lostgirlwendy

[lostgirlwendy]

Wendy nearly stopped in her tracks upon hearing the news he had to share. If it weren't for her keen desire to keep a sense of normalcy between them, she would've, but it was the nonchalance of Peter's confession that kept her going. It wasn't meant to be more than aa simple drop in the conversation--he had never been expert with topics so emotional. "When did she say that?" she asked, hopefully with the same casualty that he'd delivered the news. "If you--you know, like her, too, that's ... you should go for it. She's a wonderful person, even if she doesn't like me very much. That doesn't mean I don't like her." If that was what he wanted, Wendy couldn't fault him for it, not when she'd made her own choice already.

"I've never met her before, but from what I've heard, she sounds lovely." She was friends with Tink, which posed its own problems for Wendy herself, but she was hoping the good words from both Angelica and Phil might be able to help her sway the other way. "Perhaps with the same kind of attitude as Tink, from what I've heard in her songs. I just hope she doesn't have the same disliking for me, but I have to meet her sometime, because Slightly and--um, Phil works with her, too."

“Tink's just being Tink,” he added, his usual routine of excusing the blonde girl’s behavior. Peter cleared his throat, contemplating whether to admit this to Wendy, but figured she might understand. Besides, since it happened, he hadn’t been able to talk about it with anyone else. “Tink once said she loved me,” he blurted out, with nonchalant grace as if it were the most ordinary thing to say on a casual day. The words that followed were rather unplanned, but that was typical of Peter. “I told her I liked someone else,” he admitted, intending to stop there, knowing Wendy would understand. “We’ll work it out,” Peter turned to her, smiling. Whether it meant 'working out with Tink' or 'working out their own problems', Peter left it vague—besides, he had no solutions anyway.

“Oh, right, yeah!” Peter pointed at her, momentarily forgetting who's who. “Sharpay,” Peter repeated, recalling Tink had mentioned that name before. He realized he should probably pay more attention to avoid being left out. “Heard the name before, but I always seem to forget. I hope she’s nice though!” he added, with enthusiastic uncertainty. It was still a bit odd for Peter to have his friends enter relationships, but perhaps there wasn't much he could do about it. “Well, That’s all I need to hear! Just try,” Peter shrugged, content that she was at least willing to try.

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:peter

[lostgirlwendy]

Wendy let out a laugh before clapping in light applause at his impression of the main character. It was a rather deep film for what she was used to watching with him, but it was quite nice to see a different side of Peter, who might appreciate some of the more dense film and literature Wendy preferred herself. "Absolutely, you would. You know, the main guy is going to have to watch out, before you steal his job on the next one. We'll have to go to that one together, too," she proposed, knowing that no matter when it came out, they'd still be friends.

"Tink never wants to see me, anyway," she mumbled, a mild complaint considering how harsh the blonde could be to her. "Oh, Peter, that's Sam, with the girlfriend," Wendy reminded him, "Slightly is interested in the singer he's playing guitar for, Sharpay, though I'm not sure how successful he's been with that yet." She made mental note to ask him, or Phil, if he'd followed through on helping him in his pursuit of the musician. "Alright, then, I suppose we could head back. I'm not the best with computer games--that's more of John's thing, you know, but I can give it a try, if you think I'll like it."

"It's incredible," he exclaimed, excitement lighting up his eyes as Peter nodded in agreement with Wendy. Stepping back, he cleared his throat, and she could tell from the expression on his face that he was about to do something stupid… again. "My name is Paul Atreides," he bellowed, forcing his deep voice out as he mimicked the actor's stance. "Duke of Arrakis," he continued, noticing her blush as people started to stare. "I'd make the cut, wouldn't I?" He shrugged as he stopped acting, his unwavering confidence exuding.

"Hmmm," Peter pondered whether anyone else would be at the house. He didn't ask, nor was he particularly concerned. "Tink's busy so definitely not her," he mused, tapping his finger against his lips as he considered the options. "Nibs is tied up with work," naturally, Nibs was the responsible one, always contributing the most to the group. "Slightly's with his girlfriend, still a surprise to me, I must say." Peter still couldn't wrap his head around Slightly having a girlfriend, even now, there was always a hint of disbelief in his expression whenever the topic came up. "So, I'm not sure who else will be there, but we'll find out when we arrive. Nibs has this new game on his laptop that we could try, I think you'll enjoy it."

