"BEEP! BEEP!" The sky blue alarm clock on Lara Jean's night table rang…"Five more minutes.." She said to herself, turning off the alarm. After all, it was only 7:20 on a weekend.
Another familiar buzzing sound came from my bedside. "I thought I turned off my alarm clock" I thought to myself, so I looked for the top of her alarm clock with my hand, not looking up from my pillow. As soon as I found it, I hit it, but the buzzing continued. "Ugh, stupid alarm clock" I looked up, and saw my phone buzzing loudly on her nightstand. I saw the contact calling. It was Peter. I practically jumped up from my bed, throwing off the duvets and looking out my window. A black Audi sat outside, by the curb. It was 9:07. I picked up my phone. "Hello? Peter?" I said, half sleeping.. "Lara Jean? Where are you? I'm in front of your house! It's almost time for the antique sale!" He said, shocked she wasn't out by now. Usually, she was the one telling Peter that he was late, but today, it was her. "I slept in! I'm sorry, I'll be out in a few minutes!" And with that, I hung up, and ran to my closet, and picked out an outfit quickly. I decided on a flouncy mint tank top, black lace shorts and my absolute favourite pair of wedges. To go with that, I chose a plain silver necklace, to layer over my heart locket one, the one I never took off, the one Peter said I looked beautiful in. I just put my hair up in a comfy ponytail and put a ribbon in it, and touched up with some mascara and cherry lip gloss. I grabbed my lunch from the fridge(Thank god I had made that last night) and headed out. I tried my best to run out in wedges, but ended up fast walking instead. I opened the door and sat next to Peter, who was waiting in the drivers seat. "It's about time!" he said, but not in a mad tone. "I was beginning to think you left for school with Sanderson. You look gorgeous by the way." he continued, nudging over to Josh's house next door. "I'm sorry again, I really shouldn't make fun of you for getting late, you've been quite good with timing these days" I replied, smiling at him. "Mhm, you know, I've been getting up ten minutes early just so I won't be late for you, and sometimes earlier then that, to pick up some donuts, your favourite, speaking of which, here you go" Peter reached beside him and handed me a familiar white paper bag which smelt like my absolute favourite donut, Mocha Sugar. I opened the bag, and broke off a piece of the donut, popping it into my mouth. "Thank you, honestly I should make you cinnamon toast more often." "You most definitely should, your cinnamon toast tastes just like my mom used to make, maybe even better" he said. I smile, and take it as a compliment.
Although school was out, every weekend, Peter would pick me up early and we would do something together. Today, we were headed to Peter's moms antique store, to help with the annual antique blowout. This was the busiest time of the year for the store, and they needed plenty of hands to help. Peter told me that he would take us out for dinner and frozen custard after, if I came, and besides I would have come anyway, the dinner and dessert was just an extra treat.
About ten minutes later, Peter pulled up into a parking spot. The nice one in the corner of the parking lot, under the trees in the shade,so the car wouldn't get hot when they got back.
They entered his moms shop, and helped around. I got to organize the Jewelry by price, and Peter took things out of boxes, and put them on the shelves. Almost two hours later, customers started to scurry in. Peter and I were on cashier duty, and business was booming. Occasionally, they would get a "How much for this one?" Or "Is this really 70% off?" kind of question. During our lunch break, Peters mom and a few elderly ladies took over. We sat outside, at a bench, sharing lunches. I brought my famous Korean rice balls, which Peter was very fond of, and he had brought a tuna sandwich, which was cut into triangles, just how I liked them. "So, how's your family?" Peter said, breaking the silence. "We're good, Margot's still in Scotland, and I'm still getting used to my new lifestyle without her, me being the head of the house and all. Kitty's great too, and oh ya, I almost forgot, she wants you to come over sometime, she says she misses seeing you and doing lab experiments and making cupcakes while getting the flour on each other's faces and hair" I say, laughing at the thought of Kitty, and taking another bite out of my tuna sandwich. "I miss her too, the kid and I have complete opposite schedules, the days she has swimming, I'm free, and when she's free, I have either lacrosse or I have to help with my mom in the shop, so unless she wants to come over sometime to the antique store with us, it'll be hard to find time to come over." Peter says, and I can tell he misses Kitty, the way his eyes look, soft and sorrow. "I'm sure there's at least one day we can figure out when your both not busy" I say. "How about next weekend? Kitty doesn't have swimming then because her instructor is going on vacation for a week. "I'm pretty sure I'm free, so if I am, you're family has me down, Covey." He says, and winks at me. It sucks how charming he is.
We go out for dinner afterwards. Everyone is exhausted from all the sales they had made today. Peters mom was kind enough to let me pick out a piece of jewelry to take home with me after all the hard work. I ended up picking out a pair of silver earrings that were shaped like starfish, and had a tiny diamond in the centre of them. Peter kept his word and we headed to the diner, our favourite. I order my usual, grilled cheese with cherry soda, and waffle fries. Peter gets a cheeseburger with pickles on the side and crinkle cut fries. Today, we sat by the jukebox, which was broken, but Peter suggested we sit there because he said that it would remind me of my sister (and Josh, but he didn't mention him). We just sat there, while eating out food, talking about the usual things, his lacrosse team, stuff we were going to do in the summer, more about our families. Just the stuff most couples talk about. Stuff that any other boyfriend would talk to you about. But when I'm sitting here with Peter, Peter Kavinsky, it just feels a lot different, in the best ways possible.