You and Peter Graham had been friends for a while. Well, more than a while. You and Peter had known each other since Kindergarten, and your mothers were best friends since High School. Now, Annie had invited your family over for dinner. You and Peter hadn't spoken since you were 12, so it had been a really long time. Your mother Verosika knocked on the door, your baby brother in her arms, and you with your hands by your sides and nervously rocking on your heels.

You could hear Annie shout at Peter to 'go open the door'. You and your mother gave each other a look, before Peter opened the door. His eyes quickly rested on you, surprised at how much you matured. Peter blinked a couple times and smiled.

"Oh, hey guys. Y-Yeah, come in."