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A/N: Basically I gave you no real notice about the Hiatus, (it's still going on). So I'm sorry, I'm pretty sure I said something about being really busy with stuff until June 28th two chapters ago though. And I don't do Author's note chapters (as you've probably noticed), because it's against the rules (I know everyone does it anyway, but I don't really care). So, like I end up saying every chapter, sorry.

Recap:

Eventually Peter and Chris come back, Peter with a humongous smile on his face on his face, and Chris with wide eyes… Uh oh… I pull Peter aside and say, "What did you tell her?!"

Disclaimer: I created Ray, Xavier, Chris, Andrew, and Sabrina's 'Past' that's it. The rest of the rights go to Michael Buckley, and whoever created the 'John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt' song.

The Past's Not Always in the Past Chapter 16

Sabrina's POV

"Oh I simply used my exquisite acting skills." Peter responds smugly.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I hiss back.

"It means, that I told a little white lie." He answers.

"What is this lie exactly?" I ask impatiently.

"Well instead of telling her that boring lie you came up with about my parents dying in a forest fire, I spiced it up a little." He smirks.

"Just spit it out, what did you tell her?!" I almost yell. I then mutter quietly "You're almost as frustrating as Puck." Peter didn't hear that though.

"I told her of the tragic loss of my Dad when I was nine, he died saving my mother and I from the roaring fire on our sinking cruse ship. My mother and I were alone on a lifeboat for three weeks, surviving on only crackers and very little water." Peter is look off in to the distance and is tearing up a little. I have to say he's pretty good. "Then we found an island filled with wonderful heartfelt people, that didn't speak English, but treated us like their own. We was there for a month when the tsunami came…" Peter starts breaking down in sobs, I just roll my eyes. I am surprised Chris bought this crazy story, sure Peter's a good actor, but seriously, a sinking, on fire cruse ship and a tsunami… Come on! "I survived, but my mother was a beach when it hit… Thankfully they eventually found her body for me to bury. After the chaos I was found by some of the leftover rescuers. They asked who I was, and did some research, it was reported that I was dead. They said it was remarkable I survived... But not to me. I was taken to and orphanage in the States until they got in contact with my Aunt Snow and Uncle William, I live with them now here in Ferryport… They are wonderful people… Well at least my aunt is."

Peter looks up at me expectantly, I start cracking up, I couldn't hold it in. I hold my stomach, and tears are coming out of my eyes. I am having a hard time breathing I laughing so hard. I see Peter is laughing with me, but not as quite as hard as I am. I fall to the ground I am laughing so much. I put my head in my hands and get the rest of the giggles out. I invite peter to sit next to me on the ground, and he does.

"Well Mr. Pan, you are quite the actor… and the story teller." I say smiling.

"You know it." Peter smiles brightly as he boasts and lightly bumps his shoulder to mine.

"How did Christine react?" I ask.

"Well at first she didn't know what to do with me, she didn't even ask me about my parents or anything, I just went off on this story." Peter tells me, chuckling a little. I laugh with him.

"I went in more detail with the story when I was with her, and when I got to the first crying part she kind of just awkwardly patted my back, but by the end of the story, she was crying with me!" I fall in to another fit of laughter with Peter. "When I was done with the story, she was just blubbering saying how sorry she was that all that horrible stuff happened to me." We laugh once more.

"The funniest part was when I sobered up very quickly, and she was just crying by herself saying she was sorry and I just 'Yeah, its fine, whatever I don't even really care or even miss them.'" Peter says. I turn over on my stomach and hitting the ground with my hands, bursting with laughter, my face going red, Peter joins me in my laughing fit.

That's when I realize I haven't laughed like this since I left the I.R.B…. I realize that I really enjoy Peter's company, he's like Puck, but he actually likes me… I realized a couple weeks ago that I am not even near being one of Puck's favorite people. I was a hard realization, but one that I had to come to.

Ray and Chris come over a few seconds later but Peter and I are still giggling. "What are you two laughing about?" Ray asks Peter and I, sitting down with us, Chris quickly follows after Ray's actions.

"Oh nothing much." I say chuckling with Peter a little more.

"Okay well Chris and I were wondering if you guys would like to play a game of manhunt all around the town? You could invite you some of your other friends and it could be a lot of fun." Ray asks.

"Um… What's manhunt? If it's what I'm thinking it is… it doesn't sound like fun…" Peter says.

"Uh, well, you split into two teams, one hides, and one team tries to find the other team that hid. It's not like hide and seek though, because you can change you're hiding spot and can run away from the team that's trying to find you. It's best to be played in the dark, with lots of people, in a place with lots of hiding spots like this town. But that's just the version my mom told me about a few years ago." Chris says.

"Sure that sounds like fun, but there's only a limited amount of kids in this town at the moment… We could invite Daphne, Red, Patrick," Peter gave me a strange look when I said the name Patrick, he obviously doesn't know that it's the alias Daphne made up for Pinocchio. "Puck, and maybe…" I turn to Peter and whisper in his ear "Do you think the lost boys would like to play with us?"

Peter turns and whispers back "I think they would, but they are not very good at keeping secrets, so I don't think they should come." His lips brushed me ear a little while telling me about the lost boys, it sent little tingles down my spine… Good tingles.

I nodded back to Peter agreeing. Ray and Chris were waiting patiently for our answer. "So I think we can get Daphne, Red, and Puck to play with us. I'm not sure about Patrick though. And… I'm sure if Puck plays, so will Andrew. So… What are we going to do about this problem?" I look at Ray and Chris, sure that they don't want Andrew playing either.

"Lets see who's playing first, because if you, Chris, Peter, Daredevil, Puck, Patrick, Red, Andrew, and I are playing, that's an uneven number, so maybe we can convince him not to play." Says Ray.

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