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California sun, frayed denim shorts and sweaty tank tops. Sun-tanned skin and the ever present small of salt and sunscreen. Hours at the beach, sand-coated feet. Long hot days and cool breezy nights. Knowledge and trust and hope and curiosity. Imagination and well-worn flip flops.
It's what Zoe is made of.
She stands with her feet in the water, eyes towards the horizon, waiting for the north star to appear. Darker and darker, the sun sets, the tide comes in, and still she waits. She turns her head and sees it, the brightest of them all.
She waits and wishes and hopes and prays. She waits for the moment the little boy in the green tights will sail over the horizon. She waits for the glowing light and the pixie dust that will take her where she wants to go.
Never grow up. Never say goodbye. Peter, just one chance, just one night. Just a little faith and trust and pixie dust.
There's a spark in the sky, a flashing light and she knows it's just a satellite but times like these she can still pretend. She's still young and childish instincts aren't completely gone and that is all right with her.
She can still pretend and hope and dream and know that it's her friend, her best friend, waiting for her in Neverland. Just follow the star beyond the horizon and he'll be there will that trusty, tricky fairy and she'll never stop dreaming, never stop hoping.
Because who wants to grow up, anyway?
AN: It's really short, sorry for the wait. But here it is, Zoe. I hope you like it. <3
It's what Zoe is made of.
She stands with her feet in the water, eyes towards the horizon, waiting for the north star to appear. Darker and darker, the sun sets, the tide comes in, and still she waits. She turns her head and sees it, the brightest of them all.
She waits and wishes and hopes and prays. She waits for the moment the little boy in the green tights will sail over the horizon. She waits for the glowing light and the pixie dust that will take her where she wants to go.
Never grow up. Never say goodbye. Peter, just one chance, just one night. Just a little faith and trust and pixie dust.
There's a spark in the sky, a flashing light and she knows it's just a satellite but times like these she can still pretend. She's still young and childish instincts aren't completely gone and that is all right with her.
She can still pretend and hope and dream and know that it's her friend, her best friend, waiting for her in Neverland. Just follow the star beyond the horizon and he'll be there will that trusty, tricky fairy and she'll never stop dreaming, never stop hoping.
Because who wants to grow up, anyway?
AN: It's really short, sorry for the wait. But here it is, Zoe. I hope you like it. <3
