Head took a nap, on my lap, on the way back
In the cab, just like that, oh God

Dance a little, move a little
Dance a little, move a little
Dance a little, move a little
Dance a little, move a little

I move my body along to the music, in an awkward, uncoordinated motion. It never fails to make Peter laugh. It used to bother me when he did it, my cheeks would burn, and I'd stop dancing, but now I just embrace it. We've been together too long now to let something like that bother me.

He moves so swiftly to the music, and I will never understand what's it's like to have such smooth moves. Why do some people just get it and others can't? None of the song girls can dance; we must've got our daddy's genes in that sense; our mother was a great dancer. Or at least I believe so, I live most of my memories of mommy through daddy's stories of her.

He took me to the diner once just after Peter and I figured out our real feelings for each other. We ate our usual favourites and he played 'Everybody Wants To Rule The World' by Tears for Fears, a song that is extremely nostalgic for me. once it had finished he proceeded to play the same song again. He told me mommy used to play the song and dance along to it over and over until the manager kicked both her and daddy out. That's my favourite story of mom, and I'm glad I have that song to remind me of her, even though I technically wasn't there.

We're headed to the local waterpark, they're having a discounted week, as summer break ends in 7 days. The whole city will be there, even people from outside the city, but we're okay with that. Waiting in the lines adds to the experience, it's what going to the water park is all about.

Kitty sits in the back of Peter's minivan, with her friend Sally, watching some slime videos on Instagram. I will never understand that fad. She's complained about the music 6 times, but I turn it up one more notch every time just to annoy her. Peter's brother Owen gets a kick out of it each time, his favourite thing being when Kitty's annoyed. Peter and I both think it's because he has a crush on her, but it's just making her dislike him even more each time. It benefits me as he always sides with me in any argument I have with Kitty.

Owen has caused grief for both Peter and his mom; as he struggled making friends in middle school due to his shy nature. His only real friends are his half-brothers, which Peter hates with a passion. He refuses to drive Owen to his dad's house, especially after the whole graduation scenario. I think they should just leave him be, he will find his feet in due time; like me. I only had one friend in High School until Peter, and when she wasn't around I hung out with my sister and her now ex-boyfriend Josh.

The colours of the water slides appear in the distance as we drive over a crest in the highway and Kitty, Sally and Owen squeal excitedly before they disappear again. We are about 10 minutes away. Peter plays his favourite song again, Live a Little by Fool, and I cannot complain because I honestly really love it too. I turn the radio up as loud as it can go and wind the windows down, the summer air filling the car, causing my hair to fly all over the place and get stuck on the lip balm on my lips. Peter sings at the top of his lungs, and I look over and admire him, savouring the moment, creating a memory. These are my favourite moments I spend with him.

-

Kitty, Sally and Owen are somewhere in the park, having the best time, I would give anything to be Kitty's age again, young and careless. When I was her age all I cared about was what new song One Direction was going to release, and I would watch how I met your mother on repeat. Yes, how I met your mother was my favourite show. I would never watch shows similar to it now, but it is my guilty pleasure when I have nothing else to do.

When you're younger all you care about is what's going to happen when you're older. What college you're going to, if you're going to have a boyfriend, your first kiss, your first job and where you're going to travel to. Once those things go by, you're left being an adult which is actually really scary.

Peter and I are laying under an umbrella, on beach lounges, looking out at the water park, trying to drown out the sounds of kids running around screaming with music playing from Peter's portable speaker.

"We told Kitty we'd meet them back here at 2," I say, slightly bored. "Let's go do something fun!"

I turn the music off the portable speaker and lock it inside the locker provided at out little spot. I tuck the key in between my boobs. There's nowhere else to put it. Peter laughs at me before slowly peeling himself up off of the lounge chair.

"Okay, but only if you'll do the big ones, I don't want to do the baby ones," he says, smiling wide, knowing I have a slight fear of them. I enjoy them once I'm on them and after them, it's just the built-up nerves before we go on them that I don't like.

