A/N I seem to be pumping out these stories! This idea hit me at like
midnight last night and I had to get up and type it. Please tell me what
you think.
Disclaimer: I own Marguerite and the plot. Tyler and Tristan own themselves.
Chapter1
"The pirate princess of Neverland! That's me!" Marguerite shouted as she parried one of Tyler's blows. She ducked to avoid Tristan's sword, and jumped atop the rather unpleasant eggplant purple couch. "Haha! You've met your match in me Peter Pan!" The red crushed velvet skirt of Marguerite's pirate costume swished about her legs as she jumped over the younger boys heads. Unfortunently, she miscalculated and fell just as she landed. Tyler and Tristan's "swords" were immediately pressed against her throat. "Okay, okay, you win," Marguerite gasped raspily. The only replies were the exhausted pants of "Peter Pan" and "Slightly." The boys removed their weapons and the three sat down on the couch after helping the girl up.
"Alright, story time now." Tyler, or Peter Pan, as he was called when they were role playing, said. He was still exhausted, but looked very pleased with himself overall. He was the eldest of the boys, for he was almost ten.
"Okay. Which one?" Marguerite panted. The mock battle had been fun, but the "Pirate Princess of Neverland" was drained nonetheless. She was the eldest of the three, though she was not related to the boys. She was just the babysitter, and they her "charges," as she liked to say. Being thirteen, she was of a perfect age to be babysitting, for she was old enough to take care of others, and young enough to still be a child and therefor enjoy things such as the typical routine of their Thursday nights, on which Tyler and Tristan's parents always went out to dinner: sword fight with Tyler as Peter Pan, Marguerite as either Captain Hook, Wendy (but only if Tristan was Captain Hook), or her favorite: Marguerite, the pirate princess of Neverland. There was, of course, no pirate princess on Neverland, so this was a character of the real Marguerite's invention. Tristan took various roles, mostly as Lost Boys, John, Michael, one of the Indians, or even Captain Hook. None of them had ever won any more times than the other, for none of them ever won more than two nights in a row. Marguerite felt it was best this way, and did her best to keep this as the routine.
"I want the story of the white bird!" Tristan cried, not fatigued in the least. His boundless energy never failed to astound and bamboozle Marguerite, who never got enough sleep.
"NO!" Tyler cried. "The story with Tiger Lily and Marooner's Rock!"
"The Great White Bird!"
"Tiger Lily and Marooner's Rock!"
"Great white bird!"
"Marooner's Rock!"
"Bird!"
"Rock!"
"Bird!"
"Rock!"
Marguerite considered telling both, since they were almost the same thing, but since Tristan obviously had had enough fighting for one night, and Tyler obviously couldn't get enough, the babysitter could guess how the story would go. She would tell the Marooner's Rock bit, and Tyler would be fascinated, but Tristan would fall asleep. She would move on to the White Bird part, and Tyler would complain and try to get her to stop. If she did, Tristan would complain that she didn't tell it when he woke up. If she did, she risked Tyler's protests waking Tristan, and Tristan is not a pleasant person when woken by something other than his internal clock. Besides, it would be pointless to tell a story to a sleeping person.
"HUSH!!!" Marguerite hollered. The boys, shocked out of their argument, fell silent at once. "That's better. I'm not going to tell either story." The boys groaned in unison. "Since you can't agree, I'm going to tell my favorite story. The one of Marguerite, The Pirate Princess of Neverland!"
The boys mouthed the last sentence along with her. They had heard it too many times to count, but even so, they looked attentively to the eldest among them. The story had been told many times, but it never failed to fascinate them.
"The story begins with Captain Hook, for once with a soft look upon his hard face, standing in his cabin and gazing sweetly down on the bundle of blankets within his arms."
A/N Okay, thats it. same with my other stories (one of which is not doing so well. Please read and review Leaving Them Behind! Its very good!). five reviews, I write, ten, I post.
Disclaimer: I own Marguerite and the plot. Tyler and Tristan own themselves.
Chapter1
"The pirate princess of Neverland! That's me!" Marguerite shouted as she parried one of Tyler's blows. She ducked to avoid Tristan's sword, and jumped atop the rather unpleasant eggplant purple couch. "Haha! You've met your match in me Peter Pan!" The red crushed velvet skirt of Marguerite's pirate costume swished about her legs as she jumped over the younger boys heads. Unfortunently, she miscalculated and fell just as she landed. Tyler and Tristan's "swords" were immediately pressed against her throat. "Okay, okay, you win," Marguerite gasped raspily. The only replies were the exhausted pants of "Peter Pan" and "Slightly." The boys removed their weapons and the three sat down on the couch after helping the girl up.
"Alright, story time now." Tyler, or Peter Pan, as he was called when they were role playing, said. He was still exhausted, but looked very pleased with himself overall. He was the eldest of the boys, for he was almost ten.
"Okay. Which one?" Marguerite panted. The mock battle had been fun, but the "Pirate Princess of Neverland" was drained nonetheless. She was the eldest of the three, though she was not related to the boys. She was just the babysitter, and they her "charges," as she liked to say. Being thirteen, she was of a perfect age to be babysitting, for she was old enough to take care of others, and young enough to still be a child and therefor enjoy things such as the typical routine of their Thursday nights, on which Tyler and Tristan's parents always went out to dinner: sword fight with Tyler as Peter Pan, Marguerite as either Captain Hook, Wendy (but only if Tristan was Captain Hook), or her favorite: Marguerite, the pirate princess of Neverland. There was, of course, no pirate princess on Neverland, so this was a character of the real Marguerite's invention. Tristan took various roles, mostly as Lost Boys, John, Michael, one of the Indians, or even Captain Hook. None of them had ever won any more times than the other, for none of them ever won more than two nights in a row. Marguerite felt it was best this way, and did her best to keep this as the routine.
"I want the story of the white bird!" Tristan cried, not fatigued in the least. His boundless energy never failed to astound and bamboozle Marguerite, who never got enough sleep.
"NO!" Tyler cried. "The story with Tiger Lily and Marooner's Rock!"
"The Great White Bird!"
"Tiger Lily and Marooner's Rock!"
"Great white bird!"
"Marooner's Rock!"
"Bird!"
"Rock!"
"Bird!"
"Rock!"
Marguerite considered telling both, since they were almost the same thing, but since Tristan obviously had had enough fighting for one night, and Tyler obviously couldn't get enough, the babysitter could guess how the story would go. She would tell the Marooner's Rock bit, and Tyler would be fascinated, but Tristan would fall asleep. She would move on to the White Bird part, and Tyler would complain and try to get her to stop. If she did, Tristan would complain that she didn't tell it when he woke up. If she did, she risked Tyler's protests waking Tristan, and Tristan is not a pleasant person when woken by something other than his internal clock. Besides, it would be pointless to tell a story to a sleeping person.
"HUSH!!!" Marguerite hollered. The boys, shocked out of their argument, fell silent at once. "That's better. I'm not going to tell either story." The boys groaned in unison. "Since you can't agree, I'm going to tell my favorite story. The one of Marguerite, The Pirate Princess of Neverland!"
The boys mouthed the last sentence along with her. They had heard it too many times to count, but even so, they looked attentively to the eldest among them. The story had been told many times, but it never failed to fascinate them.
"The story begins with Captain Hook, for once with a soft look upon his hard face, standing in his cabin and gazing sweetly down on the bundle of blankets within his arms."
A/N Okay, thats it. same with my other stories (one of which is not doing so well. Please read and review Leaving Them Behind! Its very good!). five reviews, I write, ten, I post.