A/N: 'eyyyyyyyy! I'm gonna try and overwork these lazy arses that we call actors like mules!

Just kidding! I realized I shouldn't have said that when I didn't hear laughter. Anyway, here's Chapter 11, because I don't have a life.

No, that was not kidding, I really don't. Don't even try to disagree.

"I did it, Pan! I did!"

"Well, I am certainly proud of you...you...y-you...line?" Phil cringed.

"You blockheads!" Mr. Messerschmitt cried.

"Now, Mr. M, I'm very prone to name calling. Please, don't." He smiled.

"No, that's the line! Ph...Roscoe..." He took him aside. "this is a very serious thing. The play is only weeks away, and if you do not memorize these lines, well, I don't know what we'll do."

"Sorry, Mr. Messerschmitt. I'll try harder. Promise." Phil nodded.

"Yes, very well, then." The instructor turned to the crowd of kids waiting for a scene. "On with the show. We'll start the bedroom window scene, then. May we have our Wendy up and back here?" A girl came to Mr. Messerschmitt with a upset look on her face.

"Mr. Messerschmitt, I don't believe that Wendy should be such a feminine character. After all, not all girls are meant to be mothers. Just because she is a girl does not make her–" She was stopped short by the teacher.

"Ms. Semerston, you may go to Anaheim and discuss this with the Walt Disney company later, but, for now, please refer to your script.We shall take five, then go to where Peter comes to find his shadow. Harnesses on, everybody." He walked to his seat as two stage hands came to Phil and Dae with harnesses. They handed them to the two and walked off. Phil struggled with his reins as Dae watched his sorry attempt.

"Like this." She latched together the two ends and yelled to the stage hands. "Test pulleys one and two!" The two hands disappeared backstage and a second later, the two were being heaved into the air.

"So, Phil." Dae folded her hands and floated in the air as if all this were natural.

"What?" Phil scratched his head nervously. "I'm not Phil, I-I'm Roscoe! I mean, who's Phil? Sounds like a stupid name to me."

"Give it up, Diffy. I know already." She spoke. "I know all about it. You were in a fight with Roscoe. Then you and Kal were kissing. Then you make a deal withMesserschmittto cover all this up and still have the play."

"Half of that is true." He smiled sheepishly. "How'd you hear about the fight?" He whispered.

"I share a room with Kaleigh Harding, for cripes sake." She sneered.

"Well, I didn't kiss her." He said.

"Kid, I was there. I saw the whole thing."

"You didn't see the whole thing, Dae. Look, you've gotta believe me." He pleaded.

"Why?"

"Because Keely's gotta believe me. And right now, you're the closest link I've got to her." He sighed.

"You must love her like crazy." She gave up.

"How could you not?" He smiled.

"She's always seemed a bit too perky for me." She grinned back.

"So...how'd you know I wasn't Roscoe?"Phil asked, twisting side to side and getting used to the harness.

"Please. It would take a moron to not recognize the difference between you and him."

"Hey, Roscoe!" A kid cried out to the hanging Phil, who only blushed.

"Yo?" He greeted him, at which the boy raised an eyebrow and walked past.

"Alright..." Dae sighed. "well...Jack!" She yelled to the guy next to the harness. "Let down pulleys one and two!" They heard a squeaking sound, then felt themselves being let down slowly.

"On your marks, my stars!" Messerschmitt called once their feet hit the floor. He turned to a kid with a flashlight. "David, check the bulb. We can't have our Tinkerbell shorting out. Daniel, Marcus, Harry, Dae–take your places." Phil unhooked the harness from Dae and whispered to her.

"You won't tell Keel I'm here, will you?"

"Don't worry, kid. I've got your secret safe and sound." She smiled. They shook on it and headed to their marks.

A/N: Okay. Don't feel sarcastic.

That's it.

Bye!

T.J.

P-ess: You all still owe me quarters! I'm waiting in the mail!