Lara Jean and Peter

The Fun LJ

Lara Jean's POV
Peter pulls up to Gen's house, and I already realize I made a mistake agreeing to come to this party. There's someone passed out in her front yard, and I could swear the house was shaking from how loud the music is. Peter notices that I'm hesitant. "Hey, Covey. If you don't wanna go in, we can just go back to your place." I shake my head. "No. Let's go, I'll be fine." His face breaks into a smile as he hops out of the car, helping me out after walking across it. He laces his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He opens the door, and I'm instantly hit with the smell of alcohol and see people smoking and drinking everywhere. Her house was packed. Just like clockwork, Peter's name has already been called from another side of the room. I lose him in the first ten minutes, just sitting in the corner on my phone when I feel a light tap on my shoulder. "Pammy! What are you doing here?"
"Darrell dragged me here because he heard Peter was coming. I've been trying to find you all night."
"Why were you trying to find me?"
"Because you and Peter are inseparable silly!" She pokes at my side, making me laugh and almost spill my drink. I can tell she's a little drunk, by her manor, and the fact that she's sharing way too much information about her's and Darrell's sex life. "I mean, when he sees me on the weekends he can come, holy shit. The sex, is life-altering."
"Okay, Pammy. But with Peter, the only time it was life-altering, was the first weekend he came to visit me. His hands, they were..." I trail off. Why am I telling her this? This isn't like me. Oh god, I'm drunk. All thoughts telling me to stop talking are pushed to the side as I continue, "Sorry. Where was I?"
"His hands." She takes another swig of her drink and I proceed with my story. "Oh right. His hands, they were everywhere. I don't think there's an inch of my body he didn't touch that night, inside and out." Her eyes widen, "Woah. I've never seen this side of you Lara Jean." Me neither. I never thought I could share something so personal with Pammy. "Darrell and I have done some hand stuff, but it was never full on sex. It was either or." I nod, invested in the conversation when I see someone sit behind Pammy. It's no one other than, Gen. "Hey Lara Jean! I'm so glad you could make it. Peter was just telling me how you were here, and I just thought you would be sitting on the couch doing nothing." Her sly comment made me writhe with anger. "Yeah, I was just talking to Pammy about how mind-blowing the sex is with Peter." Both Pammy and Gen seemed shocked. Me most of all. I can't believe I just said that. Except, I don't feel embarrassed, I feel...triumphant. I give Gen a courteous smile before turning my attention towards Pammy again, who's still trying to comprehend what just happened. "So, Pammy, what were you saying?" I take a swing of my beer, for a little bit of liquid courage. Pammy takes a deep breath in, most likely about to continue, when she stops and smiles at someone behind me. A pair of arms  wrap around me and I see a cup filled with Coke. "Hey Covey."
"Peter!" I realize how loud I am, as he winces and closes an eye shut after I speak. "Pammy, What did you do to my girlfriend?"
"It was all her doing. I'm just a bystander." I giggle, the word bystander is so weird. "Peter! Isn't the word bystander so weird?"
"Oh god, Covey?" Peter tilts my head up and looks me in the eyes intently. I don't know what he's doing: his eyes are too distracting. "Peter! Do you know how pretty your eyes are? I can't wait for our children to have your eyes." I start dreaming about what our children will be like, lightly stroking his face . "Come on Covey, let's get you home." His voice was soft, and I could barely hear it over the music. Giggling I say, "Okay, lemme just say bye to Pammy. I'll meet you at the car."
"Okay." He plants a chaste kiss on my cheek before walking in the opposite direction. "Lara Jean, do you realize how lucky you are."
"Hell yeah I do! I'm gonna marry that man!" We both start laughing before Pammy composes herself and stands up, holding her hand out for me. "Come on, let's get you outta here." I stand up and the room starts spinning. Did I really have that much alcohol, or is my intolerance just that crappy? Pammy walks me outside, and I'm grabbed by a man who laces his hands around my butt. "Woah! I have a boyfriend!" I try to push the mystery man off, but a familiar voice comes from him. "Covey, it's me." I almost squeal Peter's name, wrapping my arms around his neck. What's that, the fourth time I've screamed his name? "Who did you think I was." I push a loose strand of hair out of my face before saying, "Some perv trying to feel me up. But, you can feel me up anytime." I giggle, biting my lower lip as I touch his nose to mine. "You are fucked up Covey."
"I know. Sober Lara Jean doesn't like me much."
"Really? I like you a lot."
"Too bad, sober LJ doesn't let me come out much because 'I share too much information'. Like that time you broke your arm and I wrote a symbol on it: that meant "Love" because I had a huge crush on you back then. I mean, who didn't? It's not like I was special anyways." We're getting into the car now, and I can see Peter's face change from amusement to shock. I fall down into the seat, propping my elbow on the console, resting my head in my hand, and forgetting to buckle my seatbelt. "That's what that meant?!"
"Yup." He motions towards my seatbelt as he starts the engine. He waits until he hears the click of the buckle to pull out of the spot. "You know, Covey, you were very special back then."
