A/N Hi people, I lied, the next chapters in my other stories will take a while, BUT I'll take any "Return to Japan" and "The Theories" suggestions so feel free. Anyways, this story is either going to be seriously short or very extensive. Read on…

Chapter 2: In Hiding

Sera POV

I am so bored. Why did Peter have to be flying there when Oona was taking me to Mermaid Lagoon? He ruined EVERYTHING. Now, I have spent my whole day hiding, without so much as a snack, much less a meal. Snap Oh god, looks like my father and Peter Pan are in here having another fight.

"Hey, Peter, are you sure that there's some kind of hidden treasure in here?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, the mermaids told me that there is and Oona was swimming outside the lagoon this morning. The worse we have to worry about is that they were having a little laugh at us. Okay, you guys search underwater, I'll search above. Got that?"

"Yes, Peter." OH NO. Did Oona let slip something? Or was it Larelei? She never seemed to like me. Or was it—no. Peter Pan must've found a way to listen in on our conversation. Or he just is stupid and thought that's why Oona was out of the lagoon. Maybe—

Oh no. There are the splashes. They've gone underwater. I've gotta find a way out of here before he finds me.

"Hey, is there anyone here? Anyone at all?"

I stayed as silent as possible. If he found me, my father would surely find out and I'd get in huge trouble.

"There you are." I nearly screamed. Peter was right behind me. I know I jumped and was hyperventilating.

"It's okay. It's just me. And I'm just curious why I never knew you were here and why I can't know. And a few other things…"

I'd rather him think me stupid and that I can't speak English, maybe he didn't hear me say what I did when he listened in on our conversation.

"Um, bonjour. Parlez-vous Francais?" I asked, hoping that he would think I couldn't speak anything but French.

"I know you speak English so please just talk to me," Peter said, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, well what do you want to know? Just tell me so you can go away and my dad won't get angry at me." I said angrily, with my usual attitude, instead of my polite or worried attitude. He seemed taken aback. He must have thought I was a docile and sweet French girl.

"Um, well I just wanted to know how you got here. He stuttered a little, cute. GAH WHAT AM I THINKING?

"Well, my mother died when I was 15, three years ago. And then I came here."

"What's your name? I'm Peter Pan."

"I'm Seraphia, Sera for short." Woah. I'm having a normal, regular conversation with my dad's archnemesis.

"Do you know Oona? Oh, what am I saying, of course you know her. Sorry I eavesdropped."

"It's okay. You should get back to the Lost Boys, before they come back up from the water." He nodded and just like that, left.

At the time I had been enjoying myself, but as soon as Peter left, I started freaking out. What will I do if my father finds out that I'm actually friends with Peter? And that I'm friends with all the mermaids? I'm so worried that Peter will let something slip or what if I accidentally mention how many friends I've made on Neverland.

I hope, hope, hope that he never finds out, ever.