Chapter 6: Day 1 (Part 1)

Notes: Hi guys! So, here's the new chapter. I plan to make the first day longer so I think I'll divide it into 2 or 3 parts (I haven't really decided it yet). I hope you guys enjoy it.

"Are you sure this is the right address?" I ask.

"Yes. Oliver sent it himself. I just copy-pasted it to Google Maps."

Oliver is one of Peter's lacrosse teammate. They hang out together a lot and are close to each other. Even sometimes he comes to Peter's room just to play games or watch YouTube videos at his phone which he can actually do at his own room. Both Peter and I think that maybe he feels lonely. He gets a single room, so he doesn't have a roommate. When Oliver knew that Peter was going to take me to Wilmington, he offered Peter to stay at his grandparents' cabin to which he agreed.

"Covey, look! I think it's that one, that pale yellow cabin over there. Can you help me look for the picture of the cabin that he sent me?" Peter hands over his phone to me.

I do as he told. I search for Oliver's text to Peter. That's when I see a text message from an unknown number, sending Peter three kiss emojis. I feel like someone has just punched me in the gut. My heart beats faster.

"Peter," I call his name. I can hear my voice is shaking and feel a lump in my throat. I clear my throat, wanting to ask him about it, but nothing comes out from my mouth. This is the very first time I have ever been in this situation. I have no idea how to handle it. I wish Margot would have taught me more about relationship and stuff.

Should I open the text? I have no doubt that Peter loves me. It is one of the few things in my life that I am very sure of. I am sure Peter's not cheating on me. But, why does he have this kind of text from some random person?

Peter feels the abrupt change of atmosphere, so he pulls over under the nearest tree. I saw the look of confusion on Peter's face. "What's wrong, Lara Jean?" He carefully asks me. There is a hint of uncertainty in his voice. I still haven't found my voice back. And he continues, "Did I do anything wrong?"

I hand him his phone. He looks at it for a few seconds before realizing what's causing my sudden loss of words. I hear him let out a sigh. He tries to explain, "Covey, this is a nobody. You can check it for yourself." He hands me back his phone.

I look at Peter's phone. There is a picture of a brown haired girl with half of her face closed with a Starbucks cup she's holding. She is smiling brightly. Under the photo she wrote, Hi Peter, I am the girl from last night. Do you miss me yet? and three kiss emojis. That's all. I am not sure why Peter thinks that this is supposed to make me feel better. To be fair, Peter didn't reply her which makes me a bit relieved. On the other hand, the girl is really pretty even though I can only see half of her face.

"You can ask me anything," Peter says softly. He is staring at my eyes. I just stare back at him, not knowing what to say. I feel as if my brain just stops working. I don't know what to think, I don't know what to say.

"You don't think I'm cheating on you, do you?" Peter asks me, he stares at me intently. He looks slightly worried now. I break off the eye contact and look at my hands. Peter reaches for my face. He places his hand under my chin and raises my face so that our eyes meet.

"Answer me, Lara Jean."

I shake my head. Peter is relieved now, the worry that was on his face just now suddenly disappears.

I ask, "Who is she? Why did she text you like that?"

He sighs and starts teasing me, "Phew, she can talk!" He pretends to rub sweat off his face. I can't help but laugh at his silly act. He leans forward and plants a quick kiss on my forehead before he answers. "She is someone I met at the party two weeks ago or something. We didn't really talk, you know. I was with my friends and then someone from the team introduced this girl and her friends to all of us. I don't even remember her name. I think it's Amy or Amelia or Mia, hell, I don't know. I really can't remember."

"So why did she text you like that?"

"I seriously have no idea. That's why I ignored her. To be honest with you, it's a bit creepy to receive a text like that from someone you barely even know. I knew she was eyeing me almost the whole night, but I didn't do anything about it. And I think she knew that I am in a happy relationship with someone else."

"Why didn't you tell me about it?"

"I know I should've told you. I suppose it's because I didn't think it would be important since I don't even know her name. I'm really sorry." He looks at me with sad eyes.

