ten favorite fictional teenagers: Rory Gilmore (Gilmore Girls)
Do you really think that I wanna take a road trip with you?
He’d never been the type to slip into someone’s dreams for benevolent reasons. There was never a time when the occasion called for it, and his desire was never strong enough. He was Peter Pan—the boy without a heart; the boy without love. But he was a boy who lost his gentle little bird—a boy whose most tender affections were reserved solely for the Wendy-bird. Despite his schemes and cleverness, he had to tell Wendy he was alive. If not for her sake, surely for his.
Wendy’s sleep was restless; he could sense it, as he entered her dreams. Her perfectly manicured world of magnificent forests, malevolent pirates, and a sky so brilliant even magic could not hope to imitate it, had fallen to crumbed pieces. It was a wasteland of dreams abandoned and forgotten—the kind of dreams people with broken hearts have. He licked his lips to clear the dryness, and readied himself to speak to her.
Peter had found his way into her dreams before. He’d never said anything—there was nothing to be said. He had simply watched as Wendy soared across oceans, fought pirates, and danced in the sky… have the kind of adventures Neverland, he, was supposed to offer her. He had never said anything while he watched, because in the morning she’d be there. In the morning, she’d be right where he left her.
But tonight, things were different. Tonight, his little bird was leaving his heavily barricaded nest. Tonight, there was a reason to talk to her in her dreams. A reason to remind her who she belonged to.
Second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning. ”