"Sure," I say and shrug my shoulders like it doesn't bother me.

"Wow, someone's acting tough today,"

"I can be tough sometimes you know!" I huff, but in a joking manner.

"Yes you can Covey," he says before grabbing my hand. "Sometimes."

This makes me smile, because that's Peter's way of admitting his vulnerability. It's something I've picked up on in the past 2 years.

We make our way up the stairs of the 'tornado', a mixed pink and purple coloured waterslide that resembles a cone. We make our way up the stairs slowly, with high pitched squeals being drowned out by the sound of the rushing water.

The feeling of adrenaline is already churning inside my stomach, and I look over the edge of the stairs at all the people in the crowd walking around having the best time. smiles line all of their faces like nothing else matters besides today. Like they don't have to move away from everything and everyone they know in seven days.

Before I know it, we are next in line. The worker pulls down the next tube and motions for us to sit. We have to sit across from each other to balance out the weight. Our legs are touching and Peter's too far away for me to grab his hand.

"Are you guys ready?" the instructor asks and gives me a reassuring smile. My nervousness must be very obvious.

Peter's got the giggles, he can't look me in the eyes without laughing. The instructor pushes us away and we slowly start moving along, into the tube before the main part of the ride. I look toward Peter with a frantic look and he whips his head back laughing so hard, it makes me feel worse. But we're off and away, no stopping, no going back, and I scream so loud I can't even hear it. Our tube whips from side to side and my head abruptly moves around, causing me to have a headache, but the view of Peter having so much fun is making it okay.

Once the ride is finished, I'm glad I did it, despite the intense headache I currently have. I can't help but think that this ride was symbolic of what college is going to be like.

Peter gives in to doing a ride that I'm a fan of, which is the lazy river. We both grab an inflatable ring each, his a neon pink and mine a yellow.

We cruise along the lazy river, heads back and enjoying the view of the fake 'jungle' the waterpark has made along the sides of the river. Peter has a firm grip on the handle on my inflatable ring, so that we don't manage to slip away from each other.

"Have you heard anything from McLaren recently?" He asks, staring up at the sky.

"I saw him a couple of days ago actually. On the way to orientation at college. But I didn't actually talk to him it was just in the traffic," I reply, and peter nods. "why do you ask?"

"Oh no reason," He replies, with a cheeky smile on his face. I give him a look and he laughs. "Seriously, no reason. I was just curious,"

"Whatever you say big boy," I laugh and flick water in his eyes.

"Oh, two can play at that game Covey," He smiles widely with a mischievous look on his face, before flipping my ring with the handle he had a grip on, and I'm submerged in the water.

-

We round up Kitty, Sally and Owen. The three of them look like a mix of drowned rats and prunes. I'm glad they had a good day. These are the kinds of memories I want Owen and Kitty to have with Peter and I.

We walk back to the car, exhausted. Thankfully, peter is somehow full of energy. He hops in the driver seat, starts the car before plugging in his phone in and blasting 'High Hopes' by Panic! At the disco and the five of us are all singing at the top of our lungs.

We drop of Sally, and then Kitty. I quickly pop inside to grab some pyjamas and to let Daddy know I'll be going to Peter's and will be home by curfew.

I run back to Peter's minivan, where he sits staring at me with the eyes that make me melt. I have a love hate relationship with those eyes. He could flash them to me at any time, and I would cave.

When I get back in the car, I grab his face and kiss him, hard. That look, it just does something to me. Owen lets out a gagging noise, and I jump away from Peter, i totally forgot he was there! He's so quiet that boy.

We get to Peter's house, and the smell of freshly cooked spaghetti fills the room, and my stomach grumbles. Peter's mom makes the absolute best spaghetti, and I'm not being biased.

Owen quickly runs to his bedroom, and we go to the kitchen to greet Peter's mom. He plants a kiss on her cheek. If I was to write a list of the reasons why I love Peter, how much he loves his mom would be high up there with one of the main reasons.

