a story about a boy

there once was a boy, his name was peter. he lived with his mom and grandmother in a house not near the city, far far away from everything and all around was woods, a river and nothing else. it was a old house with lots of history, there happened the explendid stories that his nanna told him every sunday, there were spend the times in family laughing and talking til 3am, and the amazing small partys, with just three people, mom, nanna and peter. partys where everything was funny and smilable. everyday was different and everyday new things happened. one day peter woke up with the smell of pancakes and bacon, he wondered if there were any eggs. he got up, went down stares and saw the eggs waiting for him in his plate, he liked them cold. he was happy and glad he could have that amazing breakfast. the next day the breakfast was muffins with milk, and everyday was different, and delicious. one day he was at school and his mom called, his nanna had died.. at first he didn't believed, but then he started crying and ran from school, leaving all behind. it was the first time he was so sad and heart broken, it was the first day he cryied, and also the first time he ignored Mary, his best friend since ever. he went to his special place, near the river, near his home, where his grandma used to take him all the time. He picked up a rock while crying his eyes out and threw it as hard as he could, splashing it and getting a girl on the other side all wet, she asked him if everything was ok, and he yelled '' DO I SEEM OK TO YOU? DOES IT SEEMS LIKE EVERYTHING IS OK??'' she said sorry and walked away, he kept on crying until the nightfall, everything was dark, he could not see the way home, and he didn't want anyway, he didn't wanna go home, he didn't want to face his mom, either his dead grandma, he didn't want anything. he just had to stay there, listening to the running water, thinking and believing that that hadn't happened, it was not true, he was going to wake up from that awful nightmare with the smell of a brand new breakfast, made by his awesome grandmother, he could not stop crying and then he heard someone crying too, he stoped and looked around.. he couldn't see anyone, so he got up and started walking towards the sound. it wasn't far away, a girl leaning in a tree that spelled ''M+P'' and he stared at the girl for a little while, he was not happy, not at all, but either was she. who might she be?
«...peter...i love you...» he openned his eyes and looked at her, it was Mary, was she Mary? he was his best friend since ever and she was sad and he didn't know? ''Mary...'' he said. she looked up quickly and scared, «oh no» she cleaned up her face filled with tears and said ''peter... what are you doing here? is everything ok? what's wrong? you're crying...'' he turned around so that she couldn't see him, ''nana died..'' she was shocked, everything stoped and she ran, turned him around facing her and hugged him so hard that he couldn't push her away. they cryed while hugging,lasting forever. til he pushed her away and said ''you said you loved me?'' his voice was trembling and his eyes were red from all the crying, it was cold and it seems like it was going to rain soon. she stared at him, «this is no time to hide things from him, or lie, i have to tell him the truth» ''yes, peter (looking down so that she wouldn't see his reaction) i love you, and this is no time to talk about it, i mean, you..'' he stoped her. ''I WHAT? Mary, i can't believe you didn't tell me this, we are best friends, since when ? tell me the truth.'' she didn't answer, she just couldn't.