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

Chapter 5

Once I laid in my bed, I immediately went to sleep. 

I dreamed that I was in a serene field. I was wearing a flowy, dusty pink lace dress that touches the ground. I was wearing gold heels, and I saw that my hair had been curled, and it felt like part of it was braided and pulled back to prevent it from getting in my face. I then realized I was still wearing the heart shaped locket Peter gave me.

I look around, and above me was a cherry blossom weeping willow tree, which was flowing from the wind. As well as my dress. Some of the cherry blossoms from the tree started to fall down on the clean cut grass.

When I turn around, I see Peter, wearing an outfit I would never see him wear. But he does look very handsome. He's wearing a cold gray vest with a dark cyan long sleeve button up underneath. He's also wearing pants that matches his vest a pair of dark brown oxford shoes, and a gray newsboy cap. I honestly wished he wore this in reality. It's  a good look on him.

When I saw him, not only did I notice his vintage outfit, but I saw him holding a cherry blossom flower in his hands. And when our eyes met, he flashed a smile at me.

He then walks up to me, and whispers in my ear  "You look beautiful, Lara Jean. " And he puts the flower above my ear, and kisses my forehead.

Suddenly, soft music starts to play. Peter bows to me and asks, "Will you dance with me, Covey?"

"Of course." 

Our bodies started swaying together, following the rhythm. We danced what felt like forever, and I never want it to end.

The music started to gradually go away. And we're both looking at each other, face to face.

Peter finally says something, "Covey? " He kept on saying that over and over again, in  a loud whisper. And I'm looking at him with very confused.

"WAKE UP!! "

Now I'm awake. And the first thing I see is Peter, with his phone, in one hand, with the flashlight on, revealing his face. His other hand is touching my shoulder. He awoke me from a dream I never wanted to wake up from.

I look over at my clock, it read 3:42 am. I whisper to my boyfriend,  "Peter, what are you doing here? It's 4 o'clock in the morning."

He whispered very loudly, "I'm sorry Covey, I'm just really hungry. I didn't want to run through your fridge or cabinets without your permission."

He was hungry? I literally saw him eat almost an entire pizza earlier. Now he's asking me for food?

"Peter, can you wait until morning."

"No, I couldn't sleep because of my stomach. Please, I'm begging you." He's giving me the puppy dog eyes.

I know if I try hard, I can resist it. But then I realize, my stomach was growling very loud.

"See, even your stomach agrees with me." Peter says when he points to my belly.

"Alright fine. But we have to be quiet. Kitty and my dad are still sleeping."

"You are an angel, Covey." And he kisses my forehead, like in my dream.

We quietly head downstairs, which I noticed to be quite cold. I feel bad for Peter. Not only can he not sleep because of his hunger, but that the guest room is freezing. He could honestly get sick.

We head to the kitchen, and I turn on the lights. Usually, when I'm hungry, and I can't sleep, I head downstairs and pull out my secret stash of instant ramen noodles. Margot never let us have them. But now that she's in Scotland, I can enjoy them any time I want. Kitty would also eat them with me, but I hide them somewhere, where she won't find it, because she has no self control.