A/N: Ok, sorry, sorry -shields herself from angry mob of people-. I know how long it's been since I've updated. Once again, I am overloaded with stuff. V-ball is getting big, grades are really starting to kick in, Latin classes on Saturday, and I'm working on a new Harry Potter story. I've been up to my neck in it here, I'm really sorry. I'll do what I can in the near future. Please don't send me hate reviews for being so slow. I already know I am. Once again sorry!

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And now, to satisfy your long, intense, waiting desires to read this story (Psh, who am I kidding?), I present, Chapter 5: Bed Time

"Here you are," said John, handing Peter a pair of red and white striped pants and shirt.

Peter looked at it with his now somewhat bloodshot eyes. The soap had left him scarred for life. He never EVER wanted a bath again, that's for sure.

"Are these new coverings?" asked Peter, feeling more confused than ever. Wendy had once told him that the ways of the Lost Boys and his were so very different and strange. Well, she didn't mention that hers were much stranger than Peter's own. Everything was so clean and neat. Peter wondered how anyone could live like that, but if Wendy was happy with it, than he would be too. Or pretend to be, at least.

John helped him change into the strange clothes (John called them pamjas or something like that).

He went downstairs to find Wendy and some of the boys sitting by the fire, hanging socks on the mantle.

"Oh Peter!" Wendy exclaimed as he walked into the room. "You look absolutely wonderful! Almost-," she giggled, "-handsome."

Peter smiled his mysterious smile and glowed with pride on the inside. He wasn't too fond of these 'clothes', but Wendy liked them and he would where them as long as she wanted him too. Maybe.

"Peter, you get a stocking too!" said one of the twins, pointing to one of the socks.

Peter looked at the socks hanging over the fire place. He was beginning to feel like nothing would surprise him now.

St. Nicolas comes and fills them with goodies and treats over night when you're asleep," Wendy explained. "It's awful fun."

"Doesn't it sound exciting, Peter?" said Tootles, grinning.

Peter nodded eagerly. "It does sound like fun. Do you get new swords in your socks? And hats and brand new belts?"

Wendy laughed. "I don't know. Maybe. But it does seem unlikely. You'll have too wait and find out, I suppose."

"Boys?" Wendy's mother, Mrs. Darling had just come into the room. "What are you still doing up? You should be in bed!"

"Bed?" Peter questioned.

"Yes, bed!" said Mrs. Darling. Up you go, all of you."

The boys groaned and headed there way up the stairs with Wendy and Peter.

"What are we doing?" asked Peter.

"Going too bed, silly," answered Wendy with a smile. "Don't you go to bed in Neverland?"

Peter nodded, thinking. Yes they went to bed in Neverland, of course, but they had never been told when too, or how too. Peter loved staying here with Wendy and the boys, but he grew to dislike this world more and more as he learned more about it. He would have to do some serious thinking on this subject later, but for now, he needed some sleep.

He trampled into the boys' room and plopped onto the piles of blankets and pillows that had been assorted for him. He closed his eyes began to droop and he fell asleep almost instantly.

A/N: So? What you think? Did you like it? Did you not? What could I do to make it better? TELL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!