Very nice culmination of events.  Particularly effective was Peter's inner narrative intertwined with the hints of Lisa's emotional states as signaled by her body/facial-language.  This allowed the dramatic exchange to carry the reader towards the embrace with the wavering, hesitant pace of two same-sized actors in a fraught scene rather than dwelling on the fact that Lisa was in complete control of just how close Peter came (or didn't come) to her.  Even if the scene and the dialogue called for Peter to physically embrace Lisa, she alone determined their proximity; if she deflated or let her arms relax or otherwise held him distant, he couldn't force the issue.  But since we were so caught up in their emotional exchange, their embrace seemed mutual rather than unilateral.

And that, my friends, is authentic characterization.

Erica stepping up reminds me that I still want to hear more about Dad.

Quick, someone make a Deviantart.com account for Mandy, then send the link to Sharon.

I have to say, Erica seems much more mature than your average high school junior (male or female).  Even with the added detail of her breakup with Sean, most kids can't process drama like that so swiftly.  The advice she's giving Peter sounds like it should be coming from someone who's had at least a year away at college.  I fully buy that Erica's concern for Peter's safety and even happiness is genuine, but as a teenager herself she would realistically limit her focus to not incurring her mother's wrath.

Perhaps unintentionally, Cary's comment highlights the fact that I don't think we've heard a single word about Peter's father.  Not to be excessively heteronormative, but where's Daddy?  If Suzanne is the (quite understandable) source of overprotectiveness in the family, who's the source of the adventurousness that Peter is experimenting with (and that Erica is advocating)?

My cavils aside, I still think this is one of my favorite stories, and I impatiently check the site every day for updates.  Watching teenagers let a five-inch-tall kid make them feel special while they in turn try to make him feel normal is, well, special.

It's unseemly (and poor plotting) to see malice in every mishap, but I can't help thinking Amy might have had something to do with that errant ball.

Nevertheless, I'll happily read any number of your fraught handheld scenes, however unseemly their origin (or conclusion...).

Ah, young love. Who doesn't remember the thrill of simply saying the name of their first love, the sparkle of touching their bare skin, or the rush of vertigo as they snatched you from the desktop and dropped you in their purse?

Erica might also be one of those people who are better at giving good advice than taking it themselves. 

I'm really glad you've picked this back up.  The details of the physical environment are well-attended-to, but the description of the social environment is where your writing really shines.  High schoolers are very hard to write without falling into cliche, mainly because they are still developing their personalities and trying on different roles each day.  Meeting someone 1/20th your size could provoke all kinds of experimental reactions...

I appreciate the slow build, too.  I can be sustained for weeks be a well-written handheld scene, and you've already logged a dozen beauties.

On a personal note,  I'm pretty sure I had Ms. Tritter for Math, too.  I remember fondly being personally instructed in the operations of extrapolation.  I'm sure Peter would benefit from similar attention.

From Ms. Tritter to Sharon; like going from the afternoon sun in July to a December moonrise.  Work those capillaries, Peter! 

Delightful.  I continue to be impressed by the fine balance you are able to maintain between Peter's precarious situation and optimism for his future. Every person he meets is a new opportunity for aid or menace (or, often, both).

I do think it would be basic courtesy not to use the word "crush" so casually around someone in Peter's condition.