First Night Together (To All The Boys I've Loved Before short story)

Chapter 4

Me, Peter, and my dad go into the living room and we see a lady talking on the television.

"Due to the snow blizzard coming towards the area, the roads have been closed and it is best to stay in your homes for the time being. It looks like the storm will only last a day or two. But make sure you keep warm, be prepared for shortage of power, and watch out for frostbite. I am Karen West, with your latest weather news."

There's so much going on in my mind right now. We're all trapped in this house, with the roads blocked. And the weather lady just said we may lose our power. I didn't think the snow wouldn't be that bad. I should let Margot know. Just to let her know what's happening here and we're all alright.

Peter starts speaking after the warning. "I should let my mom know that I'm stuck here for awhile." He takes his phone out, and leaves to go to the other room to make the call.

Kitty asks dad, "What are we going to do?"

My dad replies, "We're going to be okay. We just have to stay calm. We should all get ready for bed. It's getting kind of late."

"What about Mrs. Rothschild? Is she okay." Kitty asks.

I then remembered Mrs. Rothschild. She's going to be alone. She's just right across from us. But it must be so cold outside, it will be impossible walking across the deep snow, even if we're going to cross the street.

My dad says, "I will call her, and I will ask if she's alright. Right now, it's dangerous to be outside."

Peter comes back into the living room. "My mom says she's just glad I'm okay instead of being trapped in my car." 

Kitty asks Peter, "Are you going to sleepover?" She turns to dad "Is Peter going to sleepover?"

My face just turned from concern into having two wide eyes on my face. 

Peter Kavinsky. Sleeping over at my house. Although he stays late when he comes over, he usually heads home. But tonight is way different.

My dad answers, "I think he might as well. We can't let Peter go home in this weather." 

Kitty asks another question, "Is he going to sleep with Lara Jean?" When I heard what she just said, I shot an evil glare at her. I turn to Peter, who I already knows, feels awkward yet hopeful.

Kitty keeps going. "If he's not, he can sleep in my room." Peter looks even more uncomfortable now.

My dad says, "Uhhhh......... Peter is not going to sleep in Lara Jean's room, nor yours. He's going to sleep in the guest room, right Peter?"

Peter looks up, "Yes sir, of course."

I look at Kitty, and I see the disappointment on her face. 

"Okay, Kitty, get ready for bed. Lara Jean, set up everything for Peter. After that, head to your room and get ready to go to sleep. Peter, you can follow me to borrow some of my pjs for sleeping." My dad orders.

We all do what we're supposed to do. Kitty runs upstairs, I walk toward the guest room. But before I do that, I turn my head and I see Peter following my dad up the stairs. 

All I really have to do to set up the guest room, is smooth out the wrinkles on the blankets of the bed, fluff the pillows, and leave a toothbrush and toothpaste for Peter in the guest bathroom.

My family rarely comes into this room. After a guest leaves, we would immediately clean it up, so it barely gets messy.

When we were little, we Song sisters, and sometimes Josh, would play hide and seek, and the guest room was one of the places we would hide in. We would get in trouble because we always mess up the guest room. That room, was now then, one of the places we would avoid if we're playing a game.

After I set the guest room, I head to room, and I lay out what I'm going to wear for bed tonight. I laid out a pastel pink shirt with a pair of my light blue pajama pants with yellow ducklings on them. My grandma got them for me from Korea two years ago, and they still fit.

I then receive a call from Chris, and once I answer, she says "Heyy, LJ. The storm is getting brutal. But it's perfect to go skiing." When she said "skiing" I immediately thought of the ski trip last year. That was too much drama for me at the time. But right now, everything has been steady. 

I reply to Chris, "Yeah, for people who actually know how to ski. Don't be crazy Chris, it's very dangerous, and I have guest over."

Chris says, "Oh you mean Kavinsky? Yeah I saw on his Snapchat that he was at your house tonight. You guys planning to have some fun together?"

"Of course not, my family is trapped here as well. How are you by the way?"

"I'm alright, my family's okay. Unfortunately, I'm stuck with Gen. I would've let that bitch freeze in the cold."

"I'm sorry."

"No worries. Just let me know how it goes with Kavinsky tonight. Bye."

"No Chris, we're not--" She hangs up.

After that, I hear a knock on my door. 

"Hey Covey." Peter says, with his head popping out. 

"Hi"

Peter comes into the room, wearing my dad's blue plaid pajama bottoms, which are a bit to big on him. I laugh at him. "Nice pajamas." I said

"You know I usually sleep in only my boxers, but since it's getting cold, I might as well wear these." 

He looks around my room, "Wow, your room is messier than mine."

I look around, and I see clothes on the floor, crumpled up paper everywhere, and books that are not in the right place.

I'm about to say something until Peter walks over and lies down on my bed. He grabs my duckling pajama pants and looks at them. 

"Cute." He says "I think they fit me better than these." He points to the plaid pants. But then he precedes to take them off and try out my pajama bottoms.

"What are you doing?" I asks in a surprised and horrified expression. "I have to get ready for bed. You should head to the guest room."

"Okay," Peter says. But before he leaves, he turns to me, and starts to unbutton the shirt he was wearing earlier. I turn my head and cover my eyes

Time has gone by, and Peter says, "Covey?" I slowly open my eyes and I see him wearing only a white shirt.

He laughs, "Calm down, I always wear a white shirt underneath, I'm just teasing." He winks at me, and gives me a kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight Lara Jean." 

"Good night." I replied.

Peter leaves my room, and I get ready for bed.