Peter and Flynn sped through a crosswalk, nearly knocking over a few pedestrians. Peter swerved around a fire hydrant once they reached the sidewalk. Flynn jumped over a hobo that crouched down to pick a nickel off the ground, and almost tripped when his feet hit the ground.
The two agreed to look for a bus stop as fast as they could, if they couldn't find one, they had to meet up at an ice cream store they spotted on during the bus trip on the way to the school and figure out how to get home. Either way, they both underestimated the length from their neighborhood to the school, and predicted they wouldn't be home for a while.

"Hey asshole, slow down!" Flynn gasped out between sprints as he noticed that the sidewalk was disappearing into the road, which was a busy 4-way street.

Peter and Flynn stopped, Flynn having to grab a telephone pole to slow himself down. He swung around, catching his breath. Peter pressed the crosswalk button, not appearing winded at all.

"Look, I see a bus stop over there," Peter pointed to a blue sign across the highway, "all we have to do is cross this and wait,"

Flynn nodded and leaned against the pole, closing his eyes. Peter tapped his foot as he stared at the sign, waiting for the allowance to walk across. After about five minutes of staring at the red hand on the sign, Peter gave up.

"This is boring."

And at that moment, he lept off the sidewalk and burst into busy highway. Flynn ignored his statement at first, but a familiar noise brought him to attention.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Flynn's eyes shot open as he heard the sound of screeching brakes, and Peter running across the highway.

He watched Peter swerve out of the way from a speeding minivan, filled with kids who were pressing their face against the glass. Flynn felt incredibly scared, yet he couldn't take his eyes away from the spectacle. Peter Pan stopped, rising on his tiptoes, to let a truck fly past him.

Peter kept speeding like his life depended on it. A small red car got so close to hitting him that Flynn could almost feel Peter's moment of utter panic. But at the last second, it u-turned and almost collided with another car coming from the left. Flynn held back a scream when it crashed into a Porsche instead.

"WHY MUST YOU CAUSE DESTRUCTION EVERYWHERE YOU GO?! THAT MAKES ME LOOK BAD!" Flynn wailed.

Finally the next car slowed down when it saw Peter still sprinting across the asphalt, but Flynn was far from relieved.

The familiar sound of police sirens blared from the car like obnoxious birds. Flynn wanted to faint.

What are the freaking odds?!

Aladdin stared at the girls sitting across from him. He started to list all the things wrong with the picture.

1. They got on the bus, and basically ditched what would have been first, second and third period. Why didn't they just not get on the bus?

2. They were in Neverland Avenue, in freaking Dan's and Son's. Why didn't they just go to Whole Foods or Starbucks in the 'safer' area of town?

3. They were still in their uniforms.

But it didn't matter too much to Aladdin, the only thing he was really concerned about was not blowing a chance to talk to them, especially to the gorgeous Indian girl that had a smile that was almost as pretty as Tiana's.

Her eyes were big and almond shaped, and her raven hair was put in an extremely long ponytail that let her hair part perfectly. Her brown skin was completely flawless, and her body looked perfect.

Aladdin peeked around his menu to gaze at her.

"Wooooooww," he whispered, his surprised expression replaced with a dreamy smile. The other girls were hot too. One had incredibly golden wavy hair and a face that rivaled any model's. The other girl had straight brown hair and a bunch of eyeliner on. But the Indian girl...

Aladdin cleared his throat and got up from his seat. He was not going to blow it this time.

He walked to the girls table and put on his classic charismatic smile. As he approached them, the girls' talking died out. The blonde nudged the Indian girl.

"Hey. I'm Aladdin. What are your names?"

The thought of running away from the situation literally passed through Flynn's mind. It would be so easy. Just act like he had no idea who the crazy ginger was, find a bus stop himself, and get home in time for curfew. Flynn shook his head and quickly stomped out that idea's appeal before he could convince himself to do it. It definitely wouldn't take much after the dumbass stunt Peter pulled.

He almost pissed himself when the cop car rolled down the window, and saw a middle-aged male stick his head out, shouting:

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOY?!"

Peter appeared to stop and shrug, then kept on running, only a few feet away from the safety of the sidewalk.

"STOP BEFORE I SHOOT YOU!"

Flynn could only make out a few words of what Peter said, but it was definatly something like:

"Officer! You would never shoot a young, white boy like me, would you?"

"GET OVER HERE YOU SOULLESS CRETEN!"

Man, this guy likes to shout, Flynn thought.

He watched Peter stroll casually toward the cop. They started to talk, but Flynn couldn't hear most of the conversation over the beeping of angry cars, still waiting for the cop to move out of the middle of the street. Some cars even decided to go completely around, after a few minutes.
Flynn saw that the conversation between the two was getting fairly intense, by measuring much hand motions they used. He suddenly watched in horror as Peter pointed at Flynn, and motioned to himself.

"HEY BOY, GET OVER HERE," the cop shouted.

"I'm dead." Flynn whimpered. But he ran over anyways, seeing no safe way out of the situation.

When he reached the car (luckily without causing destruction) the first thing he saw was the cap's hand sticking out of the car window. It seems almost, inanimate to Flynn. It didn't respond with the cop's body movement. As he got closer, he realized that it was a prosthetic, plastic, female hand.

"Your hand!" Flynn said without thinking.

The cop turned around in the car's seat, and Flynn was immediately baffled at how strange his face was. He had an incredibly long and thin face, with a bizarrely huge nose. On top of that, he had shoulder-length black hair. As far as looks, this guy had nothing going for him.

"What about my hand?" the cop said, looking offended.

"It's a girl hand! Why? What happened?"

At that point, Peter Pan intervened, "Flynn, that's not important. Turns out, this is my best friend Brandon's dad, James Hook!" Flynn stared at him in disbelief as Peter continued "and he was on his way to see his wife and son at our orphanage! What are the odds!" Peter laughed unconvincingly, "and I convinced him to drive us there."

Flynn was speechless for a moment, but then found his voice, "so," he looked at the cop, "you're gonna give us a ride? After Peter here ran across a busy street and caused a car crash?"

"I have to, boy" he glared at Flynn, "this orangy-headed lad knew the police system fairly well. He said I have to bring you home and tell your guardian a warning. Which would be my lovely wife, the headmistress of your... home. So get in,"

Peter opened the door and hopped in the car. Flynn, in awe, did the same. Hook started the engine and finally moved from the intersection. It was official. Flynn and Peter were sitting in a cop car for the first time, and most likely not the last.