Peter Graham

Years had passed since you last saw him.
Your mother was a great friend of hers when she was younger. They were best friends. And Annie wasn't usually very friendly with anyone, not even her own children, so your mother was very important to her. Because of this, there wasn't a day that went by when you didn't invade Peter's house to spend the whole day playing with him. From the time you moved to his city at the age of four, until you returned to your country at eleven.
Seven years have passed since then. And the front door looked exactly the same as when you said goodbye to Peter amidst the most heartbreaking childish tears his mothers had ever seen, so long ago.
You had to admit it; this was pretty strange. You were there with your mom, her holding your baby brother in her arms, trembling with excitement, more than just thrilled by the reunion. And you were there, as still as a rock, your mind filled with thoughts that did nothing to brighten the experience.
Of course you remembered Peter, your best friend from childhood. But what if he didn't? What if he was too cool for you now? What if you spent all day in awkward silence?
You didn't have any more time to rethink your entire existence because the door opened, revealing Annie with a huge smile on her face, Steve with his hands on little Charlie's shoulders in front of him, and Peter in the background, standing as stiff as you, his hands in his pockets and his gaze fixed on yours. Because the moment he saw you, he was stunned.
"It's so good to see you! It's been so long!" Annie launched herself at attacking your little brother's cheeks and greeting your mom as Steve approached with a serene air, and you and Peter found yourselves in the most awkward staring contest of your lives.
After the longest five minutes of their lives, they found themselves standing in front of each other, abandoned to their fate by the adults, alone on the porch of their familiar home.
Peter was as much of a loser as you.