peter hadnât even wanted to come.
that was the thing â the fucking kicker, the cherry on top of a shitty, melted ice cream sunday. he didnât want to be here. the truth is, itâs only been a few years and heâsâ
yeah. heâs not over her.
that much becomes abundantly clear the second she walks through those gym doors; the balloon arch and the fairy lights and the old speaker playing top hits from their graduation year all fade away.
heâs drawn to her, inexplicably so. even after all this time. pretty sure there will always be a part of him that canât give up lara jean. he watches her for a while, in between stilted conversations and forced laughs and the same faces saying the same things over and over again. he finds himself at the dessert table when she wanders over himself.
and fuck, fuck, he doesnât think he can do this, he canât be this close to her, he canât talk to herâ
lara jean trips. sheâs still so clumsy, even after all this time. he catches her, out of habit, out of instinct, out of some undeniable need to still be near her.
â lara jean covey; you havenât changed one bit. âÂ
â peter kavinsky  â you used to call me covey. â
doesnât know whether to laugh or to cry - of ALLÂ the people here, of course itâs peter that catches her. itâs been years & in all honesty, lara jean really hasnât been the best at keeping up with what everyoneâs been up to. but every now and then, sheâll find things that remind her of people - in the way that EDM music will always remind her of chris, any mentions of lacrosse and chocolate chip cookies remind her of peter. she thinks about peter every time she drives past an antique store, wonders how his mom and owen are doing - wishes that sheâd stayed in touch even after the break up.Â
â iâll have you know, iâve changed some. â
she hadnât noticed peter when sheâd walked in. wonders where gen is, if they ever got back together ( it wouldnât surprise her if they did ). notes how odd it is, to be back here like nothingâs changed since she graduated from adler high years ago, next to her high school sweetheart ( is it possible to have multiple high school sweethearts? ), knowing all the things she does about him ( how he likes his coffee, what kind of cereal he prefers, his favourite kind of weather, knows how hard it was for him after his father left ) and yet it seems like she knows nothing about him at all.Â
â howâve you been? â