Second Date

Chapter 15: Meeting the Parents

Chapter 15: Meeting the Parents

Peter was fashionably late. So he rang the doorbell - twenty six times.

The knob jingled. The door opened. Peter was greeted by a St. Bernard. An angry, resentful St. Bernard.

Peter tipped his fedora.

"Nana."

Nana growled.

Nana remembered Peter Pan, or as she called him 'The Unwelcomed Intruder That Is Not A Squirrel.' And if he planed to waltz into her home and steal her children again - well, well! Then Peter Pan had another thing coming!

Defensively, Nana sat on the threshold. She eyed Peter's shadow. Just try it weird flying thing that's not a squirrel. Just try.

Peter curled his toes. Shadow was still there. Good.

"Should I let myself in?" Peter lifted a foot, "Or are we still on bad terms?"

"Hey! Pan! Peter Pan!"

Peter looked over Nana. Flynn was beckoning from the hallway.

"Hurry up!" he hissed. "You're late!"

"Fashionably." Peter corrected, shifting the packages in his arms. "I had to get these. Remember? For Wendy's parents. Are they here?"

"Yeah they're here!" Flynn dragged Peter by Nana. Peter hopped, flying over the dog's bonnet just for old time's sake.

"Jimbo and I have been dying in there!" Flynn said. "Haven't you read the Bro Code?! A bro never leaves his bros to engage in small talk with somebody else's girlfriend's parents!"

"What'sa girlfriend?"

"Never mind!"

Peter rotated, enthralled with The Darling's home. He'd frequented Wendy's nursery, but never the house itself. He felt like a criminal set loose in an unlocked bank.

"Where's Wendy?"

"Upstairs with Merida and Rapunzel doing lip gloss or hair glitter or something. But -"

Peter veered for the stairs. "Thanks."

"Oh no! You're meeting the parents! Mr. and Mrs. D wanted to see you! So get in there -" Flynn pushed Peter into the Darling's parlor. "And pray they don't bite!"

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"They're here!"

Rapunzel bounced on Wendy's bed. Her pink dress fluttered over lavender tights. "They're here! They're here! They're here! Peter just rang the bell! Oh my gosh! What if they don't like us? What if we look too much like real people? But that's okay right, because they look like real people too! Maybe I should call Ariel again and ask for a fishtail braid! I mean it worked the first time - "

"Quit yer worrying!" Merida flumped next to Rapunzel. "It's justa date! Lazer tag, food, midnight, then we forget!"

The two girls could not have looked more different. Rapunzel was a pastel dream complete with lacey accessories and golden ballerina slippers. Merida's outfit was a wild combination of high-heeled boots, black stockings, a red plaid dress, and a blue plaid shirt tied around her waist. And like Jim, Merida also sported hipster glasses - Edna had chosen two lucky victims.

"I guess! But it's more than just a date! It's my dream!" Rapunzel skipped to the door. "This is so exciting, I can't believe Mother Gothel is letting me go! I wonder what Flynn is wearing!"