Peter wanted to be friends and he wanted to be buds. He asked me more than a million questions, but one stood out.
"Can I accompany you, while you look for Lily?"hwe had asked, but I hadn't replied. He took it as a yes.
So now I was sitting in a little cave with the last person I'd ever want to be with, Peter.
Peter and his bear feet. He had refused to go get his shoes when I asked.
This trip was going to be the worst because of him.