Hey guys. So i've decided on what kind of schedule I want to set for this story. It's either going to be two updates every Sunday or an update on Saturday and Sunday. This week is going to have to be the latter.

I also have to clear up on what type of Peter Pan this is. This is following the two Disney versions of Peter Pan not the 2003 version. Just mentioning in case someone was wondering. Although it is Disney, some bad things that I don't think would end up on Disney are in this story, but it is not too bad. They're only there to keep things somewhat realistic.

Hope this chapter is good and you like it.

Disclaimer: Don't own Peter Pan, it's characters, the movies, or anything except for Tiana, Janet, Thomas, Cliff and a few other random characters. That is all.

Peter Pan flew through London to the second star on the right and headed straight for Neverland. A grin as big as the sky was on his face.

"You know Tink, I think I'm going to like her," Peter Pan said to Tink, while making his way past the stars.

Tiana Dobson, such a pretty name, Peter thought in his head. It was weird, since he didn't remember things, especially names, so easily. But he just couldn't stop thinking about her. Her pretty brown eyes, her chocolate colored skin that was really smooth, and her crazy mane of hair. It was all so different to him, like nothing he has ever seen before. I wonder where she's from. It's not the same place as Wendy and her family.

He remembered when he first met Wendy and John and Michael.

Wendy was so amazed with him and he could tell right away that she had a crush on him. Everyone had a crush on him. First, she gave them this rather strange gift and then she tried to kiss him. It was weird to him seeing as he had never kissed a girl before and really the only girl he knew was Tink and some of the mermaids. As soon as they met, she wanted to have plenty of adventures and forever live as a kid. Peter would finally have a friend that was a girl that could tell stories and have fun with him and the lost boys.

John and Michael came along for the ride because Wendy invited them. He wasn't sure if he wanted to have more kids come with him, but they all turned out to be really fun.

It was too bad that they had to return back home to be with their loved ones. Peter was really starting to like Wendy a lot, maybe even lo-, well not that much. But then she had to grow up and be married and have kids. As a result, he met Jane, the serious girl that was just like a grown up but not for long. Peter was able to loosen her up with the help of his friends and Neverland. No one could resist his charm. At least that's what he thought.

Tiana didn't even try to kiss me. She didn't even seem to like me that much. Everyone loves me, well except those dirty pirates. I know Jane didn't like me at first but this is different. She was like Wendy and Jane put together. Wendy could tell tales and so can Tiana. Jane was a fighter, even became a Lost Girl, and Tiana was almost gonna fight me with her weird weapon thing. She's perfect for becoming a Lost Girl. I just need her to want to come to Neverland.

Peter was so deep in thought from remembering his times with the Darling family and trying to figure out Tiana that he didn't even realize he made it home to the secret hideout.

"Hello Peter, hello Tink," all the lost boys chanted simultaneously.

"Hey boys," Peter replied to the boys.

"Did you find Wendy?"

"Did you find something to play with?"

"Did you get some treasure?"

"Are there any pirates we can beat up?"

"No, guys, I didn't do any of that," Peter had to shut them all up to tell the important news. "But I did find something?"

"What? What? Tell us," the lost boys yelled excitedly.

"Boys, there's gonna be a new addition to the family."

8:00 a.m., Saturday morning

I just cannot go to sleep no matter how much water I drink. This whole Peter Pan thing is going to be running through my head for days. Should I go with him to this Neverland place? I mean, he doesn't seem like he is of any danger to me except that he might be a little arrogant and have a few screws loose.

I just don't like it here anymore. Everything is changing around me: I left my friends, I moved to a different country, I have to go to a horrible school with horrible kids and horrible homework. But most of all, I lost my parents. The people I thought would never leave me. I was wrong. Even though it happened a few years ago, I still wish they could just come back. That's impossible, what's dead is dead and they can't come back. No matter what I do or where I go, they are still going to be gone. So what is the point of me staying here? In a place I don't even like that much. I might as well just leave, no one would miss me. Well, maybe Janet, Thomas and Cliff might, but they'll soon get over it.

Hopefully however long Peter gives me to think I'll have made my decision. For now, I'll just keep on living here as if everything is normal. But what's normal anymore? I'm not really sure.

Hey, when did I get in the kitchen? I must have been walking while thinking because all of a sudden I'm sitting at the dining room table. Weird.

"Good morning, Tiana," said Thomas as he came downstairs. "What are you thinking about?"