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:peter

[lostgirlwendy]

Taking it from someone who knew both Phil and Sharpay, and who seemed unafraid to hold her tongue, Wendy would have to take what the blonde was saying as truth. She hadn't felt threatened, or anything, by his ex-wife, but she simply needed to be sure that there wasn't anything he was leaving out of his story that someone on the outside might have found necessary to share. The only other point of anxiety that came with meeting Sharpay was that of another blonde, who seemed to have had Wendy in mind when she wrote a particular song with her for her album. "You think so? She's friends with my--well, someone who's in my group of friends, but who doesn't like me, at all. Mostly because of this boy, who the guitarist and I are friends with, not Phil," she explained. "Do you just act, or other things, as well? I'm sure you were fantastic, in your other film, but I can't say I've seen it--I don't have the stomach for horror movies, I'm afraid. Though, if Phil knows when all of the worst parts are so he can cover my eyes, I'm sure I could handle that," Wendy joked, though she was entirely serious about her own suggestion, if it meant supporting his friends.

⋆⋆ ✶ ⋆⋆

Angelica could've gone into greater detail about what happened in their relationship but this wasn't the time, she'd invited Wendy here to talk about her. Even if she didn't normally get called inviting she had curiosity about Phil's girlfriend. From what she'd heard and seen already it was that she was far above the boy Angelica grew up with. He'd done well for himself, having upgraded from his last girlfriend in her opinion. Angelica liked this one so far. "Perfect, I knew I could trust you," the blonde said giving a small wink as a smile naturally curled into place. "Oh, yeah, that was just like for fun though from what I heard. Nothing serious, not that she isn't super gorge though." Angelica could have his back on that one, having heard the details from her co-star and able to back up his story. It wasn't often she supported Phil but she could give him this one. "We are! She's great, you'll have to meet her, especially if your friend is in her band! You'll love her, trust." The blonde figured they'd get along as long as things with Phil stayed the way they were. "My lips are sealed," Angelica replied, mimicking the same action from Wendy. "He'll be fine. He's with us." While she gave him shit most of the time, she did care about him and the rest of the rugrats she grew up with.

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:angelica

[lostgirlwendy]

For how quickly the blonde was to tell her to calm down, she was just as fast to burst out again in excitement, nearly giving Wendy whiplash. She let out a laugh as soon as she brought her hand down from clutching to her heart in attempt to stabilize herself. "Come on, let's go for a drive and I'll explain," she offered, slipping back into the car rather than bringing the other girl into her house. The last thing she needed were her parents to hear about Peter again--they already didn't particularly like her hanging out with him to begin with.

"I didn't mean to not tell you about the dating part, I promise," Wendy swore as she pulled out of the driveway, "but it was all so chaotic once you all had arrived at the party, and I didn't want to cause a stir. Peter was already upset enough with me that I'd come with Phil." As for Peter himself, she supposed what they went on could have been construed as a date, but Wendy had tried her best to make that perfectly clear to him when she'd agreed to go. "Okay, I asked Peter to meet me for lunch, just to make sure we were smoothed over, right? And then, he asked me to come to the movies with him, and to come over after, which I agreed to, only because it'd been so long since I'd stayed over there! But, I promise, I made it perfectly clear that the whole thing was just as friends. That's all I want to be, but before this, we weren't even speaking, really, so it's a start."

At the clear panic that was written across her friend’s face, Tyla figured maybe she shouldn’t have jumped the gun quite so intensely. It probably would have been better to keep her cool and casually ask about all the questions she had for the brunette. But can she really be blamed? Everyone knew she had a touch for drama, as all the lost boys kind of did in their own rights, it shouldn’t be a surprise that she was going to overreact a bit to news as big as what she’d heard. “Everyone’s fine, no one’s hurt. Take a deep breath,” she instructs after promising that everything was alright.

