Time. A commodity we all need in life and wish we had more of. I wished for more of it. Everything was going by so fast, it seemed like a blur. Senior prom was in less than a month, graduation was right around the corner, and college acceptance letters were to be expected soon. Excitement and anxiety were the constant emotions I felt lately. I was looking forward to what things a new chapter in my life would bring. Most of all, excited for Peter being a part of it. We've come so far, and I couldn't wait to be going to Stanford with him soon enough. In the back of my mind, I feared the worst of not getting in. Trying not to jinx anything from being accepted into the University, I chose not to talk about it as much. Kitty would constantly bring it up, mostly because she was overjoyed Peter would be sticking around, even if it was only 15 minutes away. The bond they had built together was the cutest thing ever.
"Covey! Hurry up! By the time you get down here the party will be over!", Peter whined from downstairs.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!", I yelled. Peter was taking me to a party Jason Trev was hosting at his house, he was one of my bf's lacrosse teammates. We'd met a couple of times, and he seems cool. Rushing, I grab my purse and scurry down the stairs.
"I want her back by 2, Kavinsky!", Dad half-jokes to Peter, who's sitting on the couch with Kitty watching a movie. Since it was almost summer, Dad extended my curfew to 2. It didn't really matter much to me, but I was appreciative.
"Yes sir!" Peter replies, while opening the door for me, and gesturing me out. It was a cool night but filled with the right amount of breeze. We're already cruising down on the highway, when I sneak a quick glance at Peter. I admire how handsome he is, and most of all, how he's all mine. And how I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought of having the privilege of calling him my boyfriend. It still gives me butterflies just thinking about it.
"Watcha lookin' at Covey?" Peter asks catching my glance towards him.
"Nothing." I say back, keeping all my recent thoughts to myself. I smile.
We finally arrive, and there's a good amount of people scattered in the house. I leave Peter to his lacrosse friends, while I find my own friends. I see Chris and Lucas chilling on an almost worn-out couch.
"Lara Jean, why must you always leave me alone with Lucas!" Chris greets me. I laugh as I see Lucas give a quick roll of the eyes. Plopping myself on the surprisingly comfortable couch, I give a quick look at the whole room. Filled with all the people I've shared my Senior year with, knowing that in a month or so, we'll all go our separate ways.
"Sooo, has Kavinsky asked you to prom yet?" Lucas asks me, taking me out of the blanked state I was in,
"Not yet, but I have seen a bit of improvement with the prom proposals this year. Some guy ordered a banquet of flowers spelling out "P-R-O-M-?"" I reply.
"Prom is so lame, I'm skipping it." Chris buds in.
"What! The biggest night of your life, and you choose to not go? No way!" I scold.
"I'm with Lara Jean on this one, you'll regret not going to prom later on." Lucas adds.
"Highly doubt it." She says, and we all start laughing.
It's close to 1 when I shoot a glance over at my boyfriend. He's playing pool with the guys, and it takes a minute for him to notice my stare. He mouths "want to go?", and I give him a quick nod. I say my goodbyes to my friends, as Peter does the same. We both head to his Jeep, and Peter starts driving off. Music fills the air, and we have the windows down, while my hair slightly sways from the short wind.
"I can't wait till you get into Stanford." Peter says out of the blue.
"Kavinsky, we don't know for sure yet." I say.
"Do you not have any faith in yourself?" He says jokingly.
"I don't want to jinx it." I tell him honestly.
"Your smarter than me! I only got in because of my lacrosse scholar." He says trying to ease me.
"Don't say that, you work really hard. But I'm not worried. I know we'll be going together." I say, trying to make my answer be as positive as possible. Except, Peter knows me too well as of how bad a liar I am. He puts his hand on my thigh for comfort, as his eyes stay peeled to the road. I notice were taking a different road, and my curiosity starts to rise.
"Where are we goin?" I ask cheery.
"Small detour." Is the answer I get back in return.
We reach a small park, getting out of his Jeep, Peter grabs a blanket from the trunk. We walk towards the grass, hands intertwined, looking up at the sky. The stars are much brighter tonight and are quite beautiful. We set the blanket down and lay on our backs. Soaking in the evening's elegance, I lay my head on Peter's shoulder. I start to think about many things, and what ifs' from plans Peter and I have going sideways. What if I don't get into Stanford? What if we can't do the long-distance thing? What if Peter and I have different futures set out for us? Stop overly exaggerating Laura Jean, my self-conscious says. There's nothing to worry about... Right?