A/N Hullo again. I dunno why im posting this. No one reviewed the first
chappie and im really mad! Everyone reviews my twins stories. She has like
seventy reviews for one story and I have two! TWO! Come on people! You can
do better than that! I might just stop posting chappies for this story. I
have loads to do and stuff. Im trying to get the lead in the school play,
and thats gonna be hard. Its between me and a work-a-holic. We're doing the
Music Man and she owns it and knows it and everything, so im listening to
my practice track none stop. Im really starting to miss Clocks now.... any
way, here the chappie!
Disclaimer- See chapter one
Chapter2
Peter felt something sting his already aching forehead with a groan and attempted to push it away, but his limbs were too heavy to work properly. He achingly pushed his eyes open to a very unfamiliar place. It appeared he was spread-eagled on a bed, soaking wet and with a head injury. Looking around a bit more, he saw another bed and several shelves and dressers with housed many assorted items, along with a window seat with squishy pillows on it. But by far the most prominent thing was the people in it. They were two girls who looked to be about his age. Well, relatively that is. Peter looked about fourteen or fifteen, though in actuality, he was a little over six hundred years old. One of the girls, the nearer, was tall. Very tall. Probably taller Peter himself. She had a masculine look about her, most noticeably lingering in her powerful limbs and facial features. Her hair was brown with...was that..green streaks in it? She had a very pronounced hourglass figure, and her lips turned up into a silly and rather mischievous grin. Her eyes were brown and as looked to be forming some devious plan as she looked him over. Her companion was another story.
She was of normal height, and shared her sister's (for they were obviously sisters) hourglass figure. Her hair was wavy brown and pulled away from her face by a bit of cloth in a similar way to the way the pirates used to hide their bald heads, though Peter definitely preferred it on the girl . Her face was some what smooth, though she had a few marks, as did her sister. Her lips were small and open slightly, and she peered at him out of eyes that would of made him stagger if not for the fact that he was lying down. Her glasses were small and suited her well. One very noticeable difference between the girls was that the shorter girl was a good deal more tan than her sister. It even had a slight red tinge to it, reminding him of Tiger Lily. For all her mouth was open, it was her sister that spoke first.
"Hi, I'm Anna Sandersan. I live here. You hit your head pretty badly. Lemme fix it up for you." Her voice was low and husky. She reached for her first aid kit to supply for peroxide for her cotton swab. Peter reeled back. That stuff had hurt! "Oh, is wittle Peter afwaid of da mean ole Anna for HELPING HIM!? Geez, I know what I'm doing..."
"She does. She's had to do to herself loads of times." Mary commented while mopping up some of the water that had soaked into the coverlet of the bed with a towel. Her voice was rich and deeply musical. 'I wonder how her singing voice sounds..' Peter found himself wondering.
"I'm not afraid of anything." He heard himself say. Mary smiled and Anna gave a very unladylike snort.
"I'm Mary." The obvious said. "And you're Peter Pan. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? I mean," she added hurriedly, "we don't want you to go. It's just that, well, you know, we never expected you to visit our window." Peter didn't wonder how she knew who he was. After all, his brave adventures were famous. He was famous, and according to himself, had every right and more to be.
"I wasn't going to come to your window." He said bluntly. "I was flying to visit Wendy when I got caught in the rain. I sped up and went towards Wendy's house, but the windows weren't open. I saw that the house's next doors were, so I flew in here and hit my head."
Mary continued mopping up the water and wouldn't meet his eye, while Anna put gauze on Peter's forehead and used a large bandage to hold it in place.
"Oh." Said the girls simultaneously. They had been hoping that he had come to take them to Neverland. "So you've never come to our house before?" Anna ventured.
"Yeah, once. I was leaving Wendy's house when I heard one of you crying in your sleep. It was you, I think." He said, pointing at Mary. "I came in and sat at the end of your bad and played my pipes for you until you were better." Mary's eyes widened.
"Oh! Thank you!" She exclaimed in disbelief. Anna shot her a death glare when something hit her.
"Wait! I remember that! I woke up a bit and heard flutes, but I didn't open my eyes, and that morning the window was open a bit and there was a place on Mary's bed that looked like someone had sat on it! That was you! Oh, cool..." Anna started mumbling to herself incoherently. Peter looked at her confusedly.
"She's skitzo." Mary said, seeing the looked on Peter's face. When he just looked more confused, she explained. "It's like she's two people and they talk to each other. It's quite funny when we're arguing." Peter laughed and (much to her surprise) so did Mary. Right now, she was terrified. She didn't know why, but she was. Normally, she wasn't scared of anything, but now, with Peter, her confidence came crumbling down.
