Chapter Four
Later that night, Peter summoned all of the Lost Boys and Westly into a cave he had found, being that his house had burned down, this would have to do until he and the Lost Boys could replace the tree house. Westly, that was the thought on Peter's mind all day. He wanted to thank him for saving his life in the burning tree house, but he still didn't trust him fully, because of what he claimed to see Tinkerbell do. So, Peter had decided to make Westly a Lost Boy in return for his acts that day. He had been working on another animal hood all day, this time a weasel. He chose this animal because he was still wary of Westly everywhere he went. Peter's mind went back to reality. The Lost Boys and their soon-to-be comrade were looking up at him sitting on his rock. Peter started to speak and their chatter stopped.
"Now boys, I think we all know what happened today, and who saved me." Peter said. The boys nodded knowingly and Tootles turned around to look at Westly better. Peter cleared his throat and started again.
"I would now like to recognize Westly as my savior and the new Lost Boy!" Peter said proudly. The boys started to applaud as Peter took two strides over to Westly and plopped the weasel hood over his head. "Congratulations Westly" Peter said with a smile. Westly looked at his hood, complete with animal ears, his fingers told him. He looked like he was going to explode with pleasure, but then his face twisted into anguish for just a second, but turned back to his regular face. He looked around to see if anyone had seen his moment of indecision. Peter smiled down at the new Lost Boy. "Thanks a lot Peter, though I really don't deserve it!" Westly said. The rest of the Lost Boys wandered off into their temporary home to find their beds. "Of course you do," Peter said, "You earned it, believe me. I would have been dead if it hadn't been for you. You saved me, and I owed you a debt of gratitude." Peter said. Westly's face looked like he swallowed a lemon. "You do want to be a Lost Boy don't you?" Peter added, seeing the look on Westly's face. Westly replied, his voice cracking in the process "Oh, yes Peter, I love it! It's just…" he trailed off. Peter looked at him, deep into the expression of his new companion's face, then said "Look, no matter what you say, you will always be a Lost Boy in my eyes. Now lets hit the sack, I'm beat!" "All right," Westly said, "Just give me a minute out here, don't wait up for me." Peter nodded his answer, caught up in a long yawn, and walked away towards the cave.
Westly pulled off his weasel hat, and went to find a place to sit. He found it by a nearby stream. He sat on a rock and started thinking. Westly fingered the trademark of his new position, his weasel hood. Why did Peter choose this specific animal? Didn't he trust him? After all, hadn't he been the one who saved Peter? Realization hit Westly like the rock he was sitting on. He bolted upright in his place. Did Peter know? No, that was silly, he couldn't know, could he? 'Well I will just have to be more careful in the future.' He thought to himself. He just couldn't let Peter know his secret. He would be rejected from their group. That was the last thing he wanted right now. Westly sighed and put his head into his hands. 'Well I guess I'd better get back' he thought. He reached the forest edge leading to the Lost Boy's cave, but was soon stopped. Light from the moon was shining on a silver hook. The worst part was that hook was attached to an arm and a body.
Ohhh….cliffhanger! Hey peeps! Sorry that this chapter was so short. I didn't really have much to put into it! Well I hope you liked it. I am now waiting until I get some more reviews before I go and put the next chapter up. There are going to be, at most, like six more chapters, though I doubt there will be that many. If you made it this far I am very glad. Apparently you have lots of patience! Well cya my fans! Kisses n hugz fore everyone! hehe :)
Later that night, Peter summoned all of the Lost Boys and Westly into a cave he had found, being that his house had burned down, this would have to do until he and the Lost Boys could replace the tree house. Westly, that was the thought on Peter's mind all day. He wanted to thank him for saving his life in the burning tree house, but he still didn't trust him fully, because of what he claimed to see Tinkerbell do. So, Peter had decided to make Westly a Lost Boy in return for his acts that day. He had been working on another animal hood all day, this time a weasel. He chose this animal because he was still wary of Westly everywhere he went. Peter's mind went back to reality. The Lost Boys and their soon-to-be comrade were looking up at him sitting on his rock. Peter started to speak and their chatter stopped.
"Now boys, I think we all know what happened today, and who saved me." Peter said. The boys nodded knowingly and Tootles turned around to look at Westly better. Peter cleared his throat and started again.
"I would now like to recognize Westly as my savior and the new Lost Boy!" Peter said proudly. The boys started to applaud as Peter took two strides over to Westly and plopped the weasel hood over his head. "Congratulations Westly" Peter said with a smile. Westly looked at his hood, complete with animal ears, his fingers told him. He looked like he was going to explode with pleasure, but then his face twisted into anguish for just a second, but turned back to his regular face. He looked around to see if anyone had seen his moment of indecision. Peter smiled down at the new Lost Boy. "Thanks a lot Peter, though I really don't deserve it!" Westly said. The rest of the Lost Boys wandered off into their temporary home to find their beds. "Of course you do," Peter said, "You earned it, believe me. I would have been dead if it hadn't been for you. You saved me, and I owed you a debt of gratitude." Peter said. Westly's face looked like he swallowed a lemon. "You do want to be a Lost Boy don't you?" Peter added, seeing the look on Westly's face. Westly replied, his voice cracking in the process "Oh, yes Peter, I love it! It's just…" he trailed off. Peter looked at him, deep into the expression of his new companion's face, then said "Look, no matter what you say, you will always be a Lost Boy in my eyes. Now lets hit the sack, I'm beat!" "All right," Westly said, "Just give me a minute out here, don't wait up for me." Peter nodded his answer, caught up in a long yawn, and walked away towards the cave.
Westly pulled off his weasel hat, and went to find a place to sit. He found it by a nearby stream. He sat on a rock and started thinking. Westly fingered the trademark of his new position, his weasel hood. Why did Peter choose this specific animal? Didn't he trust him? After all, hadn't he been the one who saved Peter? Realization hit Westly like the rock he was sitting on. He bolted upright in his place. Did Peter know? No, that was silly, he couldn't know, could he? 'Well I will just have to be more careful in the future.' He thought to himself. He just couldn't let Peter know his secret. He would be rejected from their group. That was the last thing he wanted right now. Westly sighed and put his head into his hands. 'Well I guess I'd better get back' he thought. He reached the forest edge leading to the Lost Boy's cave, but was soon stopped. Light from the moon was shining on a silver hook. The worst part was that hook was attached to an arm and a body.
Ohhh….cliffhanger! Hey peeps! Sorry that this chapter was so short. I didn't really have much to put into it! Well I hope you liked it. I am now waiting until I get some more reviews before I go and put the next chapter up. There are going to be, at most, like six more chapters, though I doubt there will be that many. If you made it this far I am very glad. Apparently you have lots of patience! Well cya my fans! Kisses n hugz fore everyone! hehe :)