However perhaps she should be taking her own advice, given that her jaw nearly drops to the floor as Wendy starts to explain what she had thought Tootles presence was supposed to be about. “No! Wait, what?!” she practically shouts, staring at the brunette in shock as she processes it all. “I was just going to ask about all the stuff with Phil. Why didn’t you tell me you guys were dating? I had to hear from the fucking boys!” That was originally what she’d had on her mind, wanting a simple gossip session about her new boyfriend. But this whole movie night and sleep over with Peter was way more interesting, and also surprising. She never would have taken Wendy to be the type to try juggling two guys at once, even if she didn’t fully realize that’s kinda what she’s doing. “But that doesn’t even matter anymore. What do you mean you went on a date with Peter? And no way in hell is mature enough to understand anything, you should know that by now. Wendy, what the fuck is going on?” The last question was asked in a bit of awe and simple confusion, no accusation or heat in the words at all.

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:tootles

[lostgirlwendy]

Wendy shook her head feverishly, in hopes to make it clear that she wasn't here to slut shame anyone, if that was what they'd chosen for themselves. It simply wasn't the way Wendy wanted to do it--everything needed to have a deep level of thought behind it. Never before had she done something that impulsive, and she probably wouldn't start now. "No, no, not at all. It just is, for me," she added, her voice trailing off sheepishly. She couldn't help her cheeks turning an inevitable deep red hue as the blonde both complimented her and pointed out how attractive her boyfriend is, a fact that Wendy already did know herself. "Five, actually," she admitted, sipping her soda as she attempted to hide a smile. "He's really sweet. I think he'd get along with the other boys really well, but ... I have a feeling there may be protest, from some sides of the group." She didn't want to bring back up Peter's name if she didn't have to, hoping Shelly would know exactly who she was thinking of.

⋄⋄ 🐚 ⋄⋄

Shelly knew that she hadn't put out, the girl was far too stuck up to have ever fucked someone. Maybe after that, she would be less of a prude and stop taking things so seriously. The blonde thought that Wendy could lighten up a little, coming off as a woman three times her age. "Are you implying that's too fast of a time to sleep with someone? She asked while knowing very well that wasn't her intention. Half the time the people Shelly slept with she hadn't dated at all which was drastic in comparison to the other female. The blonde finished her first shoe, tying off the string with a content smile at the work she'd done. While grabbing her next victim Shelly's gaze shifted back to the girl instead of the job at hand. "Or maybe you just are uncomfortable with compliments. I'm like super proud of you for finding such a dreamboat. He's like what? 6'3"? 6'4"? Hot." The words dripped off her lips like syrup, a smile turning sickly sweet before flipping her blonde locks while turning back to her needle and thread.

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:shelly

[lostgirlwendy]

"Oh, my goodness, what?" she sputtered in shock, the answer being an unexpected one. Phil would never even hurt a fly, as far. as she knew, nevermind punch someone. But, in the name of his sister, she supposed it was quite nice of him to stick up for her like that. "Is she okay, too? No one hurt her, right?" Wendy supposed she would've heard that much, as it wouldn't have gone without being said if Lil had gotten into some sort of altercation. "Well, I'm happy to hear you're okay, and you talked it over, and hopefully no retaliation is to come of it. It's quite noble of you, to stand up for her, if the guy deserved it, and things between you and Lil are fine, too. That's all that matters, I think." She paused, hoping he wouldn't think she was upset with him, or anything of the sort. The boys had gotten into far worse, as far as Wendy was allowed to know. "Am I allowed to know what happened, between her and ... the guy with the black eye, I assume?"

Spending time just simply sitting together and reading with his girlfriend was surprisingly becoming one of Phil’s new favorite past times. He was a significantly slower reader than Wendy, a fact that wasn’t surprising at all, but she never seemed bothered by the bit of extra time he took to catch up to where she was at. With his attention fully drawn into the new version of the chapter that he was reading, he didn’t even notice the way that she was watching his hands.