"It's fine. I'm sorry for overreacting just now. It's just that her text was really inappropriate and I was a bit shocked."

"Nah. I totally get it," Peter reassures me.

"She's pretty, though."

"So?"

"Nothing."

"Come on, Covey. You're driving me crazy."

"What? I was just saying."

"Do you think it matters whether she is pretty or not?"

I shrug my shoulders.

"You know damn well I only have eyes for you."

I don't answer him. Then, he suspiciously asks me, "Are you jealous?"

"Hell yeah!" I say, which makes Peter laughs uncontrollably. "No girlfriend in her right mind are not jealous to see her boyfriend gets kiss emojis from another girl. We all know that kiss emoji is for flirting purposes." Especially if her boyfriend is as handsome as you, I add to myself.

"Covey, how can you be jealous of her?"

"Well, you're jealous of Liam," I reply quickly, trying to defend myself.

"That's different. You two have almost the same classes together everyday. And I've told you I trust you, so…"

"I trust you too. That's why I knew that there's no way you cheated on me. But it doesn't mean I'm not jealous." Now that I think about it, it is true I am sure from the beginning that Peter is not cheating on me. And the reason I went silent was probably because I was in a shock.

"Lara Jean, I love you. I only love you. Well, I love my mom and Owen and Kitty a—," Peter pauses. "Anyway, my point is I love you. I don't care about any other girls. All the other girls look the same to me ever since we were together. I can't even tell my friends who's prettier whenever they show me photos of girls they met on Tinder. They always tease me about it. They say that I sound worse than a married man."

"I have to agree with them on this one. You are so weird and cheesy, Peter Kavinsky." I let out a loud chuckle.

Peter rolls his eyes. "So, you're okay, right? Are we cool?"

I nod, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Can we hug it out?" He asks me with hopeful eyes.

I laugh at him, but I lean forward to hug him.

"Damn Covey, I was really scared just now when you went silent on me," Peter says softly as he hugs me tightly. He kisses the side of my forehead for a solid ten seconds before he finally lets go of me. He adds, "And for the record, you are the most beautiful girl in my eyes. No one else matters."

As it turns out, the pale yellow cabin is the place where we are going to stay for the next few days. It is a two-story building. I instantly fall in love with the place. It is located in a quiet, secluded neighborhood. It is very strategic as well. The beach is only a few minutes away, and all the scenic spots are within 30-minute drive range.

Peter parks the car in the garage behind the house where I can see a wooden swing placed at the backyard. He takes out a card from his back pocket which is a key for the cabin. Then, we take our belongings out from the car and head inside.

"Wow," I gasp as we open the door. "This is amazing."

Peter is struck in awe too, observing the interior of the cabin.

The space itself is not big, but everything is thoughtfully designed and placed. As we open the front door, we see a medium-sized grey couch with dark blue throw pillows on it, and a floral-patterned armchair placed next to a TV desk. Behind the couch, there is a kitchen area with shiplap walls and butcher-block counters. A small dining table is placed next to the front door.

Across the room, there is a sliding barn door that opens to a bedroom. The bedroom is tiny. It can only fit one king size bed with two nightstands at each side of the bed; along with a small dresser and a full-body mirror next to a wide window with white curtain. The window gives the room a very good lighting which makes it so pretty. The bathroom is not connected to our bedroom, but they are situated next to each other.

On the second floor, there are a laundry room and a storage space. Also, a spacious deck overlooking the garden behind the cabin.

"Everything here is so pretty, don't you think? I really like the wood and white aesthetics that's going on everywhere in the cabin," I gush.

Peter laughs at how excited I am. He comes closer to me and hugs me from behind. He kisses the back of my head. Then, he whispers to my ear, "Are you ready for the next surprise?"

"Mmhm," I hum, turning my head a little bit so I can kiss his lips. "Do you have anything planned for tonight? If you don't, I really wanna cook for you. It seems unfair that I am always on the receiving end of surprises. I know that cooking is not much, bu—"

Peter plants another kiss on my lips. "I would love to eat your food, Covey. Can you bake me your chocolate chip cookies too?"

