. "I'm staying out today. Sorry gals."

Did he swim with them?

"I didn't bring my swim suit anyway. We just came here for a couple of drinks and stuff." The mermaid pouted and crossed her arms, "Fine, some of the girls are managing the bar outback." Peter nodded and walked around the back of the cove, once again, dragging Wendy with him.

They came across a small opening in the rock, almost like the mouth of a cave. "Where does this lead to?" Wendy asked as she clutched to Peter's arm. "What's the matter Wendy? Scared of the dark?" Peter teased, Wendy could swear she could hear him smirk. She pulled away from him, almost immediately missing the warmth and comfort he provided. "I'm not scared of the dark! I'm just wondering we're going."

Peter snatched her hand up again as the tunnel walls became smooth and wooden and the floor became clean, deep blue tiles. Soon enough, they were at the back of a bar. The noise of glasses clinking and men playing pool surrounded Wendy as they walked over to sit on the stools. Peter didn't let go of her hand once.

Hold up! Are we actually drinking?

"Peter," she whispered into his ear as she settled onto the red and black stool, "I'm under age! We're both under age! This is illegal!" Peter gave her a look before a smirk spread across his face "This is gonna be good!"

"Peter what are going to-"

"Get four shots please," the bartender nodded and soon came back with four shots filled with a dark brown liquid. Peter put one in both of her hands, "Here, just two, okay? If you don't like it, then we'll stop."

"I don't know-"

"C'mon please," Peter gave her an adorable pleading look, "For me?" Wendy sighed, how could she say no to that face? "Fine," she look at the dark brown liquid and shuddered. "On three!"

"One...."

Wendy knew she was going to regret this later.

"Two..."

What would her mother say?

"Three!" With her eyes screwed shut, Wendy took the shot and felt a small burning sensation move down her throat. Her head felt a tad bit lighter after she quickly downed another one. "See," Peter grinned as he stood up from his seat, "That wasn't so bad. I'm gonna go take care of some stuff. Drink as much as you like, I'll pay for it later."

Wendy glanced at the girl manning the bar. Her hair was done in a long braid that fell down her shoulder and was adorned with seashells and sand dollars. The mergirl met her gaze and a mischievous grin spread across her face as she spotted Wendy in her tipsy state.

"Hey girly, want some more to drink." Wendy nodded and was given six more shots and downed them quickly just as someone slipped into the seat next to her. She turned to her left and looked at the very muscular, tall guy smiling at her. She had to admit he was very attractive, his blonde hair fell around his bright green eyes and Wendy swore his teeth sparkled in the dimly lit bar.

"Mind if I buy you a drink cutie?" He winked at her and leaned over the bar to whisper something into the bartender's ear. Wendy watched as she nodded quickly and placed four shots of a dark purple liquid in front of them. She swore that the guy next to her kept scootching closer, and closer.

Suddenly, Wendy felt a warm arm wrap around her shoulders. She turned and saw bright green eyes inches away from her face. "Whaddya say cutie? Drink with me?" Wendy saw nothing wrong with having a few drinks with this handsome stranger.

I guess it won't hurt.

"Sure, I guess. Just until my friend gets back." She smiled and clinked her shot glass with his. The second the liquid made its way into her stomach Wendy began to feel off. There was a small buzzing sensation at the back of her skull and the room was starting to loose its color. She attempted to stand up from the stool and had to lean against the bar for support.

"What....what's happening to me?" She managed to choke out as she felt another warm arm wrap around her waist. "It's nothing doll. You're probably just imagining it. Just relax, have a little fun. Loosen up a little." Wendy let go of the bar and clutched to his arms, praying that she wouldn't trip and fall in front of this gorgeous stranger. He lifted her up by her waist and sat her down right on top of the bar.

They were now eye to eye when she asked, "What's your name? You never did mention it." The guy grinned and moved to stand in between her legs with his hands still pressed against her waist. He nuzzled her hair and muttered, "Austin, cutie. You'll call me Austin."

As Wendy opened her mouth to respond he crashed his lips to hers causing her to gasp against his mouth. As the seconds ticked by, she felt herself getting drowsier and drowsier. She felt a hand crawl up her shirt pushing her closer to Austin's body.

Then he was gone in an instant. She drowsily opened her eyes to find that Austin was thrown to the ground by...

Wait is that Peter?

Wendy slowly slid off the bar and rubbed her eyes with her fist. When her eyes opened, everything snapped back into reality. Peter was straddling Austin's waist and punching him repeatedly. His face was contorted into an expression of anger that she had never seen before. It frightened her.

She watched in sick awe as Austin picked Peter up and slammed him down onto the pool table. Wendy could hear a loud crack as Peter's head smacked down on. She wanted to shout out his name but nothing came out. Austin pulled him forward by gripping onto his throat and squeezing hard. She could hear Peter let out a choking sound. A sound of distress? She wasn't sure. Wendy saw his face slowly start to loose his pigment as Austin tightened his hold.

Austin's killing him!

Almost immediately, Wendy's instincts kicked in and she ran over and attempted to pull Austin away. "Stop, STOP! You're killing him!" she screamed. Her voice seemed to fall on deaf ears as she tugged and pulled at the wall of muscles. Her eyes met Peters and she could see the panic and distress in his eyes.

"Please, please stop." Wendy's voice cracked as she wrapped her arms around Austins waist. She felt the muscles relax in his back as he dropped Peter to the floor. He easily slipped out of her arms as he walked away and slammed the door shut behind him.

Wendy knelt at Peters side and drew him into her arms. He was coughing uncontrollably and was clutching her to his chest. "I'm fine Peter," she whispered against his chest, but she didn't pull away. When she did, she looked into his eyes, "The question is, are you okay?" Peter nodded and coughed into his arm. His lip was split and a yellow bruise was forming around his right eye. She could see a small trickle of blood run down the side of his neck and disappear into the collar of his shirt.

"Let's go home. To be honest, you don't look so good." He managed to crack a smile, "After beating up the man who practically raped you, I feel fine." His eyes darkened at his own words. "I just bought a drink from him, that was all. Then he-"

"Yeah I know," his voice was hoarse, "I saw it all, Wendy." Once he was on his own two feet he drew her into another bone crushing hug, "I'm just really glad you're okay." Wendy smiled, "I'm glad you're okay too."

With that, they quickly rushed out of the bar with a very silent and very angry Tink in tow.