After cleaning up Peters room I open the door to head back down stairs, I am stopped in my tracks when I realize who the voice belongs to, its his mother. I start to walk down the stairs to see if I can somehow help the situation, whatever it is, but before I reach the bottom of the steps I hear the front door slam shut, it makes me jump, I walk a little faster. When I walk out into the kitchen I see Peter angrily running his hands through his hair, Im watching his tense muscles flex and ripple as he rubs his face trying to calm himself down, I blush slightly when he looks up at me even though he is upset he is so goddamn sexy. "hey everything good?" I ask but he just stares at me eyes looking lost I step forward and reach for his hand, trying to comfort him in any way possible "you don't have to tell me, I just don't like seeing you upset" I say as I move my hands to caress his cheeks looking into his eyes hoping and wishes for his pain to go away. He pulls me to him hugging me to his body, my arms are trapped but I don't care, after 5 minutes he finally relaxes his hold on me, allowing my arms to wrap around his waist, I move them in slow soothing circles trying to comfort him, "my Mom came home early, and was mad that you were here, I didn't like how she was speaking about you so I brought up my dad... and thats when it all went to hell" he says breathing out the words as fast as possible " I just can't believe that she is seeing him again, and I feel so bad for his other kids, I don't want them to go through what I went through, and the thought of it makes me so bad I want to punch something" he says and his body tenses with anger. I pull away slightly to look up at him "I'm sorry, is there anything I can do?" he just leans forward and cups my face and kisses me, his lips soft searching for comfort against mine. When he pulls away both of us are
gasping for air, he leans his forehead against mine before saying "you are the best thing that has ever happened to me" and I can't help the smile that spreads out all over my face, before I can say anything he speaks again "so you just being here around me is enough". We stand in the kitchen just holding each other just enjoying the sounds of each others beating hearts, turning my head I see that its dark outside and its starting to get pretty late "hey Peter?"I ask "hmm?" "do you still want to go to the party?" if he does we will need to drive back to my house so I can change, I pull out of his embrace to look up at him when he says "yeah, but I'll do whatever as long as its with you" he says smiling again tapping my nose with his finger, theres my peter. I want to make this night better for him, he is always driving so he can never really let loose at any of the parties that we go to, "well I think we should go, I can drive if you want, that way you can drink" I say but cut him off before he can protest "you always drive and I want to, you are always doing things from me" I pause "but I need to go home first to grab a sweatshirt" he looks at me questioningly before pulling away from me to head up stairs, I grab his hand but he just says "you can just use one of mine" I shake my head but he just looks at me confused "Peter, I am wearing shorts if I put on one of your sweatshirts it will look like I'm not wearing any pants and I don't think you want that" he looks back at me his eyes wide with realization and I giggle.
When we get to the party Peter is keeping me close to him, usually we split up but tonight he is needing comfort so I oblige. He introduces me to some of his new lacrosse teammates, I meet some of there girlfriends and hang out with them, Peter eventually tells me he is going to go get a drink and asks if I want anything but I am fine just sitting here talking to the girls, I'm guessing he was bored with the conversation they were having and so am I, but I make an effort because I know I will probably be seeing these girls again. After about an hour a girl named Courtney is still talking about the problem with labels on food, how they say the amount of calories but you don't realize that it is actually 2 servings in the bottle, god this is why I love Chris, she is my only girl friend that I can talk to she isn't fake or uptight. I politely say I am going to find Peter, I walk around the house before I find him taking down 2 shots in the kitchen, he already looks pretty messed up. When he sees me he smiles so big and starts to walk over to me, tripping little, when he reaches me I hold my hands out to help him stand "god your so pretty" he says to me slurring slightly "hey Zach isn't my girlfriend so pretty, I mean look at her" then he turns to a group of girls who gasp when they see how handsome he is, "hey girls isn't my girlfriend gorgeous" I see a couple of them glare at me but I don't really care. I mean he is being sweet but I also don't want him to embarrass himself in front of his new team, I should probably get him out of here.
"you want to get out of here" I whisper, hoping that will get him to leave, he smiles down at me "god yeah" he says as he sloppily wraps his arm around my waist.
When we get to the car I have to help him into the passenger seat, he is definitely going to feel this in the morning, I lean over to help him in when I feel his hands grasp my hips and his face buries into my chest, "God I love these" he says as he move his face slightly, nuzzling my breasts. Trying to lean away, I place my hands on his muscular shoulders but Peter just strengthens his grip on my hips, I relax in defeat, I didn't try very hard to pull away anyway.
I hear him inhale deeply while his face rests between my breasts before he says "I could sleep on these for the rest of my life" and sighs, I love him but he is just too drunk right now "Peter, we need to get you home" I say and he finally pulls away, but in great overdramatic protest, he slumps down in the seat.
