John Hughes Movie

Chapter 6

Lara Jean

"Gimmie the worst of you, cause I want you anyway." I sang along to the song stuck in my head as I finished straightening up my apartment. Peter was coming over to watch a movie for our project. We had been texting less this week. He took hours to respond. It was completely different from what I had become accustomed to since we met. He seemed off in class as well. Quieter and more in his head. I raked over our texts wondering if I said something wrong, but couldn't find anything that would even slightly push him away. I joked that he could come over if he didn't feel like texting me back. He said he'd be over in an hour.

Like usual, I went a little over the top for a movie night. I laid out every type of candy I had stashed away in my cabinets. I didn't know what he liked. Chocolate, Sweets, Sours. I had it all just for emergencies. I walked over to the stove where I was making fresh popcorn. My dad said the only popcorn worth eating was made on the stovetop and anything made in the microwave was a travesty to the corn's good nature. No wonder where my sisters get the flair for the dramatics.

KNOCK KNOCK. The loud thud filled the room. My heart started to race knowing he was coming over. "Come in! It's open!" I hollered not wanting to leave the hot pot on the stove.

Peter stuck his head in. "You really shouldn't leave your door unlocked. I could have been a serial killer."

I smiled at him as he walked into my living room. "I decided to live on the edge today."

"We love a little danger!" He smirked and sat down at the table. He was dressed more casually than I had seen him. Navy blue sweats and a long sleeve Adler lacrosse shirt. He should have been relaxed but I could tell something was a little off. He was fidgeting and his leg kept pumping up and down. His face looked more splotchy than usual. Maybe he had a tough practice today.

"Hope you like popcorn." I tried to lighten the mood as the pops began.

"Love it." He smiled.

"Good. Even if you didn't I have basically every movie snack possible." I nodded over to the coffee table with snacks piled high.

"Shit, Covey. I'm impressed." He got up to examine the snacks. "Sour gummy worms are my favorite."

My brain cut off. Covey. No one has ever called me by my last name like that before. It must be a sports thing and I never did more than a season of any sport my dad made me try. I heard people call him Kavinsky walking out of class all the time. He seemed to take it as the ultimate term of endearment. Covey. I couldn't help but melt on the inside. It sounded so nice coming out of his mouth. Covey.

"Good to know." I snapped back to reality & finished the popcorn and put it into a large plastic bowl and went into the living room. "Think I went a little overboard?" I giggled.

"The perfect amount of overboard." He smiled out of the right side of his mouth and joined me on my baby blue couch. "Before we start, do you have an Advil or something. I'm getting over a monster headache."

"Yeah." I got up and ran into my bathroom to get the bottle and bring it back. "Big party or something? Your roommates make you go out again?"

"Something like that." He nodded and took the pills dry.

"I could have gotten you water, you know."

"Nah, I don't mind taking it like a man."

I rolled my eyes hard and he laughed. "So, Mister Man, what do you want to watch first? I downloaded the greats. For science of course."