Who: Peter Johnson & Lisa Thompson When: Sunday December 16, evening. Where: Home What: Peter has been getting settled, but he has finally emerged from his room. Rating: PG I am guessing.
Pete felt like kind of a jerk. He'd arrived in town, used the money his mom had given him to buy some underwear and laundry detergent, and retreated into the room these new relatives had cleared out for him. It wasn't that he was depressed, just.. well, yeah. He was homesick. No sixteen-year-old boy wants to admit that he misses his mom, but Pete does, and he misses her bad. Still, he knows he can't keep acting like this. It's hard starting at a new school in the middle of a semester, and he managed to blame his absence on that for a few days, but eventually he would have to meet these people.
So Sunday evening he finally poked his head out of his room for no reason other than to see what people were up to. He wandered to the living room and sat down on the couch. He picked up a magazine, but it was about fishing or something and that was super boring so he put it back down and pulled the phone out of his back pocket to start up his game about shooting zombies. At least now he wasn't playing it in his bedroom. That counted as being social, right?