Written by Vleggett:
I sat on the top of the dresser in our hideout while Peter finished his bedtime story. That night it was about how the mermaids played tricks on Peter when he messed up their hair. I didn't realize he finished the story till he levitated next to me.
"James? You alright?" Peter asked. "You didn't walk the whole time I was telling the story."
"Yeah I just wasn't in the mood for a story today." I fiddled with my fingers that rest on my crossed legs.
"Why? You usually enjoy them the most." Peter eyed me, but I hadn't noticed.
"I miss my family. Not that I don't love being here with you guys, it's just I miss my mom tucking me in, and my dad chasing me around the house," I said it all really quickly, knowing it would anger Peter.
"James, we do all of that stuff here!" Peter exclaimed.
"But it's not the same. You aren't my parents, you're my best friend. There's a big difference, Peter." I sighed. "I just want to be home again."
"Well how about if I promise to be more of a parent. I'll tuck you in, ground you, and make you sit in time-out."
"I don't want to be grounded!" I shouted. How could he suggest such a thing? I haven't done anything wrong!
"Well, that's what would happen if you ever were a normal boy!"
"I don't want to be a normal boy!"
"Good." Peter said, and I realized this went the direction I didn't want it to. "You can be a lost boy forever!"