Thinking about leaving with this boy that came in my room last night. "Nothing, just deciding on what I want for breakfast." I couldn't possibly tell them the truth. People at school already think I'm weird; I don't need the people I live with to think so, too.

"How about an English muffin and an omelet? You like that don't you?"

"I've never had it before."

"Well then I shall make it for you. You are going to love it."

"Thanks Tom." I could hear him sigh in the background. They are always telling me to call them 'Mom' and 'Dad' but I just can't. And that is not going to change any time soon.

"You're welcome," he said.

It took a few minutes for the breakfast to be cooked making time for the rest of the gang to make their way in the dining room.

"Good morning Janet, good morning Cliff," I said to my fellow roommates. Janet sat next to me at the dining table, while Cliff shrugged me off and went into the kitchen area to make his own breakfast. I guess he doesn't like English muffins or omelets.

"Good morning Tiana, how are you this fine morning?" Janet asked. She didn't even acknowledge the fact that I called her by her first name. She has probably gotten used it.

"Fine," I said. It is so awkward talking to people I barely even know. So I usually just try to keep the conversation to a minimum and the other person will know to end it.

"Swell, swell, so how was your first week of school, honey?"

Uhh, it was horrible, the worst thing in the whole wide world. Why would you make me go to such a place? The kids suck. I'm already having piles of homework to do. I eat alone. I miss my friends. Why'd you have to take me from my home in America? "Great," I said mustering up the biggest and fakest smile I could. They don't need to know what goes on at school. I would only look like a girl that complains about everything.

"Oh that is magnificent. I knew you would like it. Such a smart girl like you deserves to be in a school as gifted as that one," she said.

As soon as that was said, Thomas came in with the breakfast. "Here you go my lovely ladies. A nice breakfast that will keep you wanting more."

"Thank you, darling," Janet told her husband. No pun was intended, I hope.

"Thanks," I said as well. The food in front of me looked somewhat appetizing, but I'm more of a bacon, toast, and name brand oatmeal kind of girl. But I had to eat the food since Thomas did spend time making it for me. Maybe it won't be so bad.

My fork barely had any omelet on it, and I set it in my mouth. I was wrong, this is horrible. The omelet was still set in my mouth but I refused to chew any further, I was just going to have swallow it quickly to get rid of the taste. Slowly, the bite went down my throat. Looking up, I saw Thomas looking at me with apprehension expecting a review. Instead of saying anything, I just shoved the English muffin into my mouth. Big mistake, because the muffin tasted disgusting, too. English food is not for me. Like the omelet, I just tried to swallow while biting a little to make it go down easier. An almost choke happened during the process, but it was hidden. No wonder Cliff made his own breakfast. Looking up again, Thomas was still looking. I just barely smiled.

"So how was it?"

"Delicious." It was not in the slightest. I paused thinking about it. Why must I keep lying to these guys? To spare their feelings? To make sure they don't want to get rid of me and kick me out because they don't like me anymore? I'm tired of lying. "Um, actually, I didn't really like it. I actually kind of hated it. Sorry."

Tom's face fell. I knew I hurt him and I was deeply sorry, but I just can't keep lying anymore. "It's okay, I'll be sure to not make it anymore." He took my plate away and put it in the kitchen.

Suddenly I had an uncomfortable feeling in my throat. It was actually starting to get harder to breathe, like there was something stuck in it. I made sure I swallowed everything, why can't I breathe? I felt for my throat and I could feel that it was a lot bigger than usual. Oh no, I think I'm having an allergic reaction.

"Tiana, are you all right? You are starting to look pale. Thomas, doesn't she look pale?" Janet asked with immediate concern. Thomas came up to me and saw that my breaths were short and a little frantic. He saw my throat expanding and my skin discoloring before his eyes.

"Were… there… peanuts in the…food?" I was barely able to ask.

"Yes, are you allergic?" he asked already knowing the answer from the evidence shown in my face. I nodded my head with a great amount of effort because I was feeling light headed. From what I can see, Thomas and Janet were starting to panic.

"Cliff, come in here!" Janet yelled. Cliff ran into the room with confusion and surprise etched on his face.

"What happened?" he asked. Can't he see that I'm dying here?

"Call the ambulance, Tiana is having an allergic reaction to the nuts in my food," Thomas told Cliff with urgency.

"Tiana's allergic to nuts?"

"Just call the ambulance. Now, Clifford!" I felt myself getting picked up. Everything else was a blur, but I knew that I was in a different setting. I slowly began to fall unconscious. That's the second time today.