Chapter 19
I had to admit, the idea of being Peter’s date had definite benefits. Holding hands, maybe a stolen kiss; who knew where this would lead. I was starting to feel cautiously excited about the plan.
"All right then let's get to work," Uncle Charlie said, as he rubbed his hands gleefully. My uncle loved to plan and plot. Details were what he lived for, and without waiting for any of us to reply, he pulled the pad of paper Peter had been using, and tore off the sheet he had written on. In seconds, he made an agenda for Peter and me to begin our 'dating life'.
“I hate to burst your bubble, Uncle Charlie, but Peter and I have been friends for so long I don’t think anyone would buy the idea that we’re finally dating,” I said, regardless of how much I had secretly hoped for it, I adde