I give her a hug, but it comes across as a desperate attempt to be civil, as she's still, after almost 2 years, not my biggest fan. At least convincing Peter to not go to UNC and ruining my perfectly planned night to lose my virginity has slightly moved me from her bad book into the beginning of her good book.

The four of us sit around the table, and I have butterflies in my stomach, not the good ones. I know that Peter's mom is going to ask me about UNC and to be honest, I don't want to think about it.

"So how are you moving all your stuff to your dorm Lara Jean?" She asks. I was waiting for it.

"My dad is driving me, and we'll pack the car the day before, and then get up early to make our way. The dorm has furniture and a bunch of appliances in the kitchen already. So, all I really need to take is clothes and supplies," I reply, before shoving a forkful of pasta into my mouth, so if she asks another question, I won't be able to reply straight away.

"Oh, that's nice. We're lucky because if peter forgets something, he'll just be able to drive 15 minutes up the road! Four hours is definitely too far to go home just for a t-shirt!" She laughs, and we both know it's to make me feel bad. Peter shoots me an apologetic look, and I just look away, down to my empty plate.

I don't reply, and collect Peter's plate and put it with mine, before excusing myself and taking the plates to the kitchen. Peter stays at the tale, but once I start washing up, he comes and joins me.

Peter's mom looks toward me, with a facial expression I cannot read. It doesn't bother me though. I'm not going to leave Peter because of the stupid comments she makes toward me. Pete hates it too, but his mom looks hard to care for him and Owen. He can't stand up to her because he knows just how much she cares, and that's why she continues to make the comments. It's an endless cycle.

At the sink, I wash the pans, and peter comes up behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. I place the last pan on the drying rack and turn around to face him. His mom and brother are watching TV, Owen over the moon that he doesn't have to do the washing up because I did his half.

I place a quick kiss on his lips before breaking away from him and grabbing the container of brownies I had in the freezer from the last time I came for dinner. I warm four of them on four sperate plates, with a dollop of heavy cream and half a strawberry on each plate.

We walk the plates in to the lounge room and give them to Peter's mom and Owen, and they thank me, before we sit on the couch beside them. Both Peter and I would much rather be in his bedroom, but ever since he was young, they watched TV together, every night he was home. Since college is approaching so fast, Peter feels like he owes it to his mom to spend time with them before he leaves. I don't mind, because it makes me look better too, as I'm not whisking him straight to his bedroom every time I'm here.

After the movie finishes, peter and I finally have time to go to his bedroom. The best thing about being at Peter's is that his mom doesn't mind if we shut the door! It's crazy how the smallest thing, like a shut door, can make two people much more comfortable around each other. I think the purest moments I've shared with peter have been in this bedroom. His mom's room is also downstairs, which is fantastic, because we can talk about whatever, as loud as we like, and not have to worry about her hearing us. Owen's room is on this floor, but a bathroom separates them, and Owen's always playing videogames with a headset on so he ant hear us.

He lays on his small single bed, and I'm on his desk chair spinning around, back and forth. "What's bothering you now Covey," Peter states, staring at his phone, most likely on Instagram, and I want to be angry at him, because I want him to be present. But I know he's on it because he doesn't want to talk about college. If my phone wasn't on 20% battery, I would be on I too, but I need it to stay alive, so I can message my dad when I'll be home.

"Nothing, why are you on your phone? Be with me. Our time is short," I sigh, not making eye contact and staring at the ceiling.

"Come here," He says, arms out wide, after putting his phone on the bedside table. I lay here in his arms, and we snuggle, no words needing to be shared between us.

He kisses my forehead, and I hold him a little tighter, wondering how to tell him I want to have sex.

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Woooo chapter 2!

Was anyone else pissed that they never ended up having sex in the third book? I was lke c'mon seriously?? Hahaaha

Hope you enjoyed! The song I listened to on repeat whilst writing this chapter was 'Guided Light' by Mumford & Sons, its new and I'm obsessed.

https://youtu.be/qHsEwQvnGOE

Ro x