The Lost Boy | Cherise and Peter
Peter smiled wide as he heard about the place he could call his own. He knew exactly how he wanted to decorate it as well. He would have a dark night sky on the cieling and make the rest look like his own room, with as much green as one could imagine. “Really?” He stated, getting more excited than before. He started to run up the stairs when he realized that he didn’t know where the attic was and turned around, the same glimmer that he used to have in Neverland shining in his eyes. “Whhere is it? Am I getting my own bed? I wanna have stars in my room, and trees?” He asked, saying all of his wild ideas to him. “I also need to find Tinkerbell. Do you know where she is?” He asked as he looked at her, the glimmer slightly fading though still there.
"I’d like to eat first, yes!" He stated, running back down the stairs towards where he thought the kitchen would be but found himself in the family room. "Cherise!" He yelled, now walking slightly slower around the house to go back and find her. "Where are you?" He stated before finding her again. "I can’t find the kitchen."
"I haven’t seen Tinker-" Cherise stopped quickly in her speech. First thing was first; food. A sandwich and something to drink. She’d ask Leroy to help her convert the attic room tomorrow and let Peter supervise. For now, she smiled knowingly and walked beside the boy while gesturing down a small group of doorways into a sunny kitchen. "I was going to tell you the attic room isn’t really done yet. You could share a room with the Little Prince while you’re waiting. Or you can sleep on the pull-out bed in the living room. I think you might like sharing the room with Prince a bit more. He has stars in his room. Maybe it’ll give you a few ideas once your room is done!" Cherise placed the groceries on the counter and pulled her stool over. While starting to prepare the sandwich, she was also putting things away at the same time. "Peanut butter and jelly? Tuna fish? Bologna? Turkey? Ham and cheese? Just cheese? Anything you want, Peter. I can make it."
"Okay." Peter stated, shrugging it off as if it were no big deal. He didn’t mind that the room wasn’t done at all. He, after all, had more important things on his mind such as getting some food in his stomach. All of the items of food she had listed made his stomach grumble and he tilted his head, pursing his lips slightly as he thought about exactly what he wanted. "What about, Grilled cheese?" He asked raising his eyebrows. "With grapes, and oh! With lettuce in the sandwich?" He asked before he realized that lettuce in grilled cheese did not sound very appetizing. "Never mind about the lettuce, but I want it nice and grilled." He ordered with a triumphant face as if he was the one who was going to make this glorious sandwich. Oh how clever of him to think of what sandwich he wanted! It was definitely a success for him.
