A/N: Look! Two chapters in one night. :) Going to set work on the next. I'm going to try and speed things up coming up. Enjoy! :)
Oh, also Scarlet is a made up place, made up school. I chose Montana because it's random but I'm also very familiar with it... So it's a bit easier to write about it if I need to do things about the area!
Once school started, I didn't see Peter as much mainly since he was a grade above me. Scarlet Elementary School wasn't very large since Scarlet, Montana wasn't a large city. Heck what place in Montana was large? Due to the size I was able to see Peter occasionally in the halls, but always during lunch. Our lunch and recesses didn't quite match up, the fifth graders would be sent to recess ten minutes after my class went to lunch and then they would be sent back in to class ten minutes after we were sent out. But for those twenty minutes each day Peter would make sure to find me and talk to me. Peter quickly made other friends and though they would always tease him, he didn't stop spending time with me.
That year went by way too quickly, Peter had become my new best friend. During the school year I had a new baby brother, John. My parents became pretty busy with him, which was fine. But I ended up spending more time with Peter because of it. I knew that once that year ended he would be off to the middle school, and though the year after I would be there too, it was sad to think that one of my best friend's wouldn't be at the same school as me. My other best friend, Julia would tease me about it.
"You like him, Diana, admit it!" Julia giggled.
I crinkled my nose at her. "I do not! He's my best friend, just like you. You hang out with him too at my house, you're going to miss him being here also, you know."
"Yes but see! We'll still hang out at your house. It'll be fine! Just because you won't see him at lunch doesn't mean the world is over, Diana. We still have one more week of school and then we can hang out all day during the summer."
"I guess you're right," I sighed. "You're coming over and spending the night tonight, right?"
"Yep!" Julia smiled.
"How are my two favorite fourth graders doing?" We looked up and saw Peter faintly smiling at us.
Julia rolled her eyes and frowned. "We're basically the only fourth graders that you know. It doesn't count."
"So?" Peter shrugged. "Listen I can't stay the whole time today, there's a dodge ball game outside that the gang has planned. But I'll see you guys on the bus, right?"
"Oh no, what will we do without having you here with us for ten. Whole. Minutes," Julia said before I could respond. I always admired her comebacks. I knew she had most of her wit from her older siblings.
"Okay, okay I get it. I'll see you guys later," Peter smiled brightly at me before heading outside.
"Sometimes I think that you're too much like your older siblings, Julia," I sighed.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing."
"Whatever. I had to reply before you could get all sad about him not spending time with us in the last few days of us all being at the school together. I saw that look on your face."
I stared at her before shaking my head. "You seem too old. Go away."
Julia just laughed and hugged me.
The last week of school went by quickly and then came the "graduation" ceremony for the fifth graders to celebrate their journey to middle school. Afterwards was a small party at the Kensington's house. It was a joint party for Peter and some of his friends, mainly a lot of parents just eating and talking while us kids played. It was actually pretty fun, until James, Peter's dad started arguing with another kid's dad. Molly tried to get him to calm down but by then the party was pretty much over. That night I sat in my room that night, trying to not listen to the arguing between Molly and James but it was kind of difficult with my window open.
"Diana, darling?"
I look up to see my mom in my room. "Hm?"
"Why don't we close this window for now… We can open it back up for Peter later," she smiled.
I sat there for a second, not knowing if she meant Pan or Kensington. But then I smiled and said okay. After she closed the window, Mother sat by me on the bed and hugged me.
"You know your Father and I love you a lot, right?"
"Yeah," I said looking up at her.
Just then my dad walked in with John in his arms. "We know this has been a rough year, getting into the flow of things with John and everything. But you've done really well and you've been a big help!" he beamed at me.
Dad put John in my arms and I smiled. "He's my baby brother. Of course I want to help."
My parents both smiled as I tickled his cheeks. "You've really grown up since he was born! Just remember to not grow up too fast…" Mom said.
"Mom! I can't do that. If I grow up then I can't go to Neverland!" I joked.
Just then John laughed, as if he understood and knew how silly it was. My dad laughed and said, "Hey! I guess that means a new faerie was just born!"
My parents then took John and said goodnight to me before leaving my room and closing the door. I sighed before looking over to my window. I saw a light go on, then off, then on and off quickly again. I smiled and did the same with my lamp before going to open my window up.
I noticed that it was quiet now, no more arguing and that most of the lights were off in the Kensington's house. I sat in bed and a few minutes later Peter came into my room.
"Hey," Peter said quietly.
"Hey," I smiled. "How does it feel to be a middle schooler?"
"I'll let you know when I find out," he laughed.
It was silent for a bit before Peter came to sit on my bed.
"Are your parents okay?" I asked.
Peter looked away for a bit before responding. "Yeah. They're fine."
Silence fell upon the room again.
"Tell me a story."
Peter blinked at me a few times. "What?"
"I always have to read a Peter Pan story to you. Now it's your turn to tell ME a story."
"I suppose that seems fair… Hmmm…"
I smiled as he looked thoughtfully at my ceiling. Finally he scooted next to me and started.
"Once upon a time," he started.
"Oh, this is going to be good!" I interrupted.
"Obviously. Once upon a time, there was a cat. And she went to go play with the dog next door. Then she got run over. The end."
I stared at Peter for a long time, who had an amused look on his face.
"That was awful. You can't tell stories anymore.
