A Thimble is a Kiss

Wendy’s eyes were closed and she had started to slip into sleep when someone’s voice snapped her awake. She shrunk back hiding best she could in the leafless branches. Michael? /Her/ Michael?

Imogen spun around a couple times, her eyes starting to water. “Michael?” She asked, a moment before the first sob slipped out.

Wendy quickly scurried down the tree. She hated when kids cried. "Hey...hey. Are you lost?"

Wendy cautiously sat beside her. “I get that. They say it’s safe but…it really isn’t. That’s why I told Peter I wanted to live in a treehouse in the middle of the woods.”

She kept her eyes on the other girl, scooting over a little so there would be a comfortable space between them. “So you’re that Wendy.” She hummed, not adding anything else to the statement. “Sounds like a good life though.”

Her eyes widened slightly, her hands in her lap. Did this girl know her? "Uhm...yes? If you're referring to the Wendy with Peter Pan?" She mhmed nodding slightly.

“Oh.” Wendy smiled slightly. “I haven’t been myself lately. Are you here to attend the school?”

She shrugged, beginning to lazily play her guitar. “I haven’t decided yet. School isn’t exactly my cup of tea.”

Wendy cautiously sat beside her. "I get that. They say it's safe but...it really isn't. That's why I told Peter I wanted to live in a treehouse in the middle of the woods."

“Yes…I suppose so” She paused before adding. “…sorry. I’m Wendy.”

She smirked. “…I was kidding. Lighten up, friend.” She tilted her head to the side. “Nice to meet you, Wendy.”

"Oh." Wendy smiled slightly. "I haven't been myself lately. Are you here to attend the school?"

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“You asked, I answered.”

"Could’ve answered nicely."

"Yes...I suppose so" She paused before adding. "...sorry. I'm Wendy."

“No.”

"Rude."

"You asked, I answered."

"No."

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Wendy was perched in a tree in the forest. A slight grin on her face. She swung her leg a bit from where it hung off the tree branch.

"Three, two, one!" Imogen opened her eyes and took off in the direction she thought her boyfriend was. She was wrong, and eventually she got lost in the forest. "Michael?" She called quietly, shrinking into herself against the cold.

Wendy's eyes were closed and she had started to slip into sleep when someone's voice snapped her awake. She shrunk back hiding best she could in the leafless branches. Michael? /Her/ Michael?

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