PK / PETER KAVINSKY

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The sound of knuckles rapping a jaunty rhythm against the front door made me leap up from where I was kneeling in front of the mirror straightening my hair. 

Despite jogging to the top of the stairs to make sure I was the one who got to Peter first, Mom had beaten me to it. Suspiciously so. Almost as if she had been stationed on the couch in the sitting room waiting for him to arrive. 

"Nice to meet you, Mrs Hughes."

I heard Peter's low voice from outside and sat myself down on the top step of the stairs. 

"Lovely to see you Peter!" Mom replied in a welcoming tone, "Do come in."

"That's very kind Mrs Hughes but J -" Peter cleared his throat awkwardly, "I meant, Jamie and I should probably be off soon."

"Well at least wait inside until I've called her downstairs. Come on in!" Mom said, a little breathlessly.

I laughed softly to myself, she was doing practically everything in her power to get him inside. Probably wanted to invite him to stay for dinner so she could interrogate him over lasagna. So much for being the chill parent.

Mom must have taken him by the arm since Peter had suddenly emerged from behind the frosted glass of the front door and was doing his best effort of scraping mud off his shoes on our doormat.

He looked around the corridor, a little bewildered at my Mom's verging on hyper behaviour. His face relaxed into a bemused smile as he spotted me on the stairs. 

I gave him a little wave and he saluted in response,

"There's my girl."

At that Mom pressed her hand to her mouth and hurried into the kitchen.

I felt my cheeks grow hot with embarrassment as her voice drifted back into the corridor,

"Oh Julian! They're so sweet together!"

I winced and Peter laughed, shaking his head.

"Well at least we know it's believable." I sighed and made my way down the stairs.

Peter jangled the car keys in the palm of his hand and winked at me,

"I mean we're both hot. So of course we look good together."

I shoved him on the shoulder,

"Get your head out of your ass Kavinsky."

"Anywhere else you'd like me to put it?" He smirked as I shoved my shoes on.

"I swear to God..." I muttered, "Let's just get out before my parents hear any of this."

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Peter opened the driver's door of the truck with a flourish,

"After you, your highness." 

He held out a hand to help me up and I rolled my eyes with a grin.

"Seriously Kavinsky? I am able to climb over a few seats."

True to my word I clambered over into the passenger seat with ease and smiled sweetly at Peter who huffed in mock annoyance,

"Sometimes I think that this relationship is not worth it."

I chuckled,

"Only sometimes?"