Chapter 8

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EDITED: January 26, 2018

Jenny's POV

Why does my back ache? I sat up straight from the ground and look around. I slept on the ground last night, along with the other boys. And Peter.

I felt the red come to my cheeks. And just to clarify, the cheeks on my face.

Oh man, I have to do laundry. I groaned as I got up then walked to all the boys tents to get the clothes that stung my eyes with the smell.

Wait, does this mean I have to wash Peter's clothes to? Maybe they smell like him- Okay I'm sounding creepy, but I can't help it, I'm a girl.

I walked into Peter's tent and look for his clothes. When I brought them to my nose, they smelled like some chemical gas. Damn this stinks! I dropped it in the basket with the rest of the dirty clothes and take a look around his tent.

His room is bigger than my tent that's for sure. He even has a bed with a mattress! I guess it wouldn't hurt to jump on it for a while.

I put the basket down and climb on the bed and test it to make sure it won't collapse. Yep, it's secure, and it doesn't squeak! I started jumping up and down and mentally sang,

'I'm jumping on Peter Pan's bed, I'm jumping on Peter Pan's bed'

I turned around while still jumping and saw Peter in the doorway.

'Now I'm dead, now I'm dead' I mentally sang again while jumping off the bed. I silently walked over to the laundry basket and picked it up. When I turned to Peter, and he wasn't too happy. He seemed to not be a morning person.

"Jenny, what is your job from now on?" Peter asked me.

"Um to do laundry, but you're kinda preventing from me doing that if you're in the way soo..." I tried to maneuver my way around him but he pushed me back causing me to fall on my bum.

Peter crouched to my level and looked at me.

"Laundry doesn't involve jumping on my bed in my tent, all you do is get my clothes and get out!" And as his sentence went on he grabbed my neck and squeezed it, not too hard but hard enough to get his point across.

"Do you understand me?" He said angrily. I nodded. He let my neck go and stood up.

"Now get out, I expect you back at camp in two hours." I thought there was no time on Neverland, dumbass.

"What did you just call me?" Wait what? I said that out loud? Shit.

"I didn't say anything." Please let it go and drop it.

I quickly picked my basket back up and hurried out of his tent.

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- At a nearby lake -

I plopped the basket down and sat in front of the lake. A man period has to exist because Peter obviously has one. I grabbed the first shirt and rubbed soap on it and washed it in the water. I watched as brown dirt from the shirt went in the water.

By the time I'm done with this laundry the lake is going to be black with nastiness.

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1 hour later...
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I put the clean clothes back in the basket and looked at the lake. It looks like a thousand people shit in it.

Oh well, not my problem. I picked up the laundry basket and started my walk to camp.

What am I going to say to Peter when I get back? What are you supposed to say to a person when they almost choke you?

Before I knew it I was at camp. Wait, I forgot which of the clothes belong to. Okay let me try something.

"Laundry is done so grab your own clothes!" I shouted getting everyone's attention. They all walked over to the basket and rummaged through the basket to find their clothes.

I'm tried so hard to not laugh. They looked like customers at the mall on Black Friday.

I heard someone clear their throat behind me and I think I have a good idea who. I turned around to face Peter.

"You're in my way." He said with no emotion. Can you walk around?

"God gave you legs for a reason, you can walk around me." I sassed.

"Are you sassing your leader?" He said in an amused tone. I just ignored him and turned back around to take the empty basket. Peter gently took the basket out of my hands, touching my hands in the process.

"Please, let me." He said all gentlemen like even though he was a dick a minute ago.

"Whatever." I turned around and started walking away.

"A thank you would be nice!" He shouted.

"Suck my ass!" I yelled back.

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