"Didn't you tell me you are on a high protein diet to stay fit for the opening game?"

"I know. But I really miss your cookies. It's fine, I'm not going to eat more than ten of them."

His response makes me laugh. I give him a nod to let him know that I'm going to bake for him. He smiles to me in delight.

"What are you going to cook for dinner?" Peter asks.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm, remember when you were obsessed with trying all Jamie Oliver's recipes during summer? I really love that chicken with peanut butter that Kitty hated so much."

"Okay. It is super easy. I think I'll make a simple salad too."

"Sounds amazing."

"Okay, let's stop by the grocery store to buy all the ingredients."

Twenty minutes later, we have already gathered almost all of the ingredients that we need to make the chicken, salad and cookies. We are just left with eggs and all purpose flour.

I tell Peter to look for the eggs, while I search for the flour. After a while, Peter finds me squatting on the floor in front of a tall shelf with various kinds of flour reading the descriptions on the labels. He comes back empty handed. I look at him in confusion.

He responds to my look before I have the chance to ask him anything. "I don't know which one to take. There are too many options and they all pretty much look the same to me. I even Googled some of the labels, but it didn't do much of a help."

"How lucky of you to never have bought eggs," I playfully made fun of him.

He laughs at my joke. "Actually, I have bought eggs for my mom before. But she specifically told me which one to buy, along with the photo of the label," he says as he scratches the side of his neck. "Let's just take it together. We're not in a hurry anyway."

After we have everything we need, I ask Peter, "Do you want anything for breakfast tomorrow?" I am staring at a freezer full of salmon. I have one hand on my hip and the other supporting my chin. My lips pout slightly as I am thinking.

I hear Peter chuckles a few meters away from me. I look up, arching one of my eyebrow. Peter is holding his phone, taking candid photos of me. He comes closer and playfully pinches my cheeks with both of his hands. "You are so adorable. I'm soooo into this housewife mode Lara Jean Song Covey."

"Peter!" I rub both of my cheeks, pretending that he just hurt me.

"You know what, I don't have a lot of things planned. Well, I have a few places I want to take you to, but we can always adjust the itinerary. I want this to be a trip where both of us can relax and enjoy ourselves. So, you can do anything you want, including cooking."

I grin at him. I really miss baking and cooking at home. I haven't been able to do them in my dormitory since I am busy with homework and I don't think I can make time to grocery shop either. Besides, Em and I don't have a lot of cooking utensils.

"Where are we going after this?" I ask curiously, looking up to face him.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, please."

"To be honest, I'm still thinking between two options. The first one is taking you for a canoe ride, the second one is taking a boat to an island. Which one do you prefer?"

"Wow. You really know how to impress a girl, don't you, Peter Kavinsky?" I sincerely compliment him, staring at him in awe.

He throws his head back in laughter.

"I am a lucky girl," I whisper, mostly to myself. But Peter hears it too.

He responds, "What? No. We are both lucky to have each other, remember? You and me, kid!" He winks at me.

I tiptoe to briefly kiss his cheeks, and then I tell him, "Let's just go for that canoe ride. Who knows maybe we can find a small island nearby too."

Peter agrees. Then I ask again, "Can we watch the sunset too?"

"That's what I planned to do, Covey. I really love how we are always on the same frequency."

"Oh, Peter, I'm so excited!"

"I can see that."

"Let's pay for these and go find something to eat, shall we?"

Notes: Please don't hate me for that little surprise at the beginning of the story. I was just bored when I wrote it so I added a little bit of twist, but I always know from the start that it won't really hurt their relationship. Cause I know how much they love each other and how much they've matured as a couple, especially after what happened in Dan and Trina's wedding. Also, I want them to do couple-y things like grocery shopping and cooking together. I just think it's cute. So let me know what you guys think about this chapter! Leave me some reviews and ideas, please. Have a great day! :)