As I start to drive Peter keeps distracting me by placing his hand on my thigh as smirking mischievously at me, but I just remove his hand and hold it in mine hoping it will keep him busy; I was wrong. He keeps moving around the car, pulling my hand and my body with him jeez i'm trying to drive, he also never shuts up, only pausing to think or to hiccup/burp "did, did yooou, know, that you are cute" I just smurk slightly but he continues "yooou, you are sexy...and smart... oh and funny, and cute...wait did I already say that, whatever" I don't even try to speak cause I know he is just going to continue to talk "your so good at driving, did you know that?... hiccup... did you know that I think your hot, hot, hot like hotter than any woman I've ever seen... hiccup...even more than that one lady, uuuugh" I smile at his many compliments, but frown when I look over and see him gag a little "you ok?" I ask and when I look at him his eyes are closed and he in concentrating hard, I hear him burp and I honestly don't know what to do, I don't want him to puke especially not in his car, I glance around the car quickly to see if there is anything in here that can help him, I find a water and make him drink it, soon he is passed out. I roll my eyes as I think about how I am going to get him inside, he is way taller than me, almost all muscle, and passed out. I look at the time and see its still pretty early its only 12am but seeing the way Peter is right now I probably won't be home for awhile.
When I pull up to his house I see that his mom is still not home and it makes me kinda sad, why is she doing this, why would she want Peter and Owen to have to go through this again?
I decide to call daddy to let him know I need to take care of Peter
"hey daddy"
"hey Lara Jean, you okay?"
"yes. sorry i didn't mean to worry you its just Peter had
a really bad day today, so he let loose a little at the part,
and don't worry I drove"
"okay?, so why are you calling?"
"well I was wondering if i could just spend the night at
Peters to make sure he is okay"
"can't his mom take care of him?"
"well she was part of the reason he had a bad day, also
she is not here" I whisper out the last words, my face going beet red
"ok you can stay there, but on one
condition, you sleep on the couch"
"I will daddy... and thank you!"
"no problem make sure Peter is okay,
and have a goodnight"
And we hang up, I look back over at a sleeping Peter before I turn off the car and walk around to his side, when I open the door his head falls down, but springs backup when he wakes "oh god what happened" he says before focusing his eyes on me and his face breaks into a goofy smile. "time to go inside buddy" I say as I stand to the side hoping he will get up on his own. When he stands he sways slightly but catches himself, he looks a me with a smug smile "lets get you naked!" he yells and I immediately slap him on the chest, regretting it immediately when he sways back and almost falls backwards, he catches himself but over corrects falling forward right into me, I catch him but not without falling back a few steps myself. He uses this opportunity to grab my face and kiss me, its sloppy and wet, his mouth tastes of tequila, I pull away and shake my head at him "ahhh, dang it" he says pouting but he doesn't push it, even in his drunken state he still respects me and doesn't push me to do anything I don't want to. I start to walk towards the front door holding Peter up, but I don't succeed very well I am to small to hold up his massive body. I finally get him upstairs and into his bed, he flops down hard spreading out on his bed, he almost immediately falls asleep, I sigh again, he is still in his jeans and shoes. I bend down to take of his shoes, then I move to his jeans, I undo his belt, button and zipper, I have to tug pretty hard but eventually his jeans come off, thankful that his hips are partially hanging off the bed, but his sweat shirt thats a whole other story, I decide to shake him awake, he finally wakes up, grunting in complaint so I half whisper "Peter you need to take off your sweatshirt" he looks at me then looks down and smiles "did you take my pants off? If you wanted me you could of just said so" he says sitting up finally, I reach forward for the hem of his shirt and begin to lift it over his head, he obliges obviously thinking he is going to get lucky, but I don't feel like taking advantage of him when he is drunk, I would expect the same from him. Once his sweat shirt is free his hands snake around my waist and pull me into his lap, he kisses me but I don't give in, my lips are soft against his, but they don't move. He pulls away understanding, puts his forehead on mine and says "I love you" gives me a sloppy forehead kiss, and lays back down. Climbing off him I head over to his dresser smiling as I remember what we did... and my body starts to tingle, but I distract myself by finding one of his shirts and sweat pants for me to sleep in. I take my shoes off, then go to remove my pants making eye contact with Peter as I do, I keep my eyes trained on his as I remove my shirt, then my bra. I smirk at him before covering up my now blushing body with his clothes, he shakes his head, I turn around to head downstairs but he interrupts me "where are you going, you're not sleeping in here" I shake my head no and say "I'll see you in the morning, and you can see this (as I move my hand up and down my body) later, but for now goodnight" and I walk out the door.