Peter Pan
A Young Boy No More
Disclaimer: I was not knighted in England EVER, but the person who wrote Peter Pan was, hence his name, SIR James Matthew Barrie. Oh, and I'm not sure who owns those Easy Bake Ovens… I just know it's not me 'cuz I can't cook for crap…
Author's Notes: Special thanks go out to the following: Luna32, Original Screenname and sasukeandrockleelvr! You guys are the best! FUN FACT: there was an explorer by the name of Captain James Cook… sound familiar anyone?
Chapter 5- Noon MadnessI awoke the next day. As I lazily rubbed the sleep from my eyes I noticed that I was the only one in my bed. As a matter of fact, it even looked like I was the only one who had slept in my bed. I thought that maybe I had been dreaming.
Yeah, that's all it was. A dream.
I pulled the sheets back and noticed that they looked somewhat dirty. Swinging my feet to the ground I noticed leaves of all kinds on the floor, different from the ones on the trees outside my window I noted. While making this observation I also noticed that my window was open.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't a dream…
Who had been in my bed last night? Where they male or female? What did they want? And why didn't they answer me?
Tonya would have said I was crazy, as a matter of fact almost everybody would have said I was crazy. I stood up and walked to my window. Sitting on the ledge was a single acorn.
Peter Pan's Kiss! I thought closing the window. I thought of putting it on a chain, but then again that would be copying Wendy, so instead I put it on a ribbon and tied it around my wrist.
So it had actually been Peter last night. Why hadn't he answered me? Was he confused? I mean I lived next to Tonya, but Wendy was his true love and surly he wouldn't forget where her house was!
Why me?
That thought rang through my head as I got dressed and headed down to breakfast. Dad was making bacon and eggs. It smelled really good.
"Are you felling better this morning, Jessica?" My father asked, waking me from my revere.
I choked on my orange juice. I had forgotten all about "being sick" last night. "A little better."
I managed to say. My voice came out croaky, making what I had said sound believable.
"Think you can hold down some eggs'n'bacon?"
"I hope so," I said. "They smell too good to pass up."
"Daisy said she was going to make you chicken soup for lunch. Isn't that sweet, Jessica?"
"With poison in it?" I asked.
"What?" My dad asked non-rudely.
"I asked if Tonya could come over today around eleven." I covered.
"Jess, you know Daisy was coming over today at noon. Do you really think it would be a good idea to have a guest of your own over?"
"I-I thought she liked children, Daddy. I'm sorry." Oh, I was so not sorry.
"She does like children, Jess, I just wanted you two to bond first."
Gag, gag, gag! I was going to bond with Miss Daisy like water and oil mix oh so cheerfully.
I must have had a depressed look on my face because daddy said, "Tonya can come over if you promise to behave and get along with Daisy."
Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!
What was I going to do? Tonya had to come over and I couldn't break a promise to my father!
"Of course I'll get along with her, daddy. I mean it's not as if I haven't been trying to make her mad or anything."
This little promise could work to my advantage, plus Tonya doesn't have to be nice!
"I'm sure you didn't, Pumpkin." Daddy said sitting the plate of eggs and bacon in front of me.
After I finished eating I called Tonya using the main phone.
"Hello, Mrs. Nickelson. This is Jessica; may I speak to Tonya please?"
"Of course, dear. Tonya!" Mrs. Nickelson put the phone down and her voice became hard to understand.
I don't know what daddy was thinking. I didn't need a role model. I already had one. Mrs. Nickelson treated me like a daughter, and I could go to her with any problem. I didn't need a new mother.
Meaning I didn't need Miss Daisy.
"Hey, Jess! What's up?" Tonya asked causally.
"How would you like to come over to my house around eleven?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Hang on, let me ask my mom." Again the voice on the other end of the phone became distant and non-important.
This brief pause in our conversation left room for thought… which was still on my mysterious visitor from last night.
Had it really been Peter? I asked myself. Why would Peter come to my house? Why not go to Tonya's? Was he in trouble?
I fingered the acorn around my wrist. The most exciting thought swimming through my head forced its way into my conscious thoughts.
Will he come back tonight?
"Hello? Jessica? I said I couldn't come at eleven, but I can be there by eleven thirty." Tonya's words broke my thoughts. "You still there, Jess?"
"You mean mentally or physically?" I asked coming to my senses.
"I'd prefer both." She replied with a laugh.
"I am now." I said. "I'll see you at eleven thirty then."
Until then I had a job to do. I hung up the phone and ran upstairs. I entered my room and headed straight for my closet. I grabbed all of the clothes on the bottom of the floor and some off the hangers.
I began strewing it all around my room. Draping it on the back of chairs, bedposts, the corners of my desk and other such places as if it were simply Christmas decorations. I made sure to hang underwear on the door handle; both sides so Miss Daisy would have to touch it in order to enter my room.
Next I dived under my bed. As I did so my force caused everything under my bed out in a mad rush. Dolls, blocks, puzzle pieces and lots of other toys such as tops and paper were sent spinning about. I made sure to keep my phone and store of junk food hidden, but everything else was going to become floor décor.
As soon as that was done I went into my bathroom and grabbed the tube of toothpaste. I was so happy about this part. I love toothpaste. It's fun to use as glue…
I walked to the guest bathroom across the hall. Dad always used his and I, mine. Tonya was used to using mine as well, but Miss Daisy… she was about to get a butt full of toothpaste.