"Hey, I got an idea! You can come and be our mothers like Wendy was!" Peter shouted.
Okay and for once do not be the mean heartless ppl that always seem to read my stories and REVIEW!
Disclaimer- See chapter one
Chapter2
Peter felt something sting his already aching forehead with a groan and attempted to push it away, but his limbs were too heavy to work properly. He achingly pushed his eyes open to a very unfamiliar place. It appeared he was spread-eagled on a bed, soaking wet and with a head injury. Looking around a bit more, he saw another bed and several shelves and dressers with housed many assorted items, along with a window seat with squishy pillows on it. But by far the most prominent thing was the people in it. They were two girls who looked to be about his age. Well, relatively that is. Peter looked about fourteen or fifteen, though in actuality, he was a little over six hundred years old. One of the girls, the nearer, was tall. Very tall. Probably taller Peter himself. She had a masculine look about her, most noticeably lingering in her powerful limbs and facial features. Her hair was brown with...was that..green streaks in it? She had a very pronounced hourglass figure, and her lips turned up into a silly and rather mischievous grin. Her eyes were brown and as looked to be forming some devious plan as she looked him over. Her companion was another story.
She was of normal height, and shared her sister's (for they were obviously sisters) hourglass figure. Her hair was wavy brown and pulled away from her face by a bit of cloth in a similar way to the way the pirates used to hide their bald heads, though Peter definitely preferred it on the girl . Her face was some what smooth, though she had a few marks, as did her sister. Her lips were small and open slightly, and she peered at him out of eyes that would of made him stagger if not for the fact that he was lying down. Her glasses were small and suited her well. One very noticeable difference between the girls was that the shorter girl was a good deal more tan than her sister. It even had a slight red tinge to it, reminding him of Tiger Lily. For all her mouth was open, it was her sister that spoke first.
"Hi, I'm Anna Sandersan. I live here. You hit your head pretty badly. Lemme fix it up for you." Her voice was low and husky. She reached for her first aid kit to supply for peroxide for her cotton swab. Peter reeled back. That stuff had hurt! "Oh, is wittle Peter afwaid of da mean ole Anna for HELPING HIM!? Geez, I know what I'm doing..."
"She does. She's had to do to herself loads of times." Mary commented while mopping up some of the water that had soaked into the coverlet of the bed with a towel. Her voice was rich and deeply musical. 'I wonder how her singing voice sounds..' Peter found himself wondering.
"I'm not afraid of anything." He heard himself say. Mary smiled and Anna gave a very unladylike snort.
"I'm Mary." The obvious said. "And you're Peter Pan. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? I mean," she added hurriedly, "we don't want you to go. It's just that, well, you know, we never expected you to visit our window." Peter didn't wonder how she knew who he was. After all, his brave adventures were famous. He was famous, and according to himself, had every right and more to be.
"I wasn't going to come to your window." He said bluntly. "I was flying to visit Wendy when I got caught in the rain. I sped up and went towards Wendy's house, but the windows weren't open. I saw that the house's next doors were, so I flew in here and hit my head."
Mary continued mopping up the water and wouldn't meet his eye, while Anna put gauze on Peter's forehead and used a large bandage to hold it in place.
"Oh." Said the girls simultaneously. They had been hoping that he had come to take them to Neverland. "So you've never come to our house before?" Anna ventured.
"Yeah, once. I was leaving Wendy's house when I heard one of you crying in your sleep. It was you, I think." He said, pointing at Mary. "I came in and sat at the end of your bad and played my pipes for you until you were better." Mary's eyes widened.
"Oh! Thank you!" She exclaimed in disbelief. Anna shot her a death glare when something hit her.
"Wait! I remember that! I woke up a bit and heard flutes, but I didn't open my eyes, and that morning the window was open a bit and there was a place on Mary's bed that looked like someone had sat on it! That was you! Oh, cool..." Anna started mumbling to herself incoherently. Peter looked at her confusedly.
"She's skitzo." Mary said, seeing the looked on Peter's face. When he just looked more confused, she explained. "It's like she's two people and they talk to each other. It's quite funny when we're arguing." Peter laughed and (much to her surprise) so did Mary. Right now, she was terrified. She didn't know why, but she was. Normally, she wasn't scared of anything, but now, with Peter, her confidence came crumbling down.
"Hey, I got an idea! You can come and be our mothers like Wendy was!" Peter shouted.
Okay and for once do not be the mean heartless ppl that always seem to read my stories and REVIEW!
