Wendy Darling's Story

Robert Locksley

“….”

Laying down in an odd fashion was Robin Hood, who had succumb to his fatigue from the day prior just a bit later than he should have. Twelve o’clock on the mark, to be exact. Such is the reason why he set his alarm about thirty minutes later than normal, so that he may recover just a bit before being awoken. What he didn’t realize, however, was that this alarm clock was set to a very high volume, and set to a very strange song. This combination would get Robin out of bed quite effectively, though.

“I SAID WHAT WHAT IN THE BUTT! I SAID WHAT WHAT IN THE BUTT!” blared the alarm clock as it struck the ‘proper’ time. The volume with which the clock boomed forced Robert’s eyes to shoot open and it forced his hand.

*WHOOSH*

*CRASH*

The clock was now broken, laying in pieces near the wall where it had struck. For waking him in such a manner, it deserved no mercy and Robin showed absolutely none. As he stared, no, glared at the broken alarm, he began regretting doing so because it was feasible he might’ve awoken his housemates on accident. Hopefully they would forgive him. But he didn’t regret the fact that clock was destroyed one bit.

Sighing and accepting the fact he was unable to change the flow of time, he stood to his feet. Robin was happy…. Or well, a certain part of him at least. Thusly, he was restricted to his room for a few minutes while ‘he’ slowly became less enthusiastic, for he didn’t want to scar a child so young and warm. That was the worst part of being a guy in this house – waking up. But soon enough, he was now ‘depressed’ and could now leave his room…. After he clothed.

If it isn’t one thing, it’s another….

He moved over to the brown dresser, peering inside of the thing. He honestly didn’t care what he wore, so long as it didn’t earn him strange looks or time in prison, and so when he saw the short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans, he threw those on. Green shirts were his favorite, and luckily, this one was that color. Best part of the day! He thought.

With his morning prep done, he exited his room and descended down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he found he wasn’t the only conscious resident of the house. Wendy had beat him to it. And he hadn’t even taken a shower! Well, that was actually because he took one just before bed, unless he had spent the night with a fair maiden, which, unfortunately, he did not this night. Then again, he was up for sex, just not so much as Asston. Heh….

“Wendy, darling, how are you up so early?” he asked, a warm smile on his face for her. She seemed to be in a good mood, and that also made Robin in a good mood. Happy kids were good kids. He also enjoyed the pun with her name, that helped too. “You know, when I was your age….. I probably enjoyed sleeping in when I could.” Robin then made his way over to the island, searching for the pans. He bent down in his search. “You know… If I can find the dang pans, I can whip up some mean eggs.” He stated. “Well, they aren’t literally mean, that’d just be silly.”

Jessamine laughed when she heard Peter's voice bellowing from his room down the hall. "All right," she said, taking in his disheveled, just-out-of-bed appearance. "Go get dressed, we'll head over to Daisy's Diner in a few minutes." Jess wasn't much of a cook, but even if she was, there wasn't much of any food in the kitchen to make. Perhaps a grocery stop would be in order sometime today. Maybe, if she got around to it.

She knocked on Naomi's door again, not wanting to leave her behind, but knowing that now that Peter was up and had his mind set on food it wouldn't be very much longer that they'd have to leave. "Na? If you want some breakfast, we're leaving soon. I might head out to the beach afterwards if you want to come. Looks like it's going to be a gorgeous day out there."



Having just taken a big bite of French toast, Casey smiled a silent hello in return as Rapunzel made her way, her own way, from upstairs. She certainly was an original, and that made him admire her all the more. She wasn't afraid to be exactly who she wanted to be, regardless of what others thought of her, and Casey wished he could be at least a little more like that. "Yes, please," he responded when she offered him some orange juice, and he slid the bowl of fruit closer too her in case she wanted some.

"I was thinking about going over to the beach sometime today to look for some sea glass, and maybe some driftwood," he said in response to Rapunzel's question about his plans for the day. "But I would like to catch up with Pooh, if you're planning to go to see him anyway. Naomi, too." They were some of the few people on the island he actually felt comfortable around, besides Wendy. He wondered what she was doing today, and thought he may ask her to come along later at the beach. HeJ knew she loved being outside, and he did enjoy listening to her stories while he worked on his projects. Casey brought his mind back to the present, and thanked Rapunzel for the orange juice.

Peter nodded quickly to Jess. He shut his door quickly running to his closet.
He opened the closet door seeing nothing but mess. This is where all the mess that had once littered his floor had gone. He had only been here a week yet he had sucessfully turned his room into a pig stye, well until Wendy made him clean it up.
Peter sighed why couldnt he have just cleaned his room for once, instead of stowing the mess somewhere else. Without even truly finishing the question in his mind he already had come up with the answer. It was a waist of time cleaning your room when you could be out on an adventure. There was no telling how many adventures you could miss while stuck inside doing stupid chores.
"This might take a while." Peter mumbled, beginning to rummage through the closet in order to find clothes.

Peter finally pulled out his clothing quickly putting it on and throwing his pajamas on the floor. He skidded out of his room slightly happy to see Naomi hadent come out of here room yet.
Peter looked over at Jess. "What are you going to get?" He asked before realizing he still had a bed head. He ran back in his room running a comb through his red hair before returning back to his spot next to Jess.

Peter starred confused at Naomi's door she still hadent come out.
"Jeez what always takes woman so long to get ready?" Peter asked innocently not realizing if he had said anything offensive or not.
As soon as the words left his mouth Naomi came out of her room and linked arms with Jess and begun walking down the stairs.
"Hey wait." Peter said running to catch up with them. As they left out their house a smile began to spread across Peters face, a thing that happened when ever be was out in nature. He couldn't quite explain why, but he felt like he belonged out here in nature. Sleeping under the stars instead of sleeping in a bed.


“Wendy, darling, how are you up so early?” Wendy jumped slightly as she heard a voice behind her. She turned to see Robin behind her a warm smile on his face.
She sighed a little relieved that it wasent a ghost, like the one she had been telling Casey about in one of her stories. A thing she loved to do more than anything, tell stories. It actually felt like she was there with the characters. Wendy enjoyed telling stories the most about this one boy, yet she couldn't remember anything about him only she loved to tell stories about his adventures.

“You know… If I can find the dang pans, I can whip up some mean eggs.Well, they aren’t literally mean, that’d just be silly.” Wendy laughed at his joke realizing she had been lost in thought and she had not heard anything he had said before.
Wendy tilted her head slightly watching him as he searched for the pans. He's looking in the wrong place, Wendy thought putting her hands on her hips.
"Robin, your looking in the wrong place." She said bending behind her and pulling out the pan(s). She set it on the counter trying to stop a mocking smile from creeping on her face.

Wendy looked over at Robin and the pans. That may not be enough for breakfast she thought."Oh I'll make the pancakes!" Wendy said a smile on her face. "Have you ever tried blue berry pancakes?" Wendy asked placing the ingredients on the counter and turning on the stove.
"Should we make enough for everyone?" Wendy asked referring to their roommates. She turned to Robin the spatula in hand.