A/n: Woah, took me a while, but here be the next chapter. Arrrr. ^.^ No, I
have NOT been watching Pirates of the Caribbean too much!!! ^.^() Heh,
anyway. Thanks to my one and only reviewer, AngelGoddessMissy, who actually
added this to her favorites list. GO MISSY! ^.^ And for clarification,
Emily is a foulmouthed 16 year old girl. ^.^ Ok, not much to say except
that I still don't own Peter Pan, or Neverland. Damn, no royalties for me.
I also like to THINK that I own Kurt Cobain, but I really don't. Goddammit,
don't I get ANYTHING cool?! Anywho, Chapter 2. (Oh man, that freakin
RHYMED! Yeah ME!)
(~"This has all happened before"~) By: Harlem
"I've gone completely unhinged", Emily muttered. "I've been on the internet too much, and it really HAS rotted my brain! Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck."
"Fuck," the boy repeated, looking quite proud of himself.
Emily glared at him. "Great!" she exclaimed in false pride, "Now I have Peter Pan saying 'fuck'. What a weeeeird sense of reality I'm having."
Peter hissed and pulled out his knife. "How do you know my name?!" he growled.
Emily gave him an unimpressed look. "Please. Because you HAVEN'T been a legend for, like, EVER."
"I haven't?" Peter looked more than a little put-out. He slid his knife back into its sheath and sank to the floor Indian-style, pouting all the way.
"It's sarcasm, Peter. Saying the opposite of what is meant in a wry or joking manner." She rolled her eyes.
"Oh," Peter said. He then suddenly leapt into the air, crowing. "OH THE CLEVERNESS OF-"
"Shut the hell up, you didn't do anything." Emily yanked on his foot and Peter landed on the ground with a *thump*. "Why are you here, anyway? Don't you hang around London, and shit? This is MISSOURI. There's nothing HERE." She waved her arms around for emphasis.
Peter began picking items up off of the floor around him. "What are these?" he asked, innocently, holding up a pair of underwear.
"Give me those!" Emily snatched them from his hand and threw them into a corner. "And don't avoid the question, why the hell are you HERE?"
"I like the music," Peter simply replied. Then, as if to prove that he too was musical, he whipped out his pan pipes and began to play.
"The music...? Do you mean-" Emily pushed play on her DVD player. Within a few seconds, the tortured, ingenius screams of Kurt Cobain filled the air.
Peter made a face. "No. I meant when YOU sing it." He resumed playing his pipes.
In spite of herself, Emily felt rather pleased. "Well, thank you, I-"
"So you'll be our mother then? Er-er-er-er-errrrrrrrrrr!" Peter beamed and flew in circles around the room, crowing.
"WHAT?!?!?!!!" Emily screeched in total horror. "Nonononononono NO! I am NOT going to be your MOTHER!!!"
Peter glared at her. "Why not."
"Well for starters, I hate kids."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"Because!"
"Why?"
"Because of shit like THAT! God, it's so OBNOXIOUS! And another thing! I can't miss any school. Like, at all. You miss one day at my high school, and you're SCREWED."
Peter made another disgusted face. "School? There's no school in Neverland, Emily."
She rolled her eyes again. "I know. But I have school HERE. Jesus, boys just don't LISTEN, do they?"
Peter smiled a smile he thought no woman could resist. "Well, one girl is worth twenty boys."
"HA! I'm not falling for that! That's exactly what you said to Wendy!"
"What's a 'Wendy'?"
A/N: Ok, that's all for now, I suppose I'll update again...maybe. I happen to like this exchange coming up, so more than likely, I will. Um, review and I'll give you some String Cheese, because everyone like String Cheese!!
(~"This has all happened before"~) By: Harlem
"I've gone completely unhinged", Emily muttered. "I've been on the internet too much, and it really HAS rotted my brain! Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck."
"Fuck," the boy repeated, looking quite proud of himself.
Emily glared at him. "Great!" she exclaimed in false pride, "Now I have Peter Pan saying 'fuck'. What a weeeeird sense of reality I'm having."
Peter hissed and pulled out his knife. "How do you know my name?!" he growled.
Emily gave him an unimpressed look. "Please. Because you HAVEN'T been a legend for, like, EVER."
"I haven't?" Peter looked more than a little put-out. He slid his knife back into its sheath and sank to the floor Indian-style, pouting all the way.
"It's sarcasm, Peter. Saying the opposite of what is meant in a wry or joking manner." She rolled her eyes.
"Oh," Peter said. He then suddenly leapt into the air, crowing. "OH THE CLEVERNESS OF-"
"Shut the hell up, you didn't do anything." Emily yanked on his foot and Peter landed on the ground with a *thump*. "Why are you here, anyway? Don't you hang around London, and shit? This is MISSOURI. There's nothing HERE." She waved her arms around for emphasis.
Peter began picking items up off of the floor around him. "What are these?" he asked, innocently, holding up a pair of underwear.
"Give me those!" Emily snatched them from his hand and threw them into a corner. "And don't avoid the question, why the hell are you HERE?"
"I like the music," Peter simply replied. Then, as if to prove that he too was musical, he whipped out his pan pipes and began to play.
"The music...? Do you mean-" Emily pushed play on her DVD player. Within a few seconds, the tortured, ingenius screams of Kurt Cobain filled the air.
Peter made a face. "No. I meant when YOU sing it." He resumed playing his pipes.
In spite of herself, Emily felt rather pleased. "Well, thank you, I-"
"So you'll be our mother then? Er-er-er-er-errrrrrrrrrr!" Peter beamed and flew in circles around the room, crowing.
"WHAT?!?!?!!!" Emily screeched in total horror. "Nonononononono NO! I am NOT going to be your MOTHER!!!"
Peter glared at her. "Why not."
"Well for starters, I hate kids."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"Because!"
"Why?"
"Because of shit like THAT! God, it's so OBNOXIOUS! And another thing! I can't miss any school. Like, at all. You miss one day at my high school, and you're SCREWED."
Peter made another disgusted face. "School? There's no school in Neverland, Emily."
She rolled her eyes again. "I know. But I have school HERE. Jesus, boys just don't LISTEN, do they?"
Peter smiled a smile he thought no woman could resist. "Well, one girl is worth twenty boys."
"HA! I'm not falling for that! That's exactly what you said to Wendy!"
"What's a 'Wendy'?"
A/N: Ok, that's all for now, I suppose I'll update again...maybe. I happen to like this exchange coming up, so more than likely, I will. Um, review and I'll give you some String Cheese, because everyone like String Cheese!!