to all the boys i've loved before

5

lara jeans pov:

"you're dating kovinsky?" chris says draging me aside.

"um well yeah."

"how? what. out of nowhere? what???" she says making weird hand movements.

"im pretty suprised too." i say smiling at her.

"did margot scream and give you a whole set of rules?"

"actually... i havent told her yet."

"what?!"

"ill tell her tonight!"

later that night

"hi little sis! i feel like i havent talked to you in ages!" margot says through the computer screen.

"margot, i have to tell you something."

"spill."

"i started dating someone?"

"SHUT UP. WHO?"

i laugh "um peter."

"peter..."

"kavinsky."

"holy shit little sister! i thought he was dating gen?"

"they broke up."

"my brain cant process this. my little sister dating THE peter kavinsky."

"well hows college?"

we start talking about how scotland is. at least margot knows about peter. she just doesn't know everything... its ok, she won't ask me too much. right?

the next day

me and kitty are baking some cookies for kittys bake sale tomorrow. 

"lara jean? are we making chocolate chip or snickerdoodles?" 

"snickerdoodles."

"yay!"

i get out all the ingredients and kitty starts mixing them together. the doorbell rings.

"ill get it." i say, wiping my hands on my apron.

i open the door to see peter standing there.

"peter? what are you doing here?"

"you look adorable."

i roll  my eyes.

"im here to take you to greg's party. its tonight remeber?"

"oh no no no."

"yes yes yes. you're going. you have to, gen's gonna be there!"

"i have to finish making cookies with kitty."

peter groans "fine. can i come in?"

"sure."

"hey kit-kat." he says hi fiving my little sister.

"hey peter! can you please help me reach the sugar, its on the top shelf and i cant reach."

"sure. climb on!" kitty jumps onto peter back as she reaches for the sugar.

"thanks peter."

suddenly, my dad came walking into the kitchen.

"well if it isn't peter kavinsky?! wow you have grown a lot!" he says shaking peter's hand.

"it's nice to see you too, dr. covey."

"call me dan." he smiles.

peter then asks my dad if i can go to the party.

no no no no no, i think to myself.

"of course she can!"

i groan.

"dad, please, no, i dont want too. i have to help kitty bake the snickerdoodles!"

kitty looks up and smiles "i'll be fine with dad. go with peter, lara jean!" 

my family forces me to go get ready for the party, and in 15 minutes im standing in front of greg's house.

peter takes out his phone and snaps a picture of me, he changed his phone background to me. oh my god i look so bad. oh my god im peter kavinskys lock screen. 

peter then takes my phone and takes a selfie, and sets it as my new lockscreen. peter tucks my hair behind my ears and drag me into the party.

"you'll be fine!" he reassures me. he leads me to a sofa.

"im going to go get us some drinks ok?"

"ok, thanks." i nod.

then, the person i hated/feared the most, gen, came up and sat right next to me. her other friend started asking me questions that didn't make any sense.

and just on time, peter swooped in and saved the day. we took a few selfies, and then i wandered off and went to talk to lucas.

"try it!" i said, handing him a cup of kombucha. lucas takes a sip and starts gagging, and i start giggling. i spot peter waving at me, and i walk over to him after lucas nods goodbye to me, still gagging at the bitter taste.

peter and I end up going to the diner, and we share a plate of fries. we end up having a really great conversation about, real stuff. at one point i said "because we're just faking." and peter got really quiet. i hope i didn't say anything wrong.

peter's pov:

my hand is in lara jean's pocket as i drop her off back home. is it wrong that im starting to like this girl? she's smart, cute, kind, a great listener... but she obviously doesn't like me anymore. i should have known this would happen. as soon as i get home, i post a picture of me and lara jean and then go to sleep. well try to. and just as lara jean knew exactly what was going on, she texted me.

lara jean- i cant sleep. come over for a movie?

peter-same. see ya in 10

i put on a hoodie, and drive over to lara jean's house. instead of using her front door, i climb up to her window and knock on the window. she was reading a book again, probably another romance novel. typical lara jean. she dropped the book, and came over to the window, laughing.

"why didn't you just use the front door!" she laughs.

"i didn't know if this was allowed, i though i was just sneaking in!"

"ok then... what movie do you wanna watch?"

"hmm how bout sixteen candles?" i smile.

her face lights up "YES!"

me and lara jean lie down on her bed, watching sixteen candles again for the 6th time. my eyes start to feel heavy, and i fall asleep on her bed.

the next morning

"peter! wake up!" i hear lara jean's voice.

"huh? what?"

"you fell asleep on my bed yesterday! i slept on the floor."

oh shit.

"im so sorry, i should have slept on the floor. actually, i should have not fallen asleep, oh god."

"hey, it was totally ok." she says reassuring me.

"so are you going to go to school like that, or are you gonna go home?" she asks.

i check my phone, 6 am, and i need to be back at lara jeans house to pick her up at 7. i can make it.

"i guess i gotta go! ill be back to pick you up at 7."

"sure, see ya."

i love her. i really do. i have officially fallen for lara jean covey.