Lara Jean and Peter

The Sunset

Peter and I go to Bodo's for a late afternoon snack, mostly for him. "So, Covey." I'm busy daydreaming about our future life. Children, the house, everything. "Sorry?"
"It's fine. What were you thinking about." I consider lying, but what good would that do? "Us."
"My favorite topic." He grabs my hand, kissing it softly. "What were you going to say to me?"
"Oh ya, do you wanna go to the diner for dinner with Owen and I. We can make it a whole little LJ little PK thing with Kitty."
"I think Kitty would love that." I'm very confident about that. Kitty really loves Peter and Owen like brothers, and I'm glad they never lost any of that when we were broken up. "Good. Good." We talk more, about the most random things. At one point, we're arguing if you can bake bacon or not. "Of course you can bake bacon! What do you think putting it in the oven is?!" I drop my head on the table, "That just doesn't make literary sense. It will always be 'cook' bacon, without fail. It's just grammatically correct." Peter can tell I'm getting seriously annoyed. "Okay, Okay..." he sticks out his hand, "Truce?"
"Fine. Truce." A big, goofy grin is across his face. "That's my girl." He pulls the hand that I stuck  out, pulling me across the table and kisses me. I'm on my tip toes, so I don't let the kiss last for long. "Let's get out of here." We leave, Peter looking forward and me admiring his profile. He looks down at me, looking up at him, and color starts to fill his cheeks. He's about to lean in to kiss me again, when a familiar shrill voice comes from behind us."Peter?!" It's Gen. I feel a little nauseous, but not as much as I used to before. She hasn't even acknowledged my existence, giving Peter a hug that lasts a little too long. "I texted you, like, three times today. Where were you?" I stand there, almost annoyed at how hard Gen is trying. "Well, Gen, I was hanging out with Covey here."
"I see." She, very forced, smiled at me saying, "Oh, hi Lara Jean." Like I haven't been there the whole time. "Hello Gen. How is Tech?"
"It's fine. So, Peter, are you coming tonight?"
"Coming to what?"
"The party at my place tonight silly." She playfully swats at his arm, grabbing his bicep. "Wow, someone's been working out." The nerve of this girl never ceases to amaze me. "Um, yeah. I can't go." She pouts her bottom lip, making puppy eyes. "Why not?" She whined like they were the ones who are dating. "I have a date." Now she looks disappointed. "With who?"
"Obviously, Lara Jean."
"Oh. You guys are still a thing?" Peter readjusts my position so I'm in front of him, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. "Yep. She's the love of my life." Gen arch's her eyebrow, looking at us with pursed lips. "If you can make it, Peter, just let me know ."
"Sure, Whatever." He waves her off before nuzzling his nose in my neck. "I'm sorry."
"Peter, what are you sorry for?" I could feel his hot breath on my neck. "She was being a real bitch just now."
"It's fine. It's not that bad, because you're here with me to deal with it."
"Aww, you're so sweet." He gushes. He kisses my neck, leading us to his car and driving us back to my house. The rest of the afternoon, we watch 80s romantic comedies and I have the idea to bake cookies. "Can I help you?" Peter looks way too excited for such a simple task. "Okay? Come on, let's go measure out the ingredients." He basically slips into the kitchen, picking out an apron we brought back from Korea. "So, Kavinsky. What kind of cookies are we making?"
"Let's go with Chocolate Chip."
"Chocolate Chip it is." I start pulling out all of the cups and bowls, while he pulls out the ingredients. "Peter can you soften the butter?"
"Sure." He walks around me, lightly brushing my back, and takes the butter out of the fridge. I can feel his eyes on me the whole time as I'm trying to measure out the flour. I keep losing count every time he inches closer to me. "You've been counting that flour for a long time Covey." I can't give him the satisfaction of admitting what he does to me. "Yeah, and what about it?"
"Oh, nothing." He scoots a little closer. Dang it! One, two...I completely lose everything when he sets his hands on mine, making me put down the measuring cup. "Am I making you lose count?"
"I don't know. I think it's just the heat from the oven." I gulp. "Are you sure? Because I think it's me." I shake my head, and he finally turns me around, biting his lip. The heat isn't coming from the oven, it's coming from us. To loosen up the tension, I reach back, tapping the flour with my finger and swiping his nose with it. "There. Better."
"Covey, you're so gonna get it." He reaches behind me to get a handful of flour, and I duck from him and start running around the kitchen island. "Peter, Peter that's so much. Peter, please. It's gonna take forever to get it out of my-" He grabs me, dropping the handful of flour on my head. My hands go to the height of my shoulders, palms up, and my mouth is agape. I grab the first thing in arms reach, which is an egg, and smack it on his head. The yolk is dripping down his hair and onto his forehead. He playfully growls and I squeal running away. We run all over the house, even finding each other outside at one point. The grass is freshly cut, so the smell is still in the air. He spots me, lunging at me and picking me up. He spins me around, and we're laughing so hard I can barely breath. We stop spinning. "Lara Jean, you look so beautiful when you laugh." To mess with him I take a curl, coated with egg, between two fingers and say, "I can't say the same for you right now." Honestly, he always looks good. Every day. That gets me a little chuckle before he sets me down, laying down on the grass. I lay next to him, linking his hand in mine. We're not very close, maybe a few inches apart, but I could never feel closer to him. We look up at the pink and purple and blue skies and I say, "We should do this one day when we're married.
"Can we also do it tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I would like that." He grips my hand tighter, and I lightly tap on his hand to music in my head. The song: Let's Stay Together.

A/N
-Hey, sorry this is so late. I'm probably gonna be posting late from now on, since I have homework and stuff. Thank you soooooo much for the reads and the comments, I read all of them. Next I'm doing Peter's POV to shake it up a little. The plot will be based off of the events after this chapter. Update tomorrow as always, so vote, comment, add to libraries, and all that other junk.
Stay Beautiful loves,
;)-Dreamstate5