At her question if something happened, Phil’s eyes raise to meet hers, confusion filled in his own. He looks around for a moment at the mostly empty cafe surrounding them, wondering what she could be talking about, but before he has a chance to ask Wendy’s fingertips brush against his knuckles and he realizes exactly what she meant. “Oh, ahhh, no. Not really,” he answers, frowning slightly as he worries how she was going to take the news of his semi-fight with Dash. “I’m fine. I just kinda punched a guy? I wasn’t supposed to and I only partially regret it, but it’s not gonna happen again. We talked things over and now I’m letting Lil take the lead on whatever happens next.” Sharing only bits and pieces of what happened, he knew she was going to want the whole story, but he figured he’d wait until she actually asked for it. Mostly because he’d feel kinda guilty just spilling his sister’s wreck of a love life without having been at least prompted.

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:phil

[lostgirlwendy]

~time skiperoo~

Showing up to what could've been considered a date with a boy who wasn't her boyfriend could've been strange, but it wasn't, because it was Peter. At least, that's what Wendy had told herself the entire week leading up to it. She'd told Phil that she was spending the night at the boys' apartment, but had left out the larger details, knowing that she couldn't bring herself to tell him how guilty she felt about this. She didn't have any reason to: they were just friends, and she knew her boyfriend wouldn't ask her to stop being close with any of the boys, including Peter. Maybe it would simply take some time to get over feeling like this, and back to who they were: Peter and Wendy, the best of friends.

"That was brilliant," she gushed as they exited the theater, having been left in awe and disappointment that she hadn't gotten to read the book sooner. "What a good choice. You know, I didn't think that would be your style, but I enjoyed it." Most of what she watched at their apartment was comedy, the kind she would roll her eyes at while they laughed. "Are the others home, do you know? Should we bring anything back for them while we're out? I have my things in the car, to stay over, by the way, including the things to make breakfast."

"No," he shook his head, feeling the tension knotting his shoulders. He didn't want anyone else around this time. Peter craved her undivided attention, just the two of them. It might have seemed selfish, especially considering her involvement with someone else, but Peter had never been one to strictly adhere to rules. He always found a way back to her, as he always did. "Just us this time," he clarified, hoping to convey his desire clearly. "A read? It's a book?" he inquired, he knew little about it. The movie simply sounded intriguing, and he wanted to try something new.

Peter couldn't contain his laughter as she spoke, nearly spraying soda on his face. "He was good, wasn't he?" he chuckled, thoroughly entertained by the situation. Despite the risks, they had enjoyed themselves, making the heist worthwhile in the end. "We had a blast… all thanks to you."

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:peter

[lostgirlwendy]

"Peter" by Taylor Swift // "Wendy" by Maisie Peters

#🪡 i think you should come live with me and we can be pirates ; muse #i'm hurt #🪡 peter pan will save us! ; peter

[lostgirlwendy]

The last thing she had expected was for someone to be waiting for her when she'd gotten home, especially not the blonde in her driveway, and it was only for a moment that Wendy turned to panic mode. She feared something had gone wrong at the apartment, the two of them needing to turn right around in her car, but the moment she opened the door, Wendy was met with confusion. She hadn't done anything wrong, at least, not that she could remember, unless this had to do with the movie she'd gone to with Peter while she was still dating Phil.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, simply to cover her bases and be sure that nothing had gone wrong. "No one's hurt, right? None of the boys?" But, the explanation couldn't have had anything to do with something back at the apartment, not when she hadn't been there since the weekend prior. "Is this about the movie I went to with Peter? I'm still dating Phil, he'd just asked me to go, as a friend. He also invited me to sleep over, also in a completely platonic fashion, which , I recognize is unusual, but I hoped that Peter and I could be mature enough that we understood that, since I'm dating Phil, there is a boundary that can't be crossed," Wendy explained, hoping she had guessed on her accusation correctly.

