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greg's party was tonight. arizona was finally looking forward for a night to let loose and not give a shit about anything in the moment. usually, peter would force her to come to greg's party with him and gen, the latter always refusing to talk to arizona for ruining a supposed hot car makeout.
it was simple to her, peter unknowingly didn't really like gen in a way that he would want to be alone. she got on his nerves, yet he didn't really notice it. he was intoxicated by her and thought that love was being gen's little pet and whenever he wanted arizona around, he would see gen's anger which would confuse him because arizona was just a friend.
but now, he's with lara jean and she's surely not to refuse arizona coming along, especially to a party which anyone can easily tell is not in her comfort zone. but, it was peter's call to make it official. and it seemed like that wasn't going to become a reality anytime soon.
so, arizona got ready, grabbed her keys and hopped into her red jeep, ready for a good night. she parked her car right around the corner from greg's house, less of a crowd and just incase if cops came to bust them down, she wasn't a suspect. it'd happened before. not to her. but, greg's parties were known to sometimes get crazy and were sometimes crashed by police.
she pushed open the door to greg's huge house and made a beeline straight to where to the drinks. it wasn't long until arizona felt stuffy, though she liked parties, she always felt a bit claustrophobic after a while.
so, she went to the bathroom, the one upstairs, away from people. as she neared the bathroom, she noticed gen smugly walking away from the bathroom. arizona ignored her look and opened the door to the bathroom, unknowing to the fact that the boy she hadn't talked to in a while was about to open the door himself. with a slight thud, his body fell back and a groan left his mouth.
"holy shit," arizona kneeled down, "peter? oh my god, oh my god, uh shit. your nose is bleeding," arizona pulled him up into a sitting position.
peter moaned and shoved arizona in a playful way, "are you gonna do something about this, zona?"
"right, uh," she looked around the bathroom, "first aid, first aid, first aid, there we go."
she crouched down next to him, already focused on making sure she wasn't hurting him and to do everything really fast. his nose was still leaking blood, but just a little.
"i'm so sorry, i-"
peter laughed, cutting off arizona midway through her apology, "zona, you've purposely punched my nose countless times and they all leaded to a nosebleed. why're you apologizing, brooks? it's fine, really. just clean me up," he cheesed before wincing, "i think you broke my nose."
arizona took a good look at his nose, "nah, just bruised it. you can finally use that foundation i got you!"
peter tried not to crinkle his nose, "i might've thrown that away," he jerked his head at the sting when arizona sprayed antiseptic on his cut, "i don't need makeup, i'm beautiful as shit without it."
and besides, i could pull a spongebob! except instead of the toothpaste cap, it was a door, he thought.
"shit is not beautiful," arizona sang as she bandaged up his cut, "are you gonna pull a spongebob, claim that you fought a man when really, you just got hit with a door?"
"psh, no." peter smiled at how accurately she knew his thoughts.
"well, mr. kavinsky, you're good to go, however, i would say to not stay here because you might get elbowed and it might make your nose bleed again."
peter nodded and thanked the girl with the yellow hair before making his way finally out of the bathroom.
AUTHOR'S NOTE i have no idea what i'm doing anymore so bare with me! -h
