The NeverLand Kids

Who's Luigi?

(Third POV)

The gang sat in detention. Ciara and Reece had to begged Mr. to let them stay after. In reality, all the had to do was give him the puppy dog face. Michael was teaching Max and Dez a simple ten step routine. Jalex and Marshall were finishing up their homework. Claire was teaching Reece to knit. Ciara busy herself by Trying to figure out what to cook from dinner. Then, Reece had a moment of pure brilliance, "Let's start a band!" there was greatness in her words. "What'll we'll called it?" Dez questioned. Now, it was time for Marshall's moment of brilliance, "The NeverLand Kids!" Then walked in to the middle of the room and held out his hand. Michael and Dez joined in added their hand to the piled. Then, So did Max, Claire, and Jalex. Ciara and Reece were lasted. Ciara looked around the circle, meeting every pair of eyes. "What are we?" she whispered. "The NeverLand!" They whispered back. "I can't hear you." She sang. "The NeverLand Kids!" They screamed. "My fellow NeverLand Kids, we can leave now." Max grinned. They grab their things. "We have to get Ciara a board!" Jalex commented.

-Mall- (Reece POV)

Pink Chiffon. Check. I'm done. All I needed was deodorant and lotion. I walked back to the shop. Jean's just finishing up with the last of the interviews. She, and Max, walked out of the office. Jean's had a bright smile on. "You all got jobs. Congrats! I take it Reece will be training all of you." Jean announced. I nodded, smiling. *Guys, go home. We'll be there around 8-ish.* I commanded, waving them away. They nodded, waving goodbye. "We're ready to train!" Claire and Ciara saluted.

Chicken and steak stir fry! We're made chicken and steak lo mein. Well, Ciara and Claire are making it. I was making Cookies n' Cream cake. "What's the drink?" Claire Asked, chopping the vegetable. *Cinderella!* I suggest, putting the cakes in the oven. "Reece, after you make your icing, will you make it?" Ciara asked, worrying a bit. Her dad told her they were having a family over for dinner. She really want them to like dinner. I smiled and nodded. I did the drink first, then put it in the fridge. Someone cleared their throat. I looked in the direction of the sound. It was a 6'1" handsome guy, that look it like Johnny. I take it's his dad. "Ciara, who are your friends?" He asked. "Claire Artolwiski and Reece Hopper." Ciara squeaked, pointing us. I went into shy mode, and barely waved. Claire said hello, and went to shake his hand. He told her she had a good shake and to call him Sir. "Are you two staying for dinner?" Sit asked. We looked at Ciara. "We have enough for ten!" She smiled. "It's a formal dinner!" Sir cleared before leaving the room. "No worries, guys, I might have dresses that'll fit!" Ciara grinned. We went back to being quite. Ciara ran to her maids corner to get the dresses. I taste the frosting, then gave so to Claire. She gave me a thumbs up before so return the chicken. The timer went off. I tested the cakes. Ready! I pulled them out and turned off the oven. 'Looks are everything in food!' I remember my mom saying. I miss her. We've only talk three times since I left. I decorate the cake to my best ability. I even add smashed oreos on top. "The cake looks amazing, Reece!" Ciara complimented. I blushed. Ciara handed me a cake dish. I transferred my cake from a plate to the dish, adding the cover after. I washed the items I used, and put them away. *What else can I help with?* I asked. "You can help me wash the rest of our dish!" Ciara suggested. Claire started plating. I nodded. I washed, while she rinsed and dried. "Claire, did you make the channel, yet?" Ciara asked. "No, I'll make it at the sleep over. After, Dez makes the video." Claire answered, starting another plate. Only nine more. I hope she remembers not to make my portion large. "Yes! Reece, I remembered." She read my mind. OMG, she read my frigging mind. "No, I didn't read your mind. I guessed. And the excited squeal give you away." There she goes again. I shot hear suspicion look, before return to the dish. After we all done, We set the table. "How much time do we have?" Claire asked. "Fifteen minutes. Shit!" Ciara grabbed our dress and hands and pull us in to a room. "It's Natalie's room!" She explained. "Reece, what that of bra are you wear?" She asked. I shrugged. "Shirt. Off. NOW!" I took of my shirt. She smile, "You're wearing the right bra." I slid into the dress. Ciara zipped it up. It was smug around the chest. Of course! "Just a few more months!" I muttered. "Until what?" Ciara asked. "I get enough money for a breast reduction." I whispered. This was a touchy subject for me. "How many cups?" Claire asked, whispering. "Five. But the started of eleventh grade, they'll probably be in the C's." I told them. They hugged me. Then, got dressed themselves. I slid my jeans off. Then, I realized how short the dress was. It was barely an inch below my bum. Lucky, we didn't have enough time for makeup. The girls strolled to the kitchen, while I skipped. The doorbell was rang. Sir yelled he got it. I started pouring the drink, while Claire added a cherry. "Kids, come meet our guest." Sir called. Ciara just tool the last of the food in the microwave. We walked out to the front room. Johnny was there, wearing grey skinnies and a white buttons. He looked at me, surprised. I followed Ciara to the door. "Amanda, Kyle, meet my daughter, Ciara and Her friends, Claire and Reece. Ciara and friends, meet to Mass's." Sir introduced. "Nice to meet you, Ciara and Reece. Nice to see you again, Claire." Mrs. Mass's tameless southern accent rang. I shook hands with her. Then, her husband. Lastly, her son. He looked really familiar. Then it hit me. Greg. So where's Dez? Claire seemed to be thinking the same thing. "Our younger son isn't here, yet. He's running late." She cleared up. No shiz, Sherlock! "He's five minutes away. I texted him." Claire stated, dryly. Mrs. Mass nodded. "Well, let's move to the living room and wait for him." Sir said, gesturing to the sitting area. "Let me take your coats." Ciara smiled. The Mass's handed her their coats, smiling grateful. *Claire, let's go check on the food!* I beckoned, walking to the kitchen. Claire followed me. I put the drinks in the fridge. Claire heats up the lo mien so it'll still be seeming hot when Dez gets here. Ding-Dong. He's here. Ciara said she got it, then she and Dez came in the kitchen. Dez looked flabbergasted and he threw his hand over his heart. "What?" Ciara asked. "Reece. She's in a dress. I think I've seen everything. But this means I'm about to die." Dez answered in a duh tone. I laughed. "Go screamed it on top of the mountain!" Claire laughed. "I just might!" He retorted, sassily. We laughed. "We should start serving." Ciara said. Grabbing two plates. Dez grabbed two, so did Claire and I.