~ timeskip ~

While their time together at Pacifica’s engagement party had been cut far shorter than Tyla had wanted, considering she hardly had even the slightest chance at getting any real information out of her friend about the new boy in her life, Tootles was determined to make up for that loss today. None of the boys had said anything regarding this Phil fellow, his name not even once being whispered in the apartment, which was almost as telling of a fact than if any of them had spilled the beans. Because it meant they either knew something and were desperately trying to keep it to their chest, or Wendy hadn’t informed any of them about what was going on with her giant of a date. All of that together had Tyla’s journalistic instincts screaming that something bigger was at play here than just a simple date to a mutual friend’s engagement party, like the brunette had tried to play the night off as being.

Perhaps it was a bit weird and even borderline stalkerish, to wait outside of the Darling house for the other girl to show up from wherever it was that she had been running off to earlier in the day - but Tootles knew this was a conversation that had to be done in private. Away from the ears of the other lost boys - or one particular lost boy, at the very least. And there weren’t many places that Tyla often ran into the brunette without the rest of their friend group around. So she was left to take semi-drastic actions. Ones that seemed to actually, thankfully, pay off as Wendy finally pulled in the driveway of her home. The moment the car was in park, Tootles was jumping to her feet and practically running over to meet the other girl at the driver's side door. “Oh you have so much explaining to do,” she proclaims, not bothering to hold back and also not giving any hint at what she was talking about. Which was part of the plan - leave the accusation open ended and wait to see what Wendy brings up as her first point.

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:tootles

[lostgirlwendy]

It wasn't surprising that Wendy didn't know much about Scamp and Angelica's relationship after hearing that they'd met in college; by that point, she had nearly lost complete touch with the eldest of the Tramp siblings. She did know, though, that he'd left the island for a while, and had apparently returned back to home and to his girlfriend. Or, maybe they'd been together the whole time--either way, she would find out either from the blonde herself or her boyfriend later. "That's really sweet. I'm glad to hear he's happy, and that you two are still together after all this time." Though she had a feeling that the bond between Angelica and Phil was much like siblings, with the same kind of sarcastic banter that she could see between some of the boys she was friends with, it was sweet to see the blonde soften a bit, even if followed by swearing Wendy to secrecy. "Your secret's safe with me," she assured her with a symbolic twist of her fingers on her lips. "Though, I know something happened with him and Sharpay Evans, right? As a joke, he said. I know you were in a movie with her, and the three of you are in the one shooting soon, right? I don't know her personally, but one of my friends plays the guitar for her, and Phil has said nothing but great things. Perhaps I'll meet her if I'm allowed to visit you all on set. You know, I think he's a little nervous, but don't tell him I said that, either. I think you and Sharpay being there will ease it a bit," Wendy admitted, though she had a feeling her boyfriend would be just fine.

⋆⋆ ✶ ⋆⋆

She'd be asking Scamp about her later when she went over to his house. Whatever inside scoop he could provide on Wendy would be one Angelica needed to hear. So far she liked the girl but that wasn't going to stop her from finding out anything she could about her. It had become part of her personality to know everything about everyone she could. "Oh my gosh, cute, I'd love that! I couldn't tell you the last time we went on a double date. Probably after we met in college, actually," Angelica replied thinking back to when Scamp stumbled his way into her heart. "In my mind, we were supposed to just hook up, hang out, and of course, I caught feelings." He'd been the only one to break through her armor. Even after their time apart, there hadn't been anyone else who made her feel like he did. Wendy's story was a little more romantic but Angelica found it hard to believe that was possible with Phil Deville. "He will literally do anything for the people he cares about. He's interested in whatever makes them happy," she gushed on the boy for a second. While he had never been anyone that appealed to her, Angelica knew that he would love with all his heart. "Don't tell him I said that though or he'd never let me hear the end of it but it's like so cute that he met someone as pretty and nice as you. Usually, he has really bad taste."

