John Hughes Movie

Chapter 17

Lara Jean

According to Trevor, in the past two weeks, I had become a "key holder" at their house. He said it meant I was able to come to the house at any time, no questions asked. Trevor had welcomed me in with open arms. A few mornings ago, we sat and had coffee together. He told me about how close he is with his sisters and how he started playing lacrosse because his oldest sister did. I get why Peter loves him so much. He's kind and energetic, sincere and introspective. He makes you feel important. When he listens to your stories, his facial expressions make you feel like you are the fascinating human in the world.

On the other hand, John wouldn't look me in the eyes for more than a moment or two. I don't blame him though. It's not a nice feeling to be rejected. Probably worse when the person chooses your best friend and you have to see her all the time. I've been trying to have Peter come to mine this week, but his place was closer to campus and I hate to make him drive all the way to mine after practice. I just hope in time we can be friends eventually. We have too much in common to not be.

I let myself in this afternoon. The boys had meetings and big game later today. A big one against their biggest rival. I wanted to thank the boys for being so lovely and wish them good luck for their game. My tote bags were full of ingredients for cupcakes. Baking was how I show people I care for them, always has been.

I turned music on and got to work. It was like the world fell away when I was mixing together the sugar and flour mixtures. I got in the zone. I was going for something classic, funfetti. Everyone loves funfetti. I was doing it home made with green sprinkles to show the Adler pride. I scooped the mixture into the tins and slid them into the oven. I set the alarm on my phone and grabbed my book from my bag and sat down at the counter.

I got lost in my book. This was a new one I just got from this super sweet bookstore downtown. Enemies to lovers, the best. I'm usually not a fantasy girl, but this one sounded too good to resist. I started it last night and was hooked. I wish I could be as cool as the heroine in this book. She stood up for herself and didn't take any shit. I was constantly getting stepped on in my life. I had an overwhelming sister who always treated me like she was the mom and a younger sister with more personality than a room full of crazies. I was the peacemaker. I was just the one who was always there. I didn't have a thing. I was just me. But I wanted to be more. I wanted to be fearless and brave. I wanted to not back down. Peter was making me feel like one day I could.

I took the cupcakes out of the oven and let them cool on top of the stove when I heard the door click. "Hello?"

"COVEY?!" Peter yelled from the front door.

"In the kitchen." I watched him walk into the kitchen. His face lit up when he saw me. His cheeks still slightly red from copious amounts of running around. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt my heart melt.

He kissed the top of my forehead and nuzzled his nose in the crown of my head. "Holy crap, it smells good."

I started laughing. "My hair or the cupcakes?"

"Mostly the cupcakes." He gave my hair an over exaggerated sniff. "But also, you."

"You're far to kind." I gave him a quick peck on the lips. I needed to know their taste.

"Why are you making cupcakes anyway?" He asked breaking away from me and examining the trays on the counter.

"I wanted to cheer you on for the rivalry game."

"You didn't have to do all that." He grabbed my hand and swung it around. I like that he liked to always be touching me.

"I wanted to. I have work during the game. The least I could do to make it up to you is a little cupcake." I smiled.