John Hughes Movie

Chapter 11

Lara Jean

I called Chris the moment I saw Peter's Jeep pull out of the parking lot. Did that really just happen? I was half convinced it wall all a dream. I pinched myself. Fully awake. There was no way he just volunteered to go on a date with me. No fucking way. He's Peter fucking Kavinsky. Who? What? Huh?

"Hi my love." Chris answered lazily.

"Holy shit. Holy fucking shit." I said pacing around my living room with the phone to my ear.

"Okay, anxiety ball. What is going on?"

"I may or may not have just agreed to go on a pretend date with Peter Kavinsky."

"Excuse me?" I could see the expression on her face through the phone.

"I was telling him how bad my date went last night and that I was so nervous for my date next week with John and he said he'd go on a practice date with me."

"Practice date is not a real thing. That means he wants to bone you."

"CHRISTINE! What do I do?" I yelled.

"Well you have to go."

"HM?" I put the phone on speaker so I could get the nerves out through my shaking hands.

"You have to go out with him. You were in basically infatuated with him from the moment you met him."

"But I don't think it's a real date. There's no way he likes me that way."

"Well, he looks at you like he'd want a real date." She waited for me to respond but I was shocked silent from her words. Did he really look at me in a way? Was I too dumb to notice? "The worst thing that happens is that your friend Peter takes you out for a sandwich and you never talk about it again." She said knowing that's where my brain was going.

"What if it messes up everything?" I stopped my pacing and let myself think about what dating a man like Peter would be like. To be wrapped in his strong arms, laying on a picnic blanket in a field of wildflowers, feeding each other blueberries and kissing the taste from his mouth. I opened my eyes wide and plopped down on the couch where he sat just a few minutes ago. "Why would he even do this? Why me?"

"Lara Jean Song Covey." Chris sounded like a mom at this moment. "You are the best person I know. Any man would be blessed to just be in your fucking presence. Maybe Lax Bro is trying to work out his feelings. He did just get out of a million-year relationship. Go. Your face lights up when you talk about him. I think you like him more than you even think you do. I don't think I've ever seen you so into a guy in all the time I've known you. Be brave and go."

"So, I'm going on a maybe date with Peter?" My voice cracked as my mind bounced back and forth between anxiety and excitement.

"Hell yeah you are sweet cheeks."

I was questioning everything while getting ready to go out with Peter. The big question ringing over and over in my mind about if this was a real date. Did he have feelings for me like Chris said or was he just being nice? Was he just one of those people who talks to you and makes everyone feel special? Was it even weirder that John was his best friend and he was volunteering himself for this? Shit. I tried to shake out the nerves from my hands, thinking if I shook them hard enough, the butterflies would escape through my fingers.

I swiped on another coat of lip gloss to calm my nerves. My step mom, Trina, always jokes that a coat of lip gloss can fix anything. I sure hope she was right. I looked in the mirror at my outfit. I wanted to wear something that made me feel important. I picked out one of my favorite cutesy bright yellow dress and white combat boots. The boots made me feel like I could go into battle. I don't know if that was the way you should go into a date, but here we are.