Thanksgiving Day
"Wyoming!" Peter welcomed the guests at the door that evening. He sloppily wore a green tie, the only alteration to his everyday Neverland leaf apparel. That was close to formal he would ever be.
"It's Naomi," The young witch corrected while holding hands with her boyfriend Billy.
"Silly!" Peter greeted, "How ya doin'?"
"It's Billy. Why do you have to forget my name every time I talk to you?"
"I'm not good with names,"
"Why?"
"Because I really don't give sponge to remember who are,"
"Oh really?" Billy looked at him incredulously then smirked, "Well, if that's the case, then it's great to see you Skeeter." He and Naomi strolled inside, leaving a surprised Peter.
"I think there's one more person coming over," Peter called to the people inside the new Lost Kid hideout before slamming the door, "I guess we can start without him. Since the food is not ready!"
"I'm working on it!" Jive yelled, irritated at the impatience, "Do you guys have any beryllium?"
Peter made an aggravating sound and flew up to the dinner table on the rooftop of the four story hideout. The table length was almost as large as the width of the building, which was about the width of a football field. Ornamental red and gold table cloth threaded the tabletop with fringes of acorns and dried berries native to Neverland. The entire roof was constructed out of palm fronds and patches of various colors of grass, giving a natural disco dance floor feel. But the true spectacle were the lights, the large orbs of rosy and milky light were strung from branch to branch. Even the trees were decorated in spangled Christmas lights.
He scanned the seats at the table. The head seat was empty, of course, it was for Peter anyway. The Lost Kids (except for Jive who was cooking) took up a quarter of the seats and Morgan (she wasn't necessarily a Lost), all of them were wearing fresh clothes and had taken a bath earlier (for once).
As the table goes on, Peter saw all of the Jackals and the Mai's seated next to the Losts and were acting civilized towards each other. Peter wasn't updated on how the two rivaling groups were treating each other lately but he could tell they were on speaking terms. Then next to them were Estelle and her family, Alice and the Wonderland tea party hosts, Annabeth and Nico from Camp Half-Blood, Sky the Pegasus and his mother, Annalise the unicorn, John, Jason, Kavika, Princess Tasina, and the latest guests to arrive, Billy and Naomi.
Peter walked on over to the head of the table and welcomed everybody, "Hello friends, allies, and domestic animal- human hybrids," He gestured to the Mai's and Jackals who didn't seem to like Peter's name for their kind.
"We are all here today for this holiday that I had only heard about just a few days ago. Apparently, people gather, eat dinner, and talk about how they were thankful for things like family and love and all that other stuff. I guess we can't start this holiday just yet since the food is not here. Jive is trying to build this machine to create food, so I don't know what do right now." Peter slumped into his chair and stared at everybody silently.
It was awkward.
Within the next 10 minutes, nobody said anything, no start for conversation, nothing. Peter couldn't take it anymore and never thought his desire for conversation so he enlisted help from the most talkative person at the table.
"Tasina!"
Her head shot up. She had been snoozing the night away, "Yeah?"
"Talk about something,"
"Um…let's see," Tasina scoped out the room for any subject of discussion, "So…what do the sun and I have in common?"
"What?" the entire table asked.
"We're both full of energy!" Tasina began chuckling too loudly at her own poor joke. She soon realized she was the only one laughing, "No?" Everybody shook their heads while Kavika mouthed the word 'Fail'
"We're both bright?" The princess tried again to only receive the same response, "Okay, moving on. Peter, I couldn't find the new hideout on my RPS (Realm Positioning System) what's up with that?"
"I couldn't even smell it," said Justin from the Jackal and Mai part of the table.
"Good thing you put tons of lights here or else all of us couldn't have found it," Alice noted while everyone nodded.
"It was part of security. The tourists and reporters just want to come and interview us. We need privacy too," Is explained, "Thanks to Annabeth, we can live here in peace and have tons of fun without having some sort of headlines concerning our rambunctious activities."
"Aww, you're welcome," Annabeth called from her place at the dinner table, "And with what had happened during the construction project, I was hesitant to come back to Neverland. But Nico convinced me to come since he wanted to visit and see all of you,"
"Wait, what happened when building the hideout?" John spoke on behalf of all the visitors who wondered.
"Oh it was a nightmare," Annabeth said before she proceeded into recounting her last trip to Neverland.
"I didn't know what I was getting myself into…"
A/N: I'm back! Sorry for the long wait. I've been bestowed upon the most dreaded honor of any kid during the summer: chores. I also had to finish a library book due tomorrow (10 chapters to go, no challenge). And news regarding for the sequel to Prophetical Seven: The Beginning, the story is in the works and is going to be debuting anytime soon. There's going to be action, comedy, drama, deaths, and a shocker of an ending. Who will be The Seven? Who is Avidma's leader? What is their plan to take over the Realm or is there more to it?
Thank you for all who supported and liked my story. I started this whole project pretty much out of a spontaneous act of craziness and now I'm confident in myself. Thank you again, Domestic Heart, taymontu, Nerdi Girl, Newbie, Lunarsky135, sfu99, and my parents, who gave me my lapton and don't know about my fanfiction activity.
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