Somewhere in Neverland | All Time Low *Completed*

16 year old Wendy Price isn't the prettiest or most popular girl in school. After being dragged to an All Time Low concert by her emo best friend Gemma, Wendy finds herself stuck in numerous unlikely situations with lead singer, Alex Gaskarth. But maybe Alex turned up for a reason? Maybe Alex can take Wendy to a place where anything is possible? Maybe he can take her to Neverland? Based on the All time Low song 'Somewhere in Neverland'. Contains slight mature content


8. Lost Boy

I decided when I got home that this was it. This had pushed me over the line. I was going to change. Nobody would see me as pathetic, vulnerable Wendy any more.


I ran up to my room, ignoring my mum as she asked if I wanted a snack. I slammed my door, and locked it.


Right, Wendy, pull yourself together. Wipe away your tears.


I sat on my bed, and looked numbly out of the window into the darkness of the night sky. It was a cloudless night, and I could see all of the stars perfectly.


I sighed. I always hated changing clothes. Seeing my scars, reminding me of -


Just as I finished zipping up my black onesie with white stars on it, (which was probably the most exciting item of clothing in my wardrobe), I heard a faint knock on my bedroom window. I tensed; there was that weird knocking again. I walked over to my window hesitantly.


I rested a hand on the brass door handle of the balcony, and closed my eyes tight. I took a deep breath, and opened the door... see Alex standing rather bashfully outside in the cold night.


* * *

"Wha-what are you doing here, Alex?" I whispered as we sat on my bed.

"I... felt bad about earlier. I also felt I deserved an explanation." He looked at me weirdly. Not weird as in, who is this weirdo, weird as in, why can't we just get along?

"I.. I'm sorry. I just... don't like to talk about it."

"Talk about what?" he asked, then stared at the ground.

"My scars I - I mean, why I wear hoodies." I put a protective arm across my neck.

"Oh. Look, I'm sorry Wendy. I just - I have a reputation to uphold, you know, with the band, and the Lost Boys."


I stopped in my tracks . "You're a member of the lost boys?"


The Lost Boys were the gang in our town who were responsible for a considerable amount of crimes committed in our town.

"Um, yeah.." He shuffled and stared at the ground.


I hugged him tight. "Don't to anything stupid, Alex. Remember you're band." I whispered in his ear.

He pulled away and looked me in the eye. "I know-"


"WENDY? Mum, Wendy's talking to herself!" My  brother Michael called from the landing, banging on my door aggressively.

"Crap!" Alex hissed, jumping up and immediately rushing to the window. "I'll see ya later, Wend, I'll-"

"Muuum!! Wendy, let me in!"

"Bye Alex!" I shut the window gently and walked to the door.



"What do you want, Michael?" I faked smiling sweetly and ruffled his hair.

"Where's the boy?" he asked, sticking his head into my room.

"...What boy?" I asked, pushing him out.


He shrugged and walked away. I shut the door and sat at my desk, getting my trigonometry homework out of my plain black school bag (I know, boring, but so were most accessories I owned).


I couldn't focus on my Trig homework. I was probably going to flunk at the rate I was going; but I didn't care. All I could think was, Wendy, what have you gotten yourself into.


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