I broke away from Michelle to see that Peter Pan was climbing out of the water through the rubble of broken boards and soggy sandwiches. I raced towards him the minute he was back onshore. I tackled him to the ground and hugged him profusely. "You're alive!" I sang, kissing him on each cheek. Realizing what I was doing, I pushed myself off of him and started kicking him. "You're alive," I snarled angrily, trying to cause as much pain as possible. "You made me think you were dead! You scared the crap out of me!" I kicked him once more. "Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again."

"Ow!" said Peter. "Ow, ow, ow!" He sheltered his head with his arms. Michelle pushed pass me and kneeled down to Peter.

"Oh, Peter!" she cooed. "You were so brave!" She was leaning down to kiss him like I had done.

"Oh, no you don't!" I snapped, yanking back on Michelle's puked-on hair. She gasped in surprise and fell backwards as Peter slowly got to his feet. He was smirking at me.

I scowled at him. "What are you looking at?" I demanded, showing him my fist. "My purse was on that ship with my cell phone and money and everything! My mum's going to be so pissed. I swear, if I ever see you again…" I trailed off, not knowing what I'd do to him if I happened to see him again. But I know it wouldn't be pleasant.

He continued to smirk as he took out my nail filer and started to shape his nails with it. "You were worried about me," he said simply, watching his nails instead of me.

"I…I most certainly was not!" I denied. "Like I said before, I'd feel bad if you died…"

"Admit it," he said smugly, putting the filer back in his pocket. "You were worried. I saw you crying back there."

"I was crying because I just had a very long day in which I was nearly killed by pirates in New York City on a date, no less, with a stalker boy I met a midnight. You'd be crying too!" I scowled at him.

He danced around me, grabbing my hands and pulling me into a spin. "Wendy was worried, Wendy was worried, Wendy was worried!" he sang gleefully. "Wendy likes me, Wendy likes me, Wendy-"

I shut him up by punching him in the eye.

He frowned at me as he stumbled back holding his eye. "If you like me," he said slowly, "you sure have a funny way of showing it."

"That's because I don't," I snapped. I wasn't lying. Peter was much too annoying and self-centered for me to like him. Well…except for the fact that he risked his life to save everyone back on that boat. Psh, whatever. Technicalities.

Peter put his arm around me as we walked away from the wreckage and towards the street, winding our way through flashing fire trucks and police cars.

"I must say," I admitted, "this was certainly the most exciting date I've ever been on."

"Don't be modest. I know you had fun," Peter accused me as I tried to push his arm off of me. "You got to poke a pirate in the butt and play a hero. Don't tell me that wasn't fun."

"Fun is too strong a word to describe what happened," I said hesitantly. "I'm sorry, but I don't think we'll be going out again anytime soon."

"Hmm," said Peter thoughtfully. "I could always tell your mother how I saved your life yet again. She'll make you continue to date me."

"You didn't save my life!" I snapped. "I saved my own life. Besides, you didn't save me before when your stupid cat attacked me. You only watched!"

"Your mother won't see it that way," he replied cheerfully.

"Seriously, what's your problem? All of those waitresses kept throwing themselves at you while we were eating and yet you're after the only girl who doesn't want you." I crossed my arms stonily.

Peter looked positively thrilled at this information. "They were throwing themselves at me? Really?"

"It was kind of hard to miss!" I told him in exasperation.

"I should have gotten their numbers," said Peter miserably. "Why couldn't you have told me that back in the restaurant?"

"Seriously? You would have gotten the numbers from a bunch of waitresses while you were on a date with me?" I demanded angrily.

"Well if you don't want me, there's no shame in going after the people that do," said Peter with a shrug. He sighed. "I'm sorry that our date had to end with a bang like that. I guess I'll just take you home."

"You're giving up just like that?" I asked in surprise.

"I kind of have to," Peter replied sadly. "Anyways, I hope your food was worth dying for, at least. Since…that's how it sort of turned out."

"Yeah," I agreed. "And you said I'd like it."

We made our way through an army of pigeons, keeping to the sidewalks as yet another fire truck wailed pass. The more we walked, the more I began to worry how I was going to explain all of this to my mother. She would never believe that we were attacked by pirates. I'd have to tell her I got caught in a rainstorm (to explain my wet clothes) and was mugged by a guy on a moped (to explain how I lost my purse).

