Peter most likely has mixed emotions towards Anne, being that he also probably doesn't know what these feelings are, and I am speaking from direct experience here, so I feel like I know what I'm talking about
So, in 6th grade, while riding on the bus back to my house after a long day of tolerating my teachers and doing school work, I was joking around with my friend group, two of which were male, and one was a female. I told what would be perceived as an offensive joke to some, but we thought it was really funny, and the minute I delivered the punch line, everyone was falling out of their seats laughing. This went on for a good 10 minutes before our stop came, and ten minutes before the part that ruined my day and almost ruined our friendship.
As we were getting up, the female friend lightly banged my head up against the window of the bus, which hurt like crazy, but it was obviously her just playing with me, so I laughed it off and walked home with them. I get home, unpack my stuff, and get an after-school snack, my usual routine after school. My grandma is home today, so I go up to her room to tell her about my day. I start up the conversation with, "Hey Grandma! I see you're home early today!," and she greets me with something along the lines of, "Hey, Thomas, how was your day, grandson?" I proceed to talk about how my day went, and as I'm finishing up, I casually mention the bus incident, though I wouldn't really call it that. She gives me this dirty look and goes, "You just let her do that to you?" Mind you, my mother and grandmother already don't like girls being around me for some weird reason, and I assume that this just made it worse. I reply with, "Yeah, it was just a joke"
"But you shouldn't let people do those things to you."
"But we were just playing, Grandma."
"Whatever, I don't care if you don't care..."
Yeah right.
So I go downstairs to finish up my homework and get on with my day, and it seemed normal. But then my mom gets home, and this is where things start to go downhill. I'm in my room relaxing when I hear my mother scream my name. I come downstairs and she already looks dressed to fight. And guess what? My grandma is there too! I'm mildly upset but already embarrassed because I knew what was about to happen, so I quietly tried to sneak back into my room so I at least wouldn't have to go with them, but apparently, I wasn't fast enough, as she snatched me up and dragged me out to the car, mumbling something along the lines of, "Going to that brat's house...", "Gonna beat up that loser and her mom", "Hurt my baby..."
While in the car, she demands that I tell her where the girl's house is, and reluctantly, I do so. We get there, and I try to hide in the car, but now it's Grandma's turn to drag me somewhere (to the door). My mom knocks on the door, rather loudly, might I add, and the girl's father answers the door. My mom tells him the situation, and he calls out the girl and her mom then runs away. I lock eyes with her and I try to tell her that I'm so sorry, because both of us were obviously mortified that this was happening. My mom starts passive-aggressively explaining what I said, kind of twisting it so that she seems to be the one at fault. I blame that part on my grandma, though, because she has a tendency to do things like that. As the mom looks more and more scared of my mom (she has that effect on people sometimes), I sink further and further away into the shadow of my mom's car. Once my mother has finished being mad, my friend's mother frantically tries to explain how sorry my friend is and how that isn't accepted in their household and how it won't happen again, as I continue to try my hardest to disappear. By some miracle, the conversation between the two turns into a friendly one, and now I can safely retreat to the car, bringing my friend with me. As we hide behind my mom's car, it is I who is now trying to frantically explain that what my mom is saying was not at all what I told them. As I start to panic more and more, she just stares at me and goes, "Relax, man. I'm just as horrified as you are, but I'm staying calm here. act like me and we can get out of this quicker. We'll talk about it more in Homeroom tomorrow. OK? OK, let's go."
We both return to our positions beside our respective parents and wait for them to finish up as we realized that the grass is suddenly very interesting every time one of our names is mentioned. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally finish up and I am no longer subjected to the psychological torture of having to see my mom like this. We get home, my mom tells me that she doesn't want me around that girl anymore, and we continue our day as if nothing happened, except for me, who was permanently scarred by this would-be altercation.
957 words. You're welcome.
