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Chapter Three

Steph, Granny and I arrived at Peter Pan's house in about 15 minutes. And while we were driving, well, Granny was driving, I got to thinking. So before we got out of the Black Mustang my grandmother had, I had a couple of things I needed to ask Steph.

"Hey, Steph?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"If you know about Everafters and such, then why didn't you know about Granny being married to Pinocchio?"

"Because Pinocchio was told by my grandmother to move somewhere else until you moved in here. Or at least visited Everlife Landing."

"OH! Okay. That makes more sense. Now I'm ready to go meet Peter Pan."

Finally my grandmother had something to say. "If both of you like Peter Pan, then what's going to happen?"

My eyes widened. "Oh. Shoot. What do you say Steph?"

She shrugged. "We will let him decide and neither one of us will get jealous?"

I thought about that for a second. "Seems fine."

"And both of you can flirt with him as much as you want. How about we invite him over for supper tonight?" Granny stated, setting up rules and giving us ideas.

I shrugged. "Sounds fine. But Granny? You never answered us. Does Peter Pan have a girlfriend? Such as Wendy?"

"Not that I know of. So…How about we ask his guardian? I have her phone number in my phone…" Granny flipped out her phone and speed dialed Ms. Geodation.

(Italics=Ms. Geodation. Regular=Granny Daphne)

"Hello?"

"Ms. Geodation?"

"Yes?"

"It's Daphne Grimm and I am here with my two granddaughters Stephanie and Brittney. We are right outside your house and we have two questions for you."

"What are those questions?"

"Is Peter Pan single? And would it be alright if he came over to my house for supper tonight?"

"Yes and yes. Both will be alright. I will come open the door so you can wait inside while I go get Peter ready for tonight."

"Alright. Thank you."

"Good bye and see you soon."

"Ditto."

She flipped the phone closed and turned to face us. "Did you two here everything?"

Steph and I nodded simultaneously.

"Good."

"Mrs. Grimm?" Who I guessed was Ms. Geodation called from the door.

"Yes?"

"Please come in."

We all walked up to the door and stepped inside of Peter Pan's house.

"Holy shi-" I started to say.

"Brittney Lee Grimm!" My grandmother and Ms. Geodation yelled at the same time.

"Oh shi-" I slapped a hand across my mouth. "Sorry. It's just such an amazing house."

I was right. It was a mansion with hard wood floors and marble counters and glass tables.

"Flattery doesn't make a difference. Now apologi-" Ms. Geodation started saying but Peter Pan interrupted her.

"Why did you set clothes out for me?" Peter asked, pulling on the front of his shirt and looking down.

Ms. Geodation cleared her throat. "We have guests."

Peter ran down the stairs to hug Granny. "Hey Mrs. Grimm! How's Pinocchio? And who are the two pretty girls with you?"

I swear my face turned to the color of a beet. It quickly faded and I stuck out my hand. "Brittney Lee Grimm. Granddaughter of Daphne Grimm."

He smiled shyly and shook my hand, barely holding it.

I laughed. "I may be a girl and look fragile but trust me, I tough as a board."

He laughed and held tighter and shook my hand.

"And this is my twin sister Stephanie Rose Grimm." I said, pointing to her. "She's my twin sister.

While Peter shook her hand I took a good look at him. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and grey jeans. My eyes widened as I realized I was wearing something very similar. Such as grey skinny jeans and a dark blue tank top.

"Peter, you're going over to Mrs. Grimm's house for supper." Ms. Geodation said.

"Great." He answered with a genuine smile.

As we were walking out, he nudged me and whispered in my ear, "Looks like we match, now doesn't it?"

I giggled. "Not my fault, now is it. I was wearing this the whole day. I can't wait until we get to my house. I am starving."

I glanced at Steph and she was looking at me with a look of jealousy. I shot her a confused glance and she nodded her head at Peter.

I glanced at him and realized we were almost touching.

I looked at Steph with an apologetic look in my eyes.

She came up to me and whispered, "Not you're fault."

We climbed into the car and we were off.