"Well, well, well," said Peter in amusement, pulling me out of my plotting mode. There were six young guys wandering around on the sidewalk, looking at street signs with confused expressions on their faces. "Are you lost boys?" Peter asked them, smirking.

"Very funny, Peter," the tallest of the six replied dully. "No, we're not lost. We were going down to The Mermaid Lagoon because we heard you were going there for lunch…but we can't find it. There sure are a lot of fire trucks around though. Did the ship dock somewhere else or something?"

"Oh, no," said Peter seriously, "it didn't dock anywhere else."

"Did they go out of business?" another asked, looking disheartened.

"You could say that," Peter said sheepishly.

"Wait…why are you all wet?" the first boy added, his frown deepening.

"Funny story actually. Wendy, would you like to explain to them why I'm all wet and why The Mermaid Lagoon seems to be absent?" Peter prompted.

I blinked. "What, you're blaming me?"

"You were the one who poked Hook in the butt," he reminded me.

"That was a total accident! Besides, you would have done the same if you were that out of it." I scowled at him.

"What about the button-mashing, oh fearless one?" Peter questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"How was I supposed to know it would freeze up like that?" I shot at him.

"Are we missing something…?" one of the boys asked suspiciously.

"Wendy crashed our favorite sandwich shop into the dock," Peter said accusingly, narrowing his eyes at me.

"She what?" the boys chorused.

"The pirates were going to steal it anyways!" I exclaimed. "If it wasn't destroyed it'd just be captured!"

"So you admit it? You were the downfall of our beloved lunching spot?" Peter shot at me.

"I'm not admitting anything!" I snapped.

"Excuse me, when did you two get married?" the first boy asked cheerfully.

"Shut up Slightly," Peter hissed.

"Yeah, shut up Slightly," I added. Slightly gave me a weird look but fell silent. "Speaking of which, I don't know the rest of you guy's names."

"The twins' names are Binky and Marmaduke. That's Curly, Tootles, and Nibs. You already know Slightly," said Peter, waving his hand vaguely at the bunch. "You still crashed that ship," he added, eyes narrowed.

Tootles? Nibs? What kind of names were those? Not wanting to be rude, I just smiled politely and nodded at them.

"This waste of space is, of course, Wendy," Peter went on, addressing his friends.

"For someone who's so desperate to go out with me, you sure could be a little nicer," I told him with a frown.

The boys proceeded to make oohing sounds and wolf whistles at this information. "She sure got you pinned, Pete," Slightly teased. "Where'd you pick her up? The bus?" The boys seemed to think this was particularly funny.

"Yes, actually," Peter replied with an unfriendly smile.

"Oh."

Well that shut them up.

"So uh…Peter?" prompted Nibs. "Are you heading home or what?"

"Actually, I'm going to drop her off and then I'm coming home," Peter replied. I could see that his clothes were starting to dry because they were wrinkling up. He looked exhausted.

"That's okay, I can walk myself home," I offered. "You look tired. All that dancing must have worn you out."

"You went dancing?" Curly demanded. "With her?"

"No I went dancing with Cici," Peter replied, looking guilty.

"You went dancing with another girl while on a date with Wendy?" Slightly asked, surprised. "How'd you get away with that?"

"I was trying to impress her," Peter started to explain.

"By making her jealous?" Tootles piped up.

"I wasn't jealous!" I cut in.

"Wow, this sounds bad, doesn't it?" Peter asked hesitantly. "See…I was just…Wendy kissed me!"

Oh, changing the subject? Nice ploy.

All the boys spun around to look at me with their mouths gaping open. "You did what? Why would you do that? He was definitely two-timing you! I can't believe you kissed him! On the first date too!" they all chorused.

"He tricked me! He made me think he was dead!" I shouted over them. "It was only on the cheeks anyways."

Slightly turned to Peter. "Oh Peter, you dog. You sure come up with the weirdest ways of picking up girls."

This annoyed me so I decided I didn't need to defend myself any longer. I stepped out onto the curb and signaled for a taxi. One stopped for me almost the instant I stuck my hand out. I slammed the door behind me and looked out of the back window at Peter as he tried to chase after me, waving his arms for me to come back.

Yeah, right.

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A/N: Yeah I know this was kind of a boring chapter, but I needed to get the lost boys in somehow. Review. Now.