Jeremy Sumpter Peter Pan 2003 Novels & Stories

Peter's face looked so scary that even Jeremy, who was used to tough situations, found it hard to take. "Mr. Lennon, just give me a little more time. I promise I'll find him right away." Jeremy wiped his forehead, knowing the person Peter wanted to find must be really important. He quickly ordered his team to search for the secret Lifebringer. "Mr. Lennon, maybe you could go to the hotel for now?"

He asked with a smirk. Amorivia's thought shifted back to Neverland once more. She's rather afraid that this boy doesn't look like Peter Pan in the movies. But she wasn't ready to grow up and so she reached for his hand. "Think of your happiest thoughts and up we fly!" Slowly Amorivia felt like she was just in the water floating. She giggles, feeling really delighted to have met Peter or so she thinks was Peter. "Are you ready to fly to your Neverland, Amorivia?" He asked, with that sweet smile again.

I pretended to not know. “Peter pan is a free-spirited and mischievous young boy who can fly and never grows up, Peter Pan spends his never-ending childhood having adventures on the mythical island of Neverland as the leader of the Lost Boys, interacting with fairies, pirates, mermaids, Native Americans, and occasionally ordinary children from the world,” The woman informed us the tale.

Peter had started wooing Serena right after receiving her information from Grandma May. It had taken a lot of effort to win her heart. Jeremy resembled Peter. He also inherited his father’s speaking skills and was eloquent at a young age. When the children quarreled, Jeremy could even win arguments against most of his older brothers. The people he had lost to were the kings of arguments, Jace and Jax. “I really like you. I like all my aunts. I like my uncles too,” said Jeremy honestly. He really thought his uncles and aunts were good-looking and nice.

Maybe pour her drink in her food… Or preferably, my saliva. “Man!” Peter and Pan scream my name. Jeez. I jerk and turn in their direction. They are casually dressed in ripped shorts, Balenciaga boots, and designer tops. Their hair is roughened into spikes. “You disappeared on us, man.” Peter smacks my shoulder. I sigh and continue munching on my peanut butter cookies. “At least he showed up with the best invitation ever.” He stamps a card on the table. I had shared with my favorites earlier and of course, I slipped theirs in their lockers.

God I suck at plotting evil. “But…but that’s Pe..That’s Peter,” I stammered. “Looking miiiighty fine, might I add.” Steph nudged me in the ribs, and I scowled in response. Who cared if he was hot? He was a jerk. “Hey, dude.” Jeremy slapped hands with Peter. “Where’s your stuff?”

“Disappointed by what exactly?” He chuckled, swirling the drink in his glass. “I thought today I might finally see the face behind those beautiful, piercing eyes of yours.” His gaze lingered on my mask. “I guess your boy didn’t pass the message correctly.” I let out a low, dangerous laugh. “Oh, little Derek… don’t run faster than your shadow.” He spread his arms theatrically. “What can I say? I’m Peter Pan.” The arrogance in his voice was thick enough to choke on. I made a small gesture with my fingers. Eric immediately stepped forward and placed a thick folder in my hand. I tossed it onto the table and slid it across to Derek with two fingers.

I assured him. " When that day comes, let me know," he ordered as I reached for my cup of frappuccino. " Don't worry," I scoffed and finished my drink, leaving only the whipped cream at the bottom of the cup, "I'll help you find someone to take my place. But I'm warning you, I'm your only hot assistant, Peter. The next one will be a sixty year old woman. Or a guy.” Pyotr smiled, no, he laughed at my statement.