Think Happy Thoughts Peter Pan Novels & Stories

"And then he told me to have some dignity... How am I supposed to act, Peter?" My feathery friend flapped his wings in response. "Yeah, I know I haven't shown my best attitude, but he makes me nervous, you know? Every time I see his eyes, my hands shake and my thoughts divide.” I explained confused. Peter jumped off my legs and started running while cheering loudly, making me laugh even as frustrated as I felt. "I would like to understand what you say, maybe that would be the answer I need...”

"If you need my notes or anything, I would give it you and you shouldn't hesitate to request for things you'ld need from me, Okay?" I smiled and nodded. "Good" Peter said and left the kitchen. Wow what a really generous and friendly person he is. I guess, he is God-sent. *.* * * * To Be Continued ******** *****

“I don’t need a therapist. I’ve got this.” “Gianna, sometimes it’s okay to ask for help. Talking to a professional makes you smart.” “Well, I have you for now,” I muttered, trying to deflect. Peter pulled back slightly with a mock-offended look on his face. “For now? Excuse me?” “Okay, forever. Are you happy?” I laughed, swatting his arm. His grin returned, and he reached for my hand. “What would make you happy?” “I don’t know... maybe having a baby.”

He clears his throat and says, “yeah, come on. I take you to your room.” We climbed the long staircase and walked down the hallway to the bottom. Open the door and there we see an enormous suite. “You will be comfortable here, dear.” Peter sets Maddie down and she runs to the bed to climb on and jump on it, singing happily. I see how Peter watches her totally in love. Then his gaze lands on mine, as he says, “You can’t imagine how happy you’ve made me, Emma. I am the luckiest man on earth.”

My heart melted when I saw this beautiful blue-eyed angel wearing blue shirt and dark blue jeans. “Hi miss. Miller!” Peter said cheerfully. I made an awww-face, remembering the first time we met. He was nervous and quiet, and now he is so happy and acting all age appropriate like he supposed to do. “Peter, I am so happy to see you!” I said, as I hugged him tightly, raising him from the floor. I couldn't helped myself, I love kids! Everyone laughed, as I started spinning him around, making him laugh too! One more Dupont I adore…

He would cry loud as if he had been stung by something painful. Despite his playful nature the boy was handsome and likable. His physical features resembled that of his father Jim. Whenever I looked at my son sometimes I imagined that Jim was near me. At this moment, I touched my son’s hair while he was still eating and he felt happy. After some brief moment of silence Peter burst out. “Mum will you buy Mary a big sweet and me too.” “Mary will you be happy with mom?” Peter asked again. “Of course, I will be happy with mom and you as well.” Replied Mary.

Excited and beyond happy to see a man dressed as Peter Pan, a teenager perhaps just by his height in an exact Peter Pan live movie outfit waving at them. “Peter Pan!” Hoppy keeps on yelling that name over and over again. She stood up on her chair, almost pushing the popcorn of her seat until Alissa quickly save it. As the show goes on with the introduction of Wendy, the lost boys, and pirates, other than the voices and music from the stage, everyone can basically hear Hope trying to say out their line in which she has a good grasp on. The best part was when Tinker Bell showed up and Hope to cheer for her. She even looked at Alissa at one point and ask.

“Mr. Hall lets me ride on his shoulder, and he always brings me fun toys!” Yanny began counting his fingers and explaining the fun things that he had done with Peter, most of which were popular games between father and son. A hint of sadness could be seen in Clara’s eyes when that thought surfaced in her mind.

“Can you just hear him guys? A few hundred bucks.” The men laughed and pointed fingers at Peter. “Here boy, take it.” The old man threw an envelope at him. “In that envelope is ten thousand dollars. Have that and give yourself some nice treats.” Peter hesitated, “it's fine uncle. I have a few bucks for myself. I can manage and survive on that.” “I am still your uncle after all. You need not deny my help, Peter.” Peter sighed, rubbing his Temple. He picked the envelope and looked at his contents. A feeling of sadness enveloped him. He felt like a pawn caught in a game, being tossed around.

Patty asked while sipping her bread on her latte. "Not so sure, I still felt nervous." I answered. "I am as well but for the sake of our grades, shove that nervousness away." She's right. I pinched some bread and throw it to Sheena. Sheena is a quite dog but sometimes she's loud but maybe she was hungry or thirsty. I opened my phone and went into youtube to watch the summarized version of Peterpan. ### So they'll gonna play Sleeping Beauty. "Cassandra is so beautiful." "I wish I could be like her."