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:angelica #queued

[lostgirlwendy]

Wendy nodded at her question, finding it rather strange now that they hadn't met before, given all the connections that could've come before Phil. "Pacifica and I are friends from school. I got along better with Scamp's sisters, though, than him, back then. You know, I have two brothers, and he has all sisters," she explained with a shrug. "How is it that you and Scamp met, by the way? We're not really in touch anymore, but, of course, if you'd ever want to go out with Phil and I, I'd love that," she offered, genuinely hoping that the blonde would accept. As for the same question on her own side, Wendy assumed that one of her boyfriend's childhood friends must've known about his side job, potentially including the names of his former partners, which was a topic Wendy wasn't entirely keen discussing in public, given how recently she'd found out. "My friends were hosting a party at their apartment, and he was sitting in one of my friend's rooms where I was looking to just get some space from the crowd. We just started talking, and kind of hit things off," Wendy told her, reminiscing fondly on the moment when she'd met the boy who would change more for her than he knew. "Honestly, he's been so wonderful. When we were still friends, I was working on writing a book, mostly at the cafe where he works, and he would come over all the time with tea, and read my drafts, like he really cared about them. I've never had anyone be so interested in what I was doing like that before."

⋆⋆ ✶ ⋆⋆

Her first impression was how cute she was, surprised Phil had been able to convince a girl like her that he wasn't a booger eater. Angelica was still pretty certain she saw him picking his nose not that many years ago. No matter how old they got she was never going to forget the images of them as children. Most of which included him eating bugs from the backyard like they were Cheez-Its. If Wendy wanted to kiss those same lips then that was her problem but Angelica wanted to get to know her if she was going to be joining the other rugrats. "No way, you have to make sure with stuff like that," she said ushering them to sit back down. At the mention of the party the blonde cracked a smile, her relationship with Pacifica not being quite so cut and dry. Of course, that wasn't anything that she needed to know right away. As Wendy continued to explain the smile only widened, more information becoming clear that made her surprised they hadn't met before now. "You don't say, go figure." Angelica took her wine glass, swirling it in her palm as she spoke, "Pacifica and I have worked together before so yeah, we're friends. And you know my boyfriend too? I can't believe he never mentioned that when I told him you and Phil were dating." She'd have to grill him on that later and see what insight he could provide. "How did you and Phil end up meeting again?"

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:angelica

[lostgirlwendy]

Shelly was being far more crude about all this than she'd ever been used to hearing from anyone, nevermind a girl who she was sure could woo either her boyfriend or Peter into wanting her over Wendy if she really wanted to. This was about as uncomfortable as she'd ever been around the other girl, now having something she felt like she needed to protect. "We've barely been dating a month," she pointed out, the beginnings of a rather weak defense. In truth, Wendy had thought about it quite a lot: when she would be ready to take the next step with him, and the fear that Phil would get bored of her before she was truly ready. People had slept with him before with far less time getting to know him, as evidence had shown, even though he'd insisted that he was more than willing to wait for her. "I would consider that a compliment if it wasn't so clear that you're trying to make me uncomfortable," she conceded, the first time she'd ever admitted aloud the effect that the blonde had on her. Wendy honestly wondered what she'd do with practically handing the win to her, deciding today that she was not going to let Shelly's words get to her.

⋄⋄ 🐚 ⋄⋄

Even if Wendy wanted to make it sound better, that was more or less the truth of the matter. She turned him down and picked someone else. Shelly blinked at her, unconvinced, but nodding to let Wendy convince herself that was all it had been. "Okay, yeah, whatever you say." All that the blonde knew for sure was that meant Peter was still on the market. That's what mattered after all. She returned to her sewing, looking down to work allowing her to hide the smile that had taken over. Silence spoke volumes and especially Wendy's. Whatever she didn't say meant more than what she did or Shelly had come to think so. "So that's a no," she responded simply, not even bothering to look up from her work. Sex wasn't something she felt uncomfortable discussing in public but it wasn't a surprise the other was a prude. In fact, she'd expected it and for once was disappointed to find out she was right. "How could you be around a guy like that and not want to climb him like a tree? You're stronger than me, Winnifred."

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:shelly

[lostgirlwendy]

~time skip~

The feeling of simply having a boyfriend was one Wendy was still trying to get used to. There was someone to constantly talk to, to tell all of her daily ups and downs to, who wouldn't mind hearing any of it. In fact, he'd even volunteered to do just that, by asking her out. What Wendy had learned over the past few weeks was that Phil was a lover of the little things in life, and it taught her to slow down and appreciate the simplicity of her surroundings, too. Thoughts of the future had plagued her long before she met her boyfriend, but, with him, she felt so at ease with the present.

