Here's another random day at W.D. Academy! Note: Since these are all more or less episodic, they aren't really all that related to each other, except for any feelings characters might have for another

You: …

Oh, you'll get it as you read…I hope…

Warning for this chapter: crude humor (typical teenage boy humor), and OOC-ness, and slight hints of slash (you might have to squint to see it).

As for their ages, I'd say they are mostly sixteen, maybe seventeen.


~Life Long Dreams~

"You know what I've always wanted to do?"

"…Fulfill your goal in screwing every woman, and possibly man, who moves?"

Pause.

"Close, but not exactly where I was going."

Pinocchio really didn't want to, but he looked up from the book he was studying from and stared at his friend, who was sitting on his dorm bed Indian style. Mowgli, who was sitting right next to Pinocchio on the floor, didn't look up from his book. He just continued to read his book.

"Fine, I'll bite," he sighed. "What have you always wanted to do, Pete?"

Peter grinned.

"Have random sex in a restaurant."

Pinocchio stared at him. Mowgli stared at him. Peter stared back.

"…You sick, twisted, mo-fo of a man-whore." Mowgli shook his head, and then went back to his studying.

Peter scowled. "Hey, I'm not a man-whore!"

"Oh, really?" Pinocchio raised an eyebrow, a sardonic smile on his face. "Then what are you?"

"I'm a man-slut."

Mowgli looked back up. "What's the difference?"

"Whores get paid for to have sex," Peter explained with a smirk. "Sluts provide a free civil service."

"Dear, sweet Jesus." Pinocchio pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can't believe he actually said that," he grumbled.

"Even so, why would you want to have sex in a restaurant?" Mowgli quirked an eyebrow. "You do realize how tacky that is, right?"

"…Yeah," was the awkward reply. Then Peter smiled at his two friends. "But think about it, guys. The fancy five star meals, the sophisticated talking, the music playing in the background—can you picture it?"

"Yeah," both Mowgli and Pinocchio replied, nodding.

"Great. Now, imagine the peaceful atmosphere to be broken when one of the employees discovers a scandalous tryst occurring in one of the bathroom stalls, or, better yet, one of the private tables. Everyone screams, police are called, and the lovers are banned from the establishment, their reputations going down in history as the most scandalous thing to have happened this side of Fantasia…"

Pinocchio gaped at the boy as his expression got dreamy and his eyes glittered. "You've really…thought about this, haven't you?"

"Yep."

"Pete, that's gross!"

"Don't knock it when you haven't tried it."

Pinocchio groaned and shook his head. How he managed to find such an attention seeker for a best friend, he'll never know.

"You know," Mowgli said softly. "He kind of has a point…"

"Mowgli!" Pinocchio gaped.

"Aw, come on you know that's not what I mean," he replied. "I mean the whole concept of our aspirations and all that crap…"

"Oh, great. What have you wanted to do?"

Mowgli paused, blinking. Then a slow smile grew on his face.

"I want to live in the jungle."

Peter stared at him, then back at Pinocchio.

"And you mock my dream."

"Oh, shut up. At least his is plausible and probably legal." Pinocchio nodded at Mowgli. "Continue Mowgli."

"As I was saying," he continued. "I want to live in the jungle so I can be around animals. You guys know how much I like animals."

"So what will you be?" Peter propped his arm up and leaned his face on his palm. "A zoologist or something?"

"I'm not really sure yet, but I know I want to work with animals in the jungle."

Pinocchio smiled. "That's good. I'm sure that dream will come true."

"I hope so…" Mowgli sighed. "What about you, Pinocchio?"

"I want to try to make toys like my dad. He always makes children happy with his puppets and teddy bears." He dreamily and sighed, "And Alice would be by my side, with our children in her arms…"

Peter smirked and raised an eyebrow. "You've really thought about this, haven't you, Pinoke?"

The other boy's dreamy nod was enough to make him let out a laugh.

"You are such a sucker, Pinocchio, I swear you are." He shook his head.

Pinocchio rolled his eyes. "You're just upset because you don't have a significant other to share you dreams with, as twisted they may be."

