Dear Journal, It's Lara Jean

A year and a carnival later...

Dear Journal,

It's Lara Jean here, like always.  Today Peter took me out for our one year annivarasy.  It was magnifisent; better than any books I have ever read.

First, he took me to the carnival, he tried to win me a teddy bear so I could cuddle it at night and think of him, even though we are both at college now, he still thinks it's going against my dad to sleep over in my dorm room.

I love him for this, well and a lot of other reasons.

He ended up not winning me a teddy bear, but I ended up winning something for him, but something even better than a teddy bear!  I won him a panda!  We laughed so hard for no reason.  We couldn't decide on a name- he insisted we come up with it together.  So we were thinking of words that rhym with panda and got Wanda.  So now the bear is named Wanda, stupid, I know.

After the games, we decided to get cotton candy.  The girl at the stand assumed I wanted pink and Peter wanted blue.  We actually both wanted the colors she assumed, but Peter, knowing I thought that was sexist due to me being a feminist, told the girl that he wanted pink and that his "girlfriend" (which I in fact will never get sick of hearing) will take the blue.  It was really funny after that however because he looked at me, worry on his face, asking if blue was what I wanted.  I didn't, but I said yes anyways because I knew he would smile and sigh after.

Which he did.

We paid sepereatly, Peter knows I like doing that sometimes, and then when we walked away, we heard the girl at the cotton candy stand say, "what the actual fu*k?  Weird ass people."

We went on the ferris wheel and it got stuck on the top, which is what happens in some books of mine, and we laughed because Peter knew what I was thinking.  He turned towards me and told me how much he loved me and then lightly kissed my lips.  His lips tasted like sugar and smiles.  

We did a few more rides after the ferris wheel got fixed and then it was time to go.  At this point I was freezing, I thought my cute sweater would keep me warm on this nice fall day, but It did not.  So Peter gave me his scarf.  He tried giving me his jacket, but it would ruin my outfit.  I don't like being that girl, but my outift looked so cute!"

After the carnival and a sugar rush, he walked me back to my dorm room where I room with Chris.  She wasn't there and even though Peter tolerates her for me, and Chris tolerates Peter for me as well, he was happy to have me himself.

"I don't want this night to be over," Peter told me.

"I don't either," I replied.

We both looked at my bed, thinking the same things, but knowing that's not how we wanted it to happen.

We hugged tightly and kissed goodnight and with a pout, Peter was gone.

Today was a good day.