Novel & Cerita Think Happy Thoughts Peter Pan

{Martha's Pov} Peter adjusted his grip on my hand and stepped in front of me, his blue eyes piercing into mine. "I don't know why I feel so..." He paused, as if searching for the right words. "Happy whenever I'm with you. I feel safe, and maybe that's why I tell you things."

This is awesome. Suddenly I felt Peter’s arms thrown around me in joy; that same joy I saw in Peter so long ago when he discovered me and became my agent. This was just too odd. - Wow, this happiness of yours it is as contagious as it is inexplicable. - Oh, I am sorry I didn’t want to express myself like that. - Apologies accepted. But still, this is odd. And maybe you are happy for me and Rita but I feel like there is something more involved in this, isn’t it?

Alice informed him with a stiff grin. Alexander rolled his eyes at their tactics and chuckled softly,” That continued for so long until Mr. Peter began working for the family and grandma and grandpa moved back to the house. I was a moody and rude child that hardly smiled so imagine my surprise when the new worker was always happy and happily smiling even when I was rude to him. I later got to find out that, he was with the family even before my birth and only went away with my grandparents when they moved out to give my parent their privacy in the past. I wanted to know his secret so bad, I wanted to the secret to his happiness so bad. I wanted to know because I had the desire to laugh more

I laugh at her childishness, this girl never ceases to amaze me. My joy knows no bounds when I see Perpetua, Esau and Peter arrive. Tears of happiness stream down my cheeks as I hug them. Of course, Peter can't resist teasing me. "Well Saray, now you are a real Queen and I don't have to heat any more water for you. Thank God," he exclaims dramatically. We all laugh at his idiocy.

"Why Neverland? We can go to Disney and every lovely places of your choice, honey." "Because..." He stops and pouts his lips as if thinking. Then he goes again. "Because Peter Pan lives there." I press my lips firmly, trying not to laugh... but I can't. I burst into laughter. “That's 25 requests, mum.” My little boy yells a total of something. “All the items you’re getting me, Mum.” He grins. My smile freezes for a while. All I do is stare at my little boy and marvel at how smart he is. A literal genius. While I tickled him to distract him, and while his mind focuses on listing items and sticking the number to his memory.

Short legs walking fast, carrying a backpack on his back, Peter swayed his arms and ran to his mother, hugged his mother's leg once and then looked up and smiled with eyes. Jenny sat down, patted Peter's head, smiled and asked, "Yes What's so fun?" "Ha ha, today the teacher teaches ancient poetry, I've heard it once and already memorized it!" Peter proudly puffed out his chest, extremely pleased, "The teacher even called me smart!" Jenny took Peter's small hand, father and son slowly walked to the nearby bus stop, while walking she asked him, "So what poem did your teacher teach you?" Peter chuckled, raised his head, began to read, his voice soft and tender, “Hungry, hungry, hungry, looking

I am just so tired that I want this day to end already. I don't even feel like going to this party. I just want to sleep and forget everything, but I can't do that. Every time I think about changing my plan, Peter's smiling face comes in front of me. I can't disappoint him like this. I remember how happy he was when I told him that I would come. I have promised him, and I can't let him down now. That's what friendship is about. I don't have many friends, but the few ones that I have, I always make sure to be thankful to them. But after whatever Christopher said, I don't know if I would be able to act normally around Peter.

I put Peter Pan on Disney Plus and sat Tinder down with his popcorn and juice. “I’m going to be a little busy for a few minutes, okay? But when I’m done, we’ll sit down with cookies and chocolate milk and have a talk . I need to tell you a few things. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.” But his father sure was.

I liked that. He was looking at me now, a happy smile still stuck on his face. “Thanks, the pranks we played were actually really fun,” Peter said to me that night at his mother and Uncle Jake's wedding reception. “Yeah, I'm the best at thinking of fun things to do. And you’re welcome,” I replied to him. “Who could bet that a froufrou girl could surprise me like that and have such a calculating mindset?” he said, making me roll my eyes and giggle.

But still I hoped nevertheless. "A penny for your thoughts?" Peter sauntered in dramatically, plopping down on the chair opposite mine as if he were here to discuss a multi-million-dollar deal. "Can you just leave me alone?" I asked. "I will give you more than just a penny if you do that for me." Peter's lips quirked up devilishly. Of course, I had handed the jackpot right over to him, and he was going to lick the last of the juicy gossip as if his life depended on it.