I'm so sorry for the lack of updates.


"Felt what?" I just stare at him. I expect him to get it. But he just doesn't seem to. He stares at me blankly and I growl angrily.

"Peter, do you even know what sex is, for Christ sakes!" Of coarse this has totally ruined my plan; I can not hold back my impatience any longer. I expect him blush, or do something decent. But he just stares at me blankly. No way. He must be kidding- right?

"S-E-X. You know, the way you make babies. The birds and the bloody bees!" His blank stare is beginning to unnerve me. "Where were you raised!" I cry out in frustration.

"Raised? You mean onto a pole? Well, there was this one time with Cap't Hook-" I cut him off with one quick motion of my hand.

"Raised. Where did you grow up? In the middle of a jungle?" I stand up, staring at him incredulously. His naiveté is incredible.

"Are you angry with me?" He says this as if the thought of such a thing happening is to tremendously hideous a prospect. No one's ever really cared so much about my opinion of them. All the GPs and PEs are so consumed by themselves that they practically make up my opinion for themselves. My father likes to have me think he's a nice guy, but if it came to doing me good and having me hate him, or having me love him and letting me do whatever I wish to do, he'll choose to the enmity. While Danny on the other hand makes a good attempt to ignore me altogether. We don't get along well. Sometimes I wonder if he's ever let go of the Peter Pan stories Mum used to tell him.

Yet, for some reason, Peter cares. That's why he's looked so hurt when I've shunned him. That's why he keeps coming back for me.

It's not that bad a feeling, you know, to have someone care like that. I mean, he barely knows me. Somehow that makes it all the more astonishing. Maybe that's why without thinking it out, without even wondering for a second what's in it for me, I sit down next to Peter.

"No, I'm not, Peter." My voice feels strange. I only let myself relax like this in front of Granola. Never in front of someone my age, especially a stranger. Especially a boy. But it's Peter Landon, some anonymous boy who cares about what I have to say.

"Good." His face splits into a wide grin, and holding his knees tightly, he leans back and forth, a laugh about to explode from his mouth. I reach over and cover his mouth before he can do anything else.

"Quiet. You shouldn't just explode in laughter like that," I chide, moving back once I'm sure the laughter has been quelled. I realize what I'm doing is ridiculously and childish. I stand up again, and begin brushing myself off.

"Why not?" I look at him sharply. Did I hear an angry edge to his voice? I had. His eyes look less carefree than they had before. Why is he getting all worked up because I don't want him laughing manically?

"I don't want you to laugh so loudly, is all." I sniff snobbishly, but I don't care. Who does he think he is, questioning my decisions while he is the guest?

"What's wrong with laughing?" He's stood up too, and he's staring at me with not only a confused expression on his face, but a furious one. I take a step back instinctively.

"Laughing for no reason is stupid. I mean, it's so childish. And I'm no longer a child." Giving him a sort of sideways glare, I continue slyly, "Are you?"

"If I am, I'm going to enjoy it every moment I can. Because if growing up means I'm going to have to laugh at other people instead of at the wonderfulness of life in general, then I'm never coming back here!" He crosses his arms, and stamps his foot. I almost giggle. He is just like a child!

"Growing up isn't laughing at other people, silly. I mean, I don't laugh at other people. I laugh at a funny comment, or a silly act, or-"

"A silly person?" He's turned back to face me, and I'm caught by the pleading expression on his face. "What's so funny about a person?" He shakes his head. "I hear them at school, you know. I don't mind it, because if they feel laughing at someone is worth their time, then they aren't worth mine. But. . .I pity them. They're pathetic."

"What's so pathetic about it?" I retort angrily. "That we have the common sense to know what's stupid and what's not? And that you don't have that?" I go to the more and I push it totally open. "You know what, I don't like your opinions. I'm going to be honest." I stare at him intently, so he can be sure I'm dead serious. "I'm not even sure I bloody like you."

"I don't think I like you very much either. You're mean." With that he walks out. Mean! I almost collapse in a bout of giggles. Is that really the best he came come up with?


I didn't want the chapter to be this short, but I knew I had to update. Another chapter will come soon. I would have added this sooner but I wasn't quite sure where I wanted the story to go from here. Now I know!