They were both just reading, each a copy of Wendy's most recently edited first chapter of her book, when she noticed something on his hand that had been previously lost in the shuffle of coffee cups while Phil had been working. Now that he was on his break, though, his hands still around the packet she'd given him, the bruise had become all the more clear. "Did something happen?" she asked, setting down her page to brush his knuckles lightly with her fingertips. "You're not hurt, are you?"

The correction that arranging a marriage for someone and then forcing them to follow through with it wasn’t illegal unsurprisingly didn’t make Phil feel any better. Nor did the reminder that there was nothing anyone could do about it. Sure, they could both be there for the blonde and try to support her and her hopeful future happiness like Wendy suggested, but that didn’t feel like enough. How were they supposed to just sit back and pretend like this was all normal and okay? “So wait - you think she knew about this? Like… for a long time?” he asks, frowning even further at the clarification. “Like her parents have always wanted this?” It made sense now, why Pacifica had wanted to originally hurt her folks by making a sex tape with him. Back when it had happened, Phil hadn’t realized just how deep and dark the relationships ran in the Northwest family. “That’s kinda fucked up…” An understatement, but it seemed like Wendy had also come around to accept what was happening and he didn’t want to necessarily risk upsetting her either by not being alright with the whole situation.

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:phil

[lostgirlwendy]

Wendy's face lit brightly with excitement at her friend's news, the pair having a remarkably good night so far. She wasn't sure she would be entirely welcomed at the singer's shows if Tink was bound to be in attendance from the front row, but, at least, she had her boyfriend now to get them in so she could see Slightly perform. "No way! Oh, that's such good news, I'm so happy for you. You're going to become a real rock star, aren't you?" she teased, though Wendy fully believed it. She could see the blonde becoming big, especially once the island opened up, and Slightly was bound to be behind her if he now had an in. "Seriously, you don't have anyone you have your eye on? We need to put Phil's good looks to good use if he can help you find someone. However, I wouldn't mind a nice serenade while the two of us are on a date." Wendy let out a laugh at the thought, despite hoping he would answer otherwise. "I just don't know how I'm going to tell Peter about all of this. I don't want him to be upset with me, but, I don't know, I'm quite satisfied with my choice. I think Phil's wonderful, and I think I could be really happy with him, but ... I'm just scared he won't take it well."

༝༝ 🦊 ༝༝

Out of the Lost Boys, Slightly had been the one who stood up when their fearless leader was busy. Even when he didn't say anything he watched those around him. He couldn't recall when he'd last seen Wendy this smiley, maybe it was back near the beginning when they'd all just met. It was a simpler time then when none of them were afraid to grow up and now it was coming whether they wanted to or not. Each year that passed he saw their family age, only Peter being left behind, and he saw it now in Wendy. "Good because he doesn't have a choice," he boasted with a laugh. "Only if you want to be served by the best waiter around, though I gotta warn you I'm taking less shifts these days. Sharpay asked me to help her out with her new music." The smile was creeping through his confidence, unable to hide how chuffed he'd been that she offered him a spot on her team. After waiting for a chance, he wasn't going to screw it up. "I don't know if I have anyone to bring on that besides my guitar," Slightly laughed. "Maybe Clifford can give me a hand."

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:slightly

[lostgirlwendy]

What Wendy had said hadn’t seemed like what the other girl had been expecting to hear. If she wasn’t so conscious about her decision, it would’ve been a welcomed boost of confidence, to think that she could’ve been the only to get rejected amongst the two. “I didn’t turn him down, I—I had to make a choice, on who to pursue,” Wendy admitted, growing more uncomfortable by the minute. She felt like she could disappear, with how embarrassed she felt to be simply telling the other girl the truth. Strangely, she could tell what should’ve been an insult was something of a compliment, though it didn’t make Wendy feel any better about the situation. She’d felt like she was going to be labeled some way since she’d made her decision, and Shelly had simply nailed the one Wendy had been the most fearful to hear. Her mouth opened a bit at the final question, appalled by forward the blonde was being. Though she knew exactly what Shelly was asking, she feared that pretending not to know could be even more embarrassing than simply denying it. “That’s a rather personal question,” she stated simply, “I would rather not discuss, um, in public. I hope you can understand.” That was the best out she had, and Wendy could only now pray that Shelly might respect a shred of her privacy to let her keep that to herself.

