Somewhere In Neverland (Sequel To When You Can't Sleep At Night) {2}

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

PETER'S POV

*The Next Day*

"Peter, wake up, time for school." My dad said, shaking me away. I groaned and rolled onto my back., opening my eyes a bit. I looked to see my dad staring down at me.

"I don't want to go." I whined.

"I know, but you have to." He said, stripping me of my covers. "Come on Peter, I have to get into the studio today." I sat up and scratched my head. "Good, I'll come and check on you in five minutes." He said, leaving my room and closing the door. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, standing up.

I walked over to my closet and opened it up, pulling out a red and black flannel and black skinny jeans. I pulled those one and went into the bathroom, running a brush through my hair. I turned on my flat iron, brushed my teeth and went back into my room and pulled on my red converse. I went back into the bathroom and began flat ironing my hair before going downstairs.

"Good morning Peter." My mom smiled as I walked into the kitchen. I waved to her and grabbed an apple from the bowl. "Don't you want breakfast?" I shook my head.

"I'm fine, is Belle at school yet?" My mom looked at the clock in the kitchen and groaned.

"Shit." She said quietly. "BELLE GRACE CARLILE! IF YOU MISS THE BUS YOU'RE GOING TO WALK TO SCHOOL!" It wasn't long before I heard my little sister running down the stairs.

"BYE!" She called, opening up the door. "PETER, BROOKLYNNE'S HERE!" She yelled before running out of the house. I raised my eyebrow and walked to the entryway to see Brooklynne standing in the doorway.

"I was going to walk to your house in just a minute." She shrugged.

"Well I got a headstart." She giggled.

"Let me just get my stuff." I said, grabbing my bag and flipping through to make sure everything was there. I slung it on my shoulder and gripped the doorknob.

"BYE!" I called, closing the door behind me before they could stop me.

"Sorry about not texting you back yesterday, I fell asleep."

"It's fine, how'd it go." I shrugged.

"I'm kind of worried to move out now because she was a mess yesterday." I said, taking a bite out of my apple.

"I'm sure she'll be fine. I mean, I can see where she's coming from, her first daughter is moving out and going to college. I'm sure she'll be a little better for you."

"I doubt it. You obviously don't know my mom." I laughed. "I'm her "baby boy"." I groaned, putting air quotes around the last two words. "I'm her first and only son, it's going to be just as hard for her." Brooke just shrugged.

"Did you do the math homework?" She asked and I nodded.

"Algebra's easy."

"Yeah." She said, running her fingers through her hair. We could take the bus, but most of the time, we'd rather walk. It gives us more time to talk and just be alone, clear our heads before school. Also, we don't really run into any jerks like we would on the bus.

"Shit." I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket.

"What?" I held up a finger and put the phone to my ear.

"Peter?" My mom asked.

"Hey, are you going to the studio with dad today?"

"No, why?"