A/N Hello all! Merry Christmas! Did any of you see Peter Pan today, the one
with Jeremy Sumpter (my Jeremy Sumpter, just so you know. What? You say
he's not mine. Just shows how much you know! Well, you're right, but hey, a
girl can dream). I must say, it was one awefully AWESOME!!!!!!!!! Movie! I
must also say that Racheal was amazing. I haven't seen that much talent in
years! I must also also say that Jeremy was looking quite nice up there.
Neway, here's the chapter.
Disclaimer: See chapter 6
Chapter7
Peter gleefully dropped the packs on the ground with a thud, not thinking of the contents. Amazingly, the sleeping girls didn't wake, though Anna let out a groan and Mary turned over.
"What are you going to do now, Peter?" Tinker Bell asked.
"I'll just wait for them to wake up. It's almost nine thirty. They shouldn't be long." Peter answered.
Tinker Bell let out a laugh. "You silly ass! You're so ignorant!"
Peter didn't know what ignorant meant, but he gathered that it was uncomplimentary.
"The same to you!"
Tinker Bell huffed and flew into her apartment. Peter sat grumpily down in his chair to wait for the girls to wake. So he waited. And waited. And waited. He sat there, staring at the twins sprawled across the ground for near an hour, an amazing feat for Peter. Eventually he fell into a dreamless sleep.
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"HEY YOU!!!!!! WAKE UP!!!!!! W-A-K-E U-P!!!!!!" Someone shouted in Peter's ear. He then felt gentle poking on his bear chest.
"Wwwakkie wakie, eggs and bacie (A/N Like bacon, but take off the "on" and put "ie")" Another voice said. Groaning inwardly, Peter kicked at the voices without opening his eyes.
"WHOA!"
"YIPE!" Came the voices again, then a sigh.
"Fine, I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice."
Peter felt hands gentle ease their way into his blond, curly hair. He was beginning to enjoy the feeling, letting it lull him back to sleep after a restless night of carrying Mary (who had been slung over his back) and Anna (who had been in a sack made of her own sheets). Just then, the hands gripped hand-fulls of his hair and yanked back sharply, causing pain to shoot through his head where the hair was attached to his head and the back of his neck, which had been bent painfully over the back of the chair. Immediately, his hands reached for his dagger and pressed it against his attacker's wrists. Peter twisted in his seat and opened his eyes, to find Mary with hand (which had previously been holding his hair) wide and spread- eagled in the air. He eyes were wide and held poorly hidden fear. Peter let out a breath.
"Why'd ya do that?" He demanded severely.
"To wake you. Anna couldn't do it shouting, and I couldn't do it poking, and then you tried to kick us, so I wrenched your hair." Peter sighed.
"You could have just. just." but he was at a lost for words. He couldn't think what would have woken him fully other than pain. "Just don't do it again, or you'll be meeting the croc that was Hook's end!" even though Peter knew he could never feed either girls to the fearsome croc. Anna was too unusual to loose, and Mary had a sense of self he had yet to meet in anyone, save for himself.
"Yessir." The girls chorused.
"As it should be," Peter replied. "Now, what do you say I teach you to fly?"
A/N I am SSOOOOOOOOOOO sorry it took me so long to update! You guys have been awesome! Thank you tremendously. Especially you, Lulu bell. You've been reviewing my story since chapter one. But anyway, the reason I couldn't post was because I was having computer problems, not to mention I've been very busy. Thanks for bearing with me!
45 reviews- I write
50 reviews- I post.
Disclaimer: See chapter 6
Chapter7
Peter gleefully dropped the packs on the ground with a thud, not thinking of the contents. Amazingly, the sleeping girls didn't wake, though Anna let out a groan and Mary turned over.
"What are you going to do now, Peter?" Tinker Bell asked.
"I'll just wait for them to wake up. It's almost nine thirty. They shouldn't be long." Peter answered.
Tinker Bell let out a laugh. "You silly ass! You're so ignorant!"
Peter didn't know what ignorant meant, but he gathered that it was uncomplimentary.
"The same to you!"
Tinker Bell huffed and flew into her apartment. Peter sat grumpily down in his chair to wait for the girls to wake. So he waited. And waited. And waited. He sat there, staring at the twins sprawled across the ground for near an hour, an amazing feat for Peter. Eventually he fell into a dreamless sleep.
+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~
"HEY YOU!!!!!! WAKE UP!!!!!! W-A-K-E U-P!!!!!!" Someone shouted in Peter's ear. He then felt gentle poking on his bear chest.
"Wwwakkie wakie, eggs and bacie (A/N Like bacon, but take off the "on" and put "ie")" Another voice said. Groaning inwardly, Peter kicked at the voices without opening his eyes.
"WHOA!"
"YIPE!" Came the voices again, then a sigh.
"Fine, I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice."
Peter felt hands gentle ease their way into his blond, curly hair. He was beginning to enjoy the feeling, letting it lull him back to sleep after a restless night of carrying Mary (who had been slung over his back) and Anna (who had been in a sack made of her own sheets). Just then, the hands gripped hand-fulls of his hair and yanked back sharply, causing pain to shoot through his head where the hair was attached to his head and the back of his neck, which had been bent painfully over the back of the chair. Immediately, his hands reached for his dagger and pressed it against his attacker's wrists. Peter twisted in his seat and opened his eyes, to find Mary with hand (which had previously been holding his hair) wide and spread- eagled in the air. He eyes were wide and held poorly hidden fear. Peter let out a breath.
"Why'd ya do that?" He demanded severely.
"To wake you. Anna couldn't do it shouting, and I couldn't do it poking, and then you tried to kick us, so I wrenched your hair." Peter sighed.
"You could have just. just." but he was at a lost for words. He couldn't think what would have woken him fully other than pain. "Just don't do it again, or you'll be meeting the croc that was Hook's end!" even though Peter knew he could never feed either girls to the fearsome croc. Anna was too unusual to loose, and Mary had a sense of self he had yet to meet in anyone, save for himself.
"Yessir." The girls chorused.
"As it should be," Peter replied. "Now, what do you say I teach you to fly?"
A/N I am SSOOOOOOOOOOO sorry it took me so long to update! You guys have been awesome! Thank you tremendously. Especially you, Lulu bell. You've been reviewing my story since chapter one. But anyway, the reason I couldn't post was because I was having computer problems, not to mention I've been very busy. Thanks for bearing with me!
45 reviews- I write
50 reviews- I post.
