Think Happy Thoughts Peter Pan Novels & Stories

130. Third Person POV. Peter was bubbling with excitement inside of him now, knowing his ticket to freedom was now within reach. Years of searching for that daughter of his has come to an end. Fuck his dead wife, Helen, and yeah, fuck David Truman, Peter smirked inwardly. What he loved most about this minute is the fucking hatred and confusion he's implanting in Vera's mind. He's not here to just take the girl to Anton but he also intends to change her notion about David Truman.

My mom and my sister's eyes were fixed on Peter while he is stirring the coffee he just made. "He looks so hot, Mom but I have changed my bias now. Lester's name sounds too good to be true and with hooded eyes and a serious face. I think I will get pregnant just by thinking of him." "You are overacting, Jane. No one would get pregnant just by thinking of them." "You won't know, Tara. Invite Lester some other time. I need to see him to recharge my dose." What is wrong with this girl? She really needs to stop daydreaming. Peter turned at me and I saw him smiling but he was so happy that he can't keep up with his doing now.

“Hush now, I’ll let you go once you’re ready.” All that’s left is to remove all malice in my heart. I’ve thought of so many ways to do it, but Priscilla has always mentioned to ‘think happy thoughts and your heart will do the rest’. For a child who had a miserable childhood growing up, there were not many ‘happy thoughts’ to think of.

Harry’s tone was as straightforward as ever, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Peter quickly followed up with a message: “I agree! Just let me know if you need any help.” He sent a series of heartbroken emojis and added, “How could he have these wishes? Going to an amusement park, seeing a movie, camping under the stars—these are such ordinary things. What has this child been through?”

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.

“Well, I’ll be looking forward to it. I’ll be skipping all the way home.” I was practically skipping as I left, actually. The lightness in the air still continuing, even on a Monday morning. I was immune to all the sneers, and the whispers, just as I had been. But there was a quietness in my mind that had changed. I felt calm. Calm and happy. The courage of your convictions. I liked that a lot. Lola looked so happy, too, when I saw her at lunchtime. “That trip did Peter loads of good,” she told me. “He hasn’t stopped smiling. He’s been looking up restaurants in town, says he wants to invite you and Julian out with us, a treat from him.”

I was not going to stop working on the CID files to help John. Peter was sleeping at home. I was thinking about Peter, my boy, with messy hair and soft fingers that always seemed to be sticky. Peter deserved his father, the man who loved Peter much and had tried really hard to keep them safe. My heart felt bad. I looked at the picture of Peter that I carry with me in my wallet when I feel sad. I said to the picture of Peter "We will make it okay Peter" I said quietly. "I promise to Peter"

I splash water all over my face and close my eyes, trying to think of anything else other than the big step I’m taking. “Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts.” I whisper to myself. It’s so sad how nothing instantly comes to my head. Life lately has been anything but happy. But, I don’t give up. I search through my memories for moments that gave me joy, replaying everything I can find like a movie flick.

Peter said and now I’m so sure that nothing is going to spoil my plan tomorrow and I’ll definitely see my baby, I wonder how he’ll react when he sees me. “I love you!!! Just keep saying anything, Your voice is a different kind of happy pills, I always feel too happy listening to you talk!” I said as I smiled and folded my self into my duvet, I didn’t stop touching my boobs, all I did was to imagine Peter’s hand folding and sucking them softly, Peter’s lips and tongue has done too much sweet things on my body.

He used to think that he was a phycho, but then he found himself loving them as well. "You have got a dirty mind, pretty boy." Peter's voice echoed as we walked back to the room with a towel dangerously hanging around his torso. Peter gulped, looking away in an effort to block the dirty thoughts that were already flowing through his mind. He had already pictured him positioning himself in between his legs, lifting his legs up, and then fucking the hell out of him.