The Life of a Freak

Chapter 5: Amy's Point of View

My mom apparently received an email from Peter's mom, inviting us over for dinner. Yes!! After all, I kind of fancy him...

Also, Peter has a younger brother who is 9, so Ian could play with him either after, or before dinner, or both.

And I could have time to get to know Peter better! I am so excited to see him!

Maybe we could become good friends, like me and Kayla!

As soon as I thought of Kayla, I got sad again. She was too young to die. Simply too young. 13 is not a good age to die, believe me.

3 days later...

Dad took a day off the day we went over to Peters family for dinner. Right before that, of course, I had my violin lesson with. Miss Lisa Nikolaevna.

Lisa Nikolaevna has soft brown hair and kind brown eyes and is originally from Russia. She left during a World War II, right before the Siege of Leningrad happened (Leningrad is currently called St. Petersburg). Her mother died giving birth to Lisa, and her father died during the war. She grew up as an orphan in America. I feel sorry for her. But, she is a great violin teacher, though.

Anyways, we drove to Peters house. My dad searched for the GPS for half an hour before finally finding it and entering the address. We arrived in 10 minutes. They actually lived really close to us.

So we went inside their house, said hi, etc., etc... Peter looked as handsome as ever. His eyes shone just like the stars of the above. Right before dinner, both of us went up into his room and decided to play 20 questions.

-So what's your full name?, he asked me.

-Amelia. Lucy Grey. What's your full name?

-Peter James Brown. Age?

-12. You?

-Same. Favorite color?

-Green all the way.

-No way. Blue is way better than green.

-Thats only your opinion. Hobbies?

-Drawing and ice-skating.

-Mine's violin. Favorite food?

-Ice cream.

-That's not a food, silly!

-Okay...Pizza?

-Not very creative, but okay... Mine's Shepherd's Pie

-And what the hell is that?

-Layers of meat, vegetables and mashed potatoes with this special sauce... It's from England.

-Well you're in America so if you don't like pizza you're in trouble.

-Who said I don't like pizza? I do like pizza!

-Okay, okay!

-Okay!

-So...what's your shoe size?

-9....my feet are huge!

-Well, my foot size is 9 and a half so calm down!, he said with a friendly smirk.

-Okay. Next question.

-Do you have a boyfriend?

-What kind of a question is that?, I say, surprised.

-Just asking. So do you?

-No. Do you have a girlfriend? I say, smiling slyly.

-Nope! Is something happening here?, he says, giving me his signature half-smile.

-What the hell Pete?

-Just kidding.

-You're weird!

-I know, right?

-Peeeteer!!! Aaamyyyy!!!! Come eat dinner!! , Peter's mom shouts from downstairs.

-Oh well. Come on! , he says, taking my hand and pulling me along.

We descend the stairs and enter the dining room. I sit down, and he sits down next to me.

Mrs. Brown brings in a platter with roasted chicken. She sets it down on the table and goes back into the kitchen to fetch the baked corn on the cob and the white rice.

The dinner was really good and lasted about an hour. The parent talked a lot but the kids (including Peter and I) talked way less. We only said something when we had to and didn't constantly talk about random stuff.

I kept on sneaking Peter glances. God, he was gorgeous!!!

Once, I felt him staring at me. When I looked his way, he quickly looked down, blushing. Stupid boys.

I mean, if I were him and I was staring at my crush, and he looked my way, I would keep looking his way and smile. Of course, I don't know if I am his crush but I definitely hope so!