Peter shrugged. "Go ahead, think what you want. Just make note that I don't want a steady relationship. I'm young and hot, so I should be free to have as much fun as I can. And even if I did want a 'special someone', I highly doubt that there is anyone out there, male or female, who is good enough for me."

"Didn't you once have a crush on that girl who lived next to you?" Mowgli asked.

"What girl?" Peter's eyes widened as he grinned. "Oh, you mean Wendy! Yeah, what about her?"

Pinocchio looked curious. "What happened to her?"

"Yeah, what stopped you from pursuit?" Mowgli added.

Peter hummed, his face blank. "Well, to start," he put up a hand and counted off his fingers. "There's the twelve year age gap between us."

Pinocchio's eyes widened. "Oh."

"…Then there's the wedding ring on her finger…"

Mowgli shrugged. "So she's older and is married, big deal."

"And, of course, there's the little three-year-old girl that she and her husband come home to after picking her up from day care."

Mowgli cringed. "Okay, I think I get it now."

"Yeah, and to top it off, there's a little baby boy on the way," Peter finished off, huffing his chest out slightly with pride.

"You look upset," Pinocchio commented sarcastically.

The redhead scoffed and waved him off. "Of course I'm not. It may have been the closest to love I experienced, but it was still nothing more than the typical boyhood crush on the babysitter. Wendy's more like a mother to me anyway."

"Guess you'll have to find someone else to have your little dream," Mowgli chuckled.

Peter laughed back. "Yeah, I guess so…"

"Hey do you guys wanna know what my dream is?"

All three teenage boys stiffened, as their eyes went wide. They each took in their own individual gulps and stiffly turned their necks to see who was at the door, though they already knew.

"To see all three of you come back from Tremaine's math exam with, at least, a B+."

Arthur Pendragon stood at the door with his arms crossed and his face wearing a demanding, almost regal, expression.

"Now, get back to work," he commanded in an even tone.

All three boys groaned as they tilted their heads forward. They all hated math, and they hated math with Lady Tremaine the most.

"Arthur, this whole thing doesn't even make any sense," Mowgli complained.

"Yeah, we need so much help, so badly," Pinocchio whimpered, making his big eyes go watery like the typical upsettingly cute loli-shota (look it up if you don't understand).

"Agreed, starting with this weird…crap. What the hell does this table with the 'p' and 'q' have to do with anything?" Peter griped. "Last I checked they are letters, not numbers."

Arthur rolled his eyes as he walked over to him. "It's called a 'Truth Table'; it is one of the topics of Sequential Math II."

Peter blinked at him. "What…?"

Arthur regarded him with a cool, yet dangerous expression.

"…You don't pay attention in that class at all, do you Pete?"

He chuckled nervously, subconciously running a hand through his red hair. "Arthur, when was the last time I told you how much I appreciated having you as my friend?"

"…Never, actually. Now come on, we've gotta focus."

"…Yes, sir."

"Oh, and Peter?"

"Yeah…?"

"Random restaurant sex is not only tacky and disgusting, it's also unsanitary and risky—no matter how clean the place is," Arthur stated. "If I hear that you actually try it, with a stranger no less, I will go out and buy you a bloody chastity belt, and chain you down if I have to."

Peter's eyes widened a fraction, and then he smirked playfully. "Why, Arthur, I had no idea you cared."

Arthur flushed lightly and turned his head to the opposite side. "Let's just get to work, you psycho."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Pendragon."

Mowgli and Pinocchio looked at each other, and then regarded Peter and Arthur suspiciously. Their eyes narrowed.

"Where would you get a chastity belt these days?" Pinocchio whispered.

Mowgli shrugged, humming the universal sound for "I dunno".


Peter Pan, bi?

Sorry, I just couldn't resist. (I have such a sick mind…) And I couldn't resist making him a slight nympho sort of bastard either. I'm not doing it to make him perverted (not completely anyway); I'm trying to show how much of an attention whore he could be. I mean, if he actually grew older, he would probably still act like a little attention seeking child. As an attention seeker, he would probably do anything to get eyes all on him.

At least, that's my interpretation of it. To tell you the truth, I'm not a huge fan of Peter Pan, and I don't mean just the cartoon, I mean the literary character in general. So if I mess with the character, it's really more for my benefit than yours.

Sorry if it bothers you, but that's how it is.