"Why?"
"Because I liked you back." I can feel my eyes go wide as I face his profile. "No way! I thought you liked Gen? 13-year-old Lara Jean is screaming right now." His laughter echoed throughout the car, and I couldn't stop myself from laughing along with him. "18-year-old Lara Jean is flattered. So, where are we going next?"
"What do you mean? It's already 3am." I think about it for a bit before saying, "Let's go to the diner! I think I have the munchies."
"Covey, that's weed. Did you smoke?"
"Nah, Lara Jean doesn't play that. But I'm still hungry, and I know, for a fact, you are too." I know him way too well to ever doubt he isn't hungry. "You're right." We pull into the parking lot of the diner and Peter opens the door for me, letting me balance on him. "So, drunk Lara Jean..."
"I prefer 'fun LJ'."
"Okay, fun LJ, what other stories do you have for me?" I think for a bit as we sit in our normal booth. The diner is empty, except for the new waitress and the cook. "Um, well, I remember when Gen really liked you in middle school she would always talk about you."
"That seems normal." I start to get a little annoyed. "You didn't let me finish. She would always talk about you, but, I have a journal."
"Covey..." I shoot him a look. "Sorry, fun LJ, that sentence made no sense."
"It means I had a journal of different experiences with you that I wanted to treasure forever. It's like the letter, but in book form." Peter's eyes go wide with interest. "Really?! What's something that you wrote in there?"
"Um. Well, when you first joined lacrosse, I remember watching one of your games. I went with Chris, who was stuck with Gen, and I remember not being able to understand anything. It's not like I was trying to understand anyways, I was too busy basically drooling over you, just like every other girl our age in those bleachers." I cute little smile creeps across his face, like he's remembering something. "I remember seeing you at that game. I played extra hard that day, and I think it was because of you."
"I know. Oh, also, when you played baseball. When you hit that ball out and Gen ran up and kisses you in front of your mom, I was there. I never said anything in the treehouse because I thought I would just embarrass myself." I pause for a second to hold down some vomit. "I almost cried that day. I knew I would never have a chance with you as long as Gen was around. But, god was I wrong." I pull his face by his jaw, attaching my lips to his. "I like these stories. Can you tell me more?"
"Nope. If I do, sober LJ would never let me see the dark of night again."
"Dark of night?"
"Because I only come out at night, when Lara Jean drinks." He laughs. "Why are you talking like that."
"Because that's how fun LJ roles." The waitress comes over and takes our orders and we wait a bit longer, talking more about the past. By the time we're leaving the diner, it's almost 5am. "So, Kavinsky, where to next?"
"Covey, we're going home."
"Fun LJ, and I disagree. Let's go to the UVA campus, there must be a party there somewhere."
"No way. I'm not letting you consume anymore alcohol. You can barely stand after, what, 4 drinks." I glare at Peter has he helps me into the car. "5 drinks, and I never said anything about more alcohol. I just wanna do something fun." I see an idea come to Peter, as his eyes lit up with enthusiasm and a mischievous grin crosses his face. "I know exactly where to go." I'm the interested one now. "Oooh, where?"m
"It's a surprise." I pout. That's not fair. The whole car ride there, Peter let's me choose the music. Big mistake, since drunk Lara Jean blasts some very loud grunge music. Peter embraces my music choice, even knowing some of the words and singing along, as he takes us to this mystery location. When we get there, I realize he's taken me to the park. Except, this is the same park mommy took us to every once in a while to have a picnic. "Just the Song girls" I could almost hear her voice. I start to tear up: I'm very emotional when I'm drunk. "Peter! How did you remember?"
"How could I forget? Come on." We walk over to a hill, sitting under a tree, just far enough to see the stars. It's so beautiful, when the skies are a dark purple and pink, just as the sun's about to rise, but you can still see all the stars. I pull Peter so that he's laying on his back with me, looking up at the sky. "Thank you Peter."
"You're welcome fun LJ."
"You remembered!"
"How could I forget?"
"What a shame sober Lara Jean won't be able to see this tonight."
"I'll bring her here another time. I love you, fun Lara Jean Song Covey."
"I love you too, fun Peter Grant Kavinsky. You're cool as a cucumber." Peter laughs again, pulling me into his arms as we watch the skies turn from purple and pink, to orange and yellow. "Peter, let's do this on our wedding night. Let's go to a park, and watch the sunrise as we start a new life together."
"That sound amazing."
"I know, sunrises are the best." He looks down at me, so much love in his eyes, it might even be pouring out. "Not that. Marrying you."

A/N
I know, I'm suuuuuper late and suuuuuuuper long, but school's been kicking my ass. I'm so sorry. Also, sorry for the major fluff, I just couldn't resist since I'm listening to so many love songs. I had a smidge bit of writers block, so the writing might be choppy at best. Well, make sure to comment, vote, add to libraries and other things, and make sure to give me some feedback. I love, and read, every comment so I can calibrate what I will be writing about next.
Stay beautiful loves,
;)-Dreamstate5