The Lost Boy

Chapter 2

*Morning*

I woke up bursting with energy. I'm really excited for my first full day in Neverland, and to get to know all the boys. Since I was wide awake and happy that got over me and I woke Kendall up.

"Kendall, get up get up!" I said while jumping on the bed.

Kendall groaned, "Why so early, I'm not ready..." *snores as she falls back into a light sleep*

"Come on Kendall, I want to play!" I whined.

"Fine I'm up, I'm up." She fell out of bed and started combing her hair, "What do you say we go and give Peter a shocker to start his day?"

"Let's do it!" I said with much enthusiasm.

After Kendall combed her hair we snook out of my tent. All the other boys are still sleeping soundly. As we walked into Peter's tent I noticed he was too. Kendall gave me a look asking if I was ready. I shot her a nod back.

"On the count of three." She whispered, "1..., 2..., 3!"

We ran and then jumped right on top of him.

"Ahhhh! Kendall, Sebastian, why would you do that?!" Peter grumbled, "Why such a brute awaking?"

"Peter we want to play..." Sebastian pouted.

"I suppose I can make that happen," Peter smirked. "Kendall why don't you go and get the other boys up and ready. Get Jimmy up first so he can make breakfast."

Kendall nodded and walked out. I didn't know if I was suppose to follow her or not. I stayed with Peter, maybe I can learn more about him.

Peter got up, put on his usually clothes, and gave me a curious look.

"You seem like a fairly nice and happy boy, how come you ended up in Neverland?" He asked...

I froze, didn't know how to respond. Giving him my whole life story when I barely know him, it would be hard to share. I'm not ready for him to know how I got here.

"I don't want to share." I said plainly.

"It's okay, can you tell me a bit about your parents?" Peter brought up.

"My mom is a writer, she is about to publish a new book. She works at home, is able to cook dinner, and takes me to the bus in the morning. Then says goodbye and have a nice day. I wave and she waves back.  We live in a little two story apartment." I answered.

"What about your Dad?" He probed.

I stared at him blankly. I didn't know how to react, truth was I didn't know my dad that well. He is never around so I've only seen him like two or three times. I gave him a shrug, because I honestly didn't know.

The few times my dad was at the house, my mom and him would always fight. I never understood why. I would be laying in bed falling asleep to the repetitive screaming. As I thought of that my eyes started to water, being only 6 years old I could just never understand. I would cry myself to sleep every night, and wake up the next morning as if nothing happened.

Peter came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. I turned around and hugged him tightly grasping onto his shirt. He was shocked at first but returned the hug.

"It's okay, you don't have to share. But I do have one more thing to ask, where do you live?" Peter asked softly.

"Storybrooke, Maine." I replied.

A slight glow came to eyes, as if he now recognized me somehow. By now our hug broke apart and I was going to be fine. He took my hand and we walked outside for eggs, bacon, and toast with blackberry jelly.

"For today, I think we will have a game day. We are going to play capture the flag!" Peter announced.

All the boys cheered in excitement. I jumped up and down unable to stop, that was one of my favorite games. However, none of my friends wanted to play it with me back at home. I could already tell, life here was going to be great.