The next day, I took Peter apart and explained what I had thought the other day.

'Peter, I've got something to tell you. I saw that something in you was not okay yesterday when we danced. Then I clicked, you took Wendy there with you. I am not Wendy, Peter, and im asking you to go get her.'

'Julie, what is wrong with you? Wasn't this what you always had dreamt of?'- Peter said, annoyed.

'Yes! But look at you. I knew why you were crying. Peter, I thought I knew you more than anybody in this entire world. But there is one person that knows you more. Wendy.'- I answered, and let a deep breath come out from me-'Go find her. You need her. You miss her.'

'Julie I... Im so sorry'

'Sorry? For what?'

'For having you like this. I can't believe I made the mistake to let you find out about this.'+

'Peter, you made this three days the best days of my life. I couldn't be that grateful. But please, do.'- I said, now tears were forming in my eyes-'Go find her. She must be somewhere, waiting for you. But please promise me something'

'What?'

'That you will take me home, and forget about me.'

'Even though I am not going to be able to forget you, I will. I promise'- He said.'Lets go'

I said goodbye to all the lost boys and Tinkerbell, and Peter and I flew to my house. Everything was normal, like if I hadn't gone. My siblings were still asleep, and my parents didn't knew anything. I entered my room through my window, and Peter stood in the rim of the window. I got closer to him, I kissed his cheek, and hugged him. He hugged back. 'Thank you'- I whispered into his ear.'Now go'- I said. He looked at me, and flew away. I got into my bed and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I went to school, and had a normal day. But I couldn't forget or tell anyone about Neverland, or Peter. I missed him so much, but now I would have the memory in my brain forever. I knew it was wrong for me to go to Neverland instead of Wendy. But I had done the right thing. Now they both would be happy.I got home, did my homework, hung out in my computer and then I began Late Night Sketching. My siblings were asleep, and I didn't want to sleep yet, so I got to my desk and began to draw Peter and Me dancing. Now I had so much to draw. I was finishing the final touches on Peter's hair, when I heard someone sobbing slightly. I turned my head.

Peter.