A/N: Hey there, all. Hope you liked my las chappie, and here's the second one, just like I promised on chappie 6. Have fun reading, and no, I don't own any Peter Pan charachters or actors or whatever.
Chapter 7
When I woke up, I saw Peter first. He was sleeping on a stool by the door, which was connected with a slide that led to the center of the moss-covered floor. A huge chair covered in small white roses sat in the front of the room, and a little curtain on the wall behind it. Behind that curtain must've been Tink's sleeping place, because I saw a light shining through it, and soft snoring. There were beds - like bunk-beds - carved into the walls, and on these I first saw all of the Lost Boys. I could see John sleeping on one of the bottom bunks, and then thought, slightly panicked, Where's Mike! I heard some soft mumbling coming from above me, and looked up - there he was, in a hammock above and to the right of my bed. Everything was bathed in moonlight, coming from a window on the ceiling, so it was clearly nighttime. I wanted to look around, not sleep more. Instead of exploring the cave, I sat down in front of the sleeping Peter, studying him closely as long as he was unaware. He began to whimper and moan in his sleep, then jumped to his feet and yelled, "I was NOT asleep!" Then he saw me, shaken as I was, I hadn't moved.
"You're awake!" he exclaimed, then looked around him. The boys were still sleeping, though a few had stirred in their sleep when Peter yelled.
"Sorry if I scared you." he whispered, grinning.
"Could you show me around?" I asked, rather than answering. He grinned, and offered me his arm like some kind of British gentleman. I took it, and we had fun acting like snobs while he showed me around their home (which was actually underground). He showed me a storage room for dried berries, nuts, and vegetables, among animal furs and cloth. He then showed me a room with a few hammocks hung up in case of more Lost Boys. Then he showed me a small spot dug into the wall where they cooked (if they needed to). He told me that they had gotten a small oven for pirate gold and they experimented with pixie dust; they could now make power from pixie dust, and they used it to run their oven without a chimney. After the little tour, I asked him why he'd been sitting on a stool in front of the door, and he explained that he'd been guarding for that night only - just in case. I asked him what he'd dreamt about, as he'd been whimpering, and he said defensively, "It's only a nightmare, I've had the same one loads of times." I decided not to press it, and our conversation quickly got lighter, but I still wondered...