I opened the door and noticed that she had been in our house a time or two before last night. I was shocked. The bathroom was no longer boyish blue but bright pink. On the wall was a stupid picture that read "Bathroom sweet Bathroom". It was the lamest thing I had ever seen.
I was ready to hurl all over again. But I told Daddy that I was well enough to have Tonya over, so I'd just have to do what I had to.
"Hehehe!" I laughed evilly to myself. At least now I knew for sure that she was going to be using this bathroom today.
I lifted the toilet lid. The water was PINK, what the hell?
I took the cap off my toothpaste and laid the nozzle down on the toilet seat. I gave it a fairly good squeeze and smiled as I decorated the toilet seat like frosting a cake. As soon as I had used the whole tube around the seat, I placed the cover back on it and sat on it.
I heard the toothpaste squish out the sides. Standing up again I began to wipe the excess off with toilet paper, then sticking it around the base of the toilet. Ahhh yes, toothpaste makes perfect glue…
I smiled and walked out of the bathroom as the doorbell rang. Running down the stairs I called out, "I've got it, Daddy!"
Pulling the door open I saw Tonya standing on my porch. Smiling I said very loudly, "Hey, Tonya. Come on in! I made a gift for Miss Daisy and I want you to help me wrap it!"
Tonya gave me a funny look as she walked in. I laughed and added, "Follow me."
As we ran up the stairs we could hear my father mutter, "That's more like my Jessica, kind and considerate."
Tonya stopped at my door and stared at the handle. "What kind of gift did you get Miss Daisy?"
"Oh, I didn't get her anything. We're going to make her something." I swear my mischievous grin scared her. "Oh, and what ever you do, don't use the guest bathroom…" I added as an afterthought.
I opened my door and lead Tonya into my room. There sitting on the floor was my Easy Bake oven.
"So, we're playing the role of mad scientists today?" Tonya asked taking in my wonderfully messy room.
Dad didn't mind messes, but something told me Miss Daisy did!
We worked on our masterpiece until noon, and when Miss Daisy got here Daddy directed her up to my room. Tonya and I had to stifle our laughter as she came upon the door.
"Ahhh!" she shouted. "Echeem, I mean Jessica dear, are you in there?"
"Yes, Miss Daisy, dear."
"Could you open the door, for me?"
"Oh, but my hands are full, I've got a present for you!"
"I don't think the door is locked." Tonya added.
We heard her stifle a shriek as she opened the door.
"Oh, my, Jessica. You have a messy room. A young girl your age needs to be organized. After all organization is the key to success."
I snarled, there she went again. Telling me what I needed. I wiped the snarl off my face as Miss Daisy entered my room even farther.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was looking for the spatula for my Easy Bake Oven." I replied sweetly.
"You see, Jess told me about all you had done for her last night when she wasn't feeling well and she felt horrid about throwing up on you, that she wanted to get you a gift."
"But Tonya here suggested that I make you something, for things made from the heart are better than gifts bought with money." I continued.
"So we decided to bake you a cake!" Tonya finished.
I began to walk towards her with the cake when I stumbled on the train I had purposely left in the center of my room, near the door. My coordination was perfect… or rather it was imperfect which led to perfection.
I tripped and our beautifully made cake landed right in Miss Daisy's perfectly ugly face. I landed at her feet and looking up at her I saw the cake slide off of her face, I mean it was better than watching comedy TV…
Her pale face was now red with anger and covered in toothpaste frosting, I mean she likes healthy stuff, right? And the food coloring was obviously going to stain her face forever yellow. But yellow was her favorite color, right?
"CHARLES!" She shouted as soon as she got over her sassy shock.
"Charles!" I mimicked quietly so only Tonya and Miss Daisy would hear, yet I matched her tone for tone.
"CHARLES COME AND SEE WHAT YOUR DAUGHTER AND HER LITTLE FRIEND HAVE DONE TO ME!"
"Charles come and see what your daughter and her little friend have done to me!"
"I am NOT little!" Tonya said and for a second I swore she was going to kick her in the shin.
"Oh, my dear you are a lot littler than you seem to think."
"I'm twelve, thank you very much. And I am much more mature than you!" Tonya spat in her face.
"My dear girl, mature adults do not spit in their elder's faces."
"Mature adults don't enjoy making a "little girl" miserable either." I said. "Yet you claim to be a mature lady."
"I'm going to have fun becoming your new mother, Jessica."
"FYI, you're NOT becoming my new mother."
"Don't be so sure of yourself, Jessica. Men don't like that. I shall become your new mother whether you like it or not."
"Over my dead body." I snarled.
"Be careful of what you threaten, it just might come back to bit you in the butt."
"Speaking of butts, the guest bathroom is right across the hall." I answered.
Miss Daisy turned on her heel and walked out of my room. She went into the bathroom and turned on the sink. She wetted her face and dried it off, cleaning the cake from her face. She turned back to us.
"Don't think your father won't hear of this." She said shutting the door.
I crossed my fingers and hoped she wouldn't look before sitting down.
Tonya saw me praying silently and gave me a questioning look. I simply shook my head and smiled.
Not even five seconds later we heard her screaming for the second time. I started laughing really hard.
Author's Notes: Ooookkkaaayyy! REVIEW my bestest buddies! I'll post the next chapter ASAP, but thanks to this horrid concept called Geometry my post might not be as soon as I'd like. Sorry. Hope you all enjoyed! NOW REVIEW!