⋄⋄ 🐚 ⋄⋄

The last thing Shelly expected was to get interesting information out of the girl beside her, Wendy's truth bringing her attention up from her stitches. It hadn't been what she expected to hear which was what made it all the more exciting. "Wait, you turned Peter down?" A laugh was bubbling before she had even stopped speaking. "Now that is rich. I'm impressed, Winnie, I didn't know you had it in you. You're more of a slut than you let on, I like it," she smiled giving her a bump with her hip. Even if her tone didn't show it, Shelly was more impressed than not. It wasn't every day that a girl got the man she'd been pining after and another one to boot, coming out with a new boyfriend and the upper hand on the other. "Good for you." Shelly hummed before returning to her work, threading the needle through the shoe as Slightly set down her regular order which she thanked him for with a sickly sweet smile. It was Wendy's response to her boyfriend that brought Shelly back to remembering why she didn't like her. "Come on, don't play dumb with me. I know you're smarter than that." Her eyes scanned over to her, an eyebrow arched, before going back to her work. "Have you put out yet?"

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:shelly

[lostgirlwendy]

KRISTINE FROSETH as NAN ST. GEORGE "The Buccaneers" Failed Betrayal (TV Episode 2023)

#🪡 my name is wendy. wendy moira angela darling ; mirror

[lostgirlwendy]

"Oh, I don't know if I could pull that off," she replied sheepishly, in reference to the thought that she might be able to make a living just from her own writing. "Though, I do try to hold myself over with writing news stories here and there, just a few a week for the paper. I suppose that's what I'll continue to do in the meantime until I find something stable." Wendy had actually been wanting to interview him for some time about his business, as they featured some local ones every now and then. Going to do a feature on Hook and his store, though, wasn't something she could get away with without feeling like she would be betraying all of her friends. "Is that so? I had no idea, actually, which is ... my fault, for never asking," Wendy mumbled. She had never even spoken to him this long before, or shared anything about their lives beyond knowing just the surface of each other. Perhaps there was much more to the man they'd all spent so much time actively avoiding. "I don't know why, I suppose I had just assumed that most of your friends were the men you worked with, hence my surprise seeing you here, and hearing you're friends with Belle. Though, then it would be fair to think the same of me, and the boys, but that's not true, either."

༝༝ 🏴‍☠️ ༝༝

There had been stories told about James Hook and his ongoing rivalry with the Lost Boys. He knew Wendy wouldn't have been safe from the whispers, the children she called friends probably having warned her about him but none of it phased him. As far as James was concerned, the only thing that mattered was the moment, everything else could be sorted out later. If she wanted to believe what she'd heard then all he could do was show her that she'd only had one side of the story. "That's if you even need to get a real job, free-lance writing is actually a lot more popular these days and could provide you the means to live while you write your next book," he said simply, kicking his leg up onto the footstool in front of him. For being a man who spent most of his time cooped up on a boat or in an office he was actually quite well-read. All of that time was spent with a nose in a book or observing what he could of the world around him. He figured her idiots had made him sound like he had the same IQ level which he wanted to make clear wasn't the case. "No, please, it's nice to hear that you want to do something with your life. Far too many people your age let their dreams fall to the waste side and work in a cubical until they retire," he stated simply, lifting a cigarette box from his pocket before groaning in realization of where he was and returning it. Even the thought of dying like that made him need to smoke. "A lot of downtime in my profession," James replied with a chuckle. "She special ordered a few on saltwater fish and coral for me. I've been upgrading my aquariums, not all my fish are caught to consume."

#🪡 it was such a wonderful adventure! ; threads #chat:hook