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PART II ; OH HELLO PETER KAVINSKY.
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     PETER COULDN'T HELP TO SMILE SOFTLY BEFORE WALKING OFF TO HIS OWN HOTEL ROOM. He had just talked to Genevieve, declaring it was over once in for all. After the fake dating and getting to know her, he fell heads over heels for Lara Jean Covey. Once his feet lead him to the room, he stuffed his hand into his pocket and grabbed his hotel key. Peter then paused all of a sudden when something caught his eyes. It was Lara Jean's favorite scrunchy and a folded note besides it. He bent down to pick the two things up. His fingers glided across the note. Almost everyday, usually school days, he would get the same kind of note from the same person. However, the person always signed their name as 'Me', secreting their identity. Peter always kept the notes even though she told him differently. Deep down, he was curious on who 'Me' was and wanted to figure out who she was. Peter shoved the note and the scrunchy into his pocket before entering the room. Peter's face curled into a sour expression as he walked into the room. 

     "Oh my God! Greg!" Peter exclaimed.

     Both the girl and Greg screamed as they hastily brought the duvet to cover their bodies. "Oh hey P.K. Peter, this is Sydney Coax. Sydney, this is Peter Kavinsky." 

    "Are you gonna be doing this all night?" He asked as he gestured to the both of them.

    "You know it, PK!" Greg fiercely answered.

    Peter rolled his eyes exaggeratedly before folding his arms against his chest. "Where am I going to sleep now?"

    "All rooms are full. Except for Sydney's. You can sleep in there or here." Greg suggested with a light shrug.

    "Yeah, I'm definitely not sleeping in here." Peter mutters as he shakes his head. Sydney points to the card that was placed on the desk. Peter grabs the key card and heads over to Sydney's room. Mindlessly, he opens the hotel door and walks into the room. All of a sudden, a shriek bursts his eardrums. Peter looks up to see a girl hastily bringing her towel to cover her body. She looked oddly familiar. She had a clear face with a pale complexion. Her eyebrows were clearly defined while she had dark brown eyes that almost looked black from a distance. Her hair was soaking wet as well. "What... what are you doing here? You're not Sydney." She questioned as her face twisted into confusion.  

    "There's... um been some complications." Peter tried to explain. "Sydney is my room with my best friend Greg and there's nowhere else to sleep. And I can't help to ask, who are you?"

    "Aubrey Jean Covey." She replied softly, a tinge of sadness laced into her voice.

    "You looked like a Covey." Peter's lips tugged upwards into a smirk.

    "Yeah. Not to be um.. rude. Can you give me some privacy to put my clothes on." She asked politely. 

     "Oh.. right! I'm sorry." Peter apologized before he turned his back to the girl. He heard the ruffling of clothes behind him. After a couple of minutes, he heard her soft voice again. "Done. You can turn around if you like." 

     He slowly turned around and saw Aubrey in a over sized hoodie and a pair of black Nike shorts. Aubrey then threw her soaking black hair into a messy bun. Peter cleared his throat before sitting down on the bed. "Sydney never mentioned that she had a roommate." Peter spoke up, trying to get conversation going.

     "And she didn't mention that Peter Kavinsky would be staying in my room." She snorts. Once the words escaped her mouth, she immediately apologized. "Oh my gosh. I'm sorry-- was that rude?"

    "No. It's totally fine." Peter reassured. 

    Aubrey nods softly before plopping down on the other bed. "Why didn't you just share a room with Lara Jean?" She asks out of the ordinary.

    He shrugged. "You know about us?"

    Aubrey laughed softly. "The whole school does. Lara Jean babbles to me all the time. You know she's really happy. And you do too. Happiness looks good on you, Kavinsky." She murmured under her breath.

    "Wait..." Peter paused. He heard that from somewhere before. "Say the last part again."

    "Why?" She asks.

    "Nothing. I just thought I heard it from somewhere or something." Peter replies with a shake of his head. 

     Aubrey nods slowly, her heart beating crazily. She wasn't ready for him to figure out who she was. Peter pulled out the note and scrunchy out from his pocket. He unfolded the note and started to read it. He couldn't help to smile at the last part of the note. Peter wasn't going to lie, but he thought Genevieve deserved to be punched. His fingers lightly skim over the scrunchy before Aubrey speaks up. "Is that Lara Jean's scrunchy?" She questions. He nods and looks over at the girl. There was a mystery behind that innocent face, Peter thought. "Can you give it to her?" 

    Aubrey chuckles. "She doesn't even let me touch that scrunchy. You should do it because, you are her boyfriend?"

    "Y-Yeah." Peter stutters. "Right." 

    "You seem unsure." Aubrey points out.

    "No. No." He denies quickly. "You have something about you that just baffles me, Aubrey Jean. You have this aura around you that screams mystery." Peter answers as his light caramel eyes met her mocha brown. Aubrey quickly smiles before lightly shrugging off the observation he made. She did hold secrets. Many. Like her undying love for Peter Kavinsky. But, what was more important was her sister's happiness and his happiness. Aubrey climbs under the cover and wiggles under them. Peter couldn't help to laugh at that. "You sure are like your sister, Aubrey Jean." 

    She chuckled softly before turning her head to Peter. "I get that a lot."

    Peter was about to say something before Aubrey interrupted him. "What's that?" She asked, gesturing to the note. Aubrey couldn't help to wonder what he actually did with the notes. Aubrey always told herself that he threw away the notes but she didn't have evidence of him throwing them away. Peter's caramel brown eyes flickered to the note in his hand. "It's just a note from someone."

   "Lara?"

   "I don't know sadly. But almost everyday, the person gives it to me. She spills her secrets, her life, her feelings into these notes. I can't help to relate to some of it. She always says 'Sincerely Me' which is kind of cute in a way. But I can't help to wonder who it is." Peter explains as he fiddles with the note in his hand. "She cares for Lara and for me. Which I do admire. She cares for everyone around her but especially her sister. She even punched Genevieve." Peter softly smiles more to himself.

    "Sounds like a great girl. Whoever she is." Aubrey speculates. 

    "Sometimes, I wish I could know who she is." Peter mutters softly before it was his turn to climb under the covers. Aubrey leans over to turn the light off but something weird catches Peter's eye. Aubrey's knuckles looked red and swollen. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Whoa. Whoa. What happened to your knuckles?" He gestures.

    "This?" She asks as she inspects her knuckles. "Nothing really. I just got mad at my.. boyfriend. I should say ex." 

    "Oh." Peter drawls out.

    "Is there something wrong?" Aubrey raises an eyebrow.

    "Nothing. I just can't seem to figure you out." Peter concludes as he leans over and turns off the light.

     "Tell me more about yourself, Aubrey Jean." Peter urges as he stares at a blank ceiling.

     And with that, the two spent their whole night talking about their dreams and hopes for the world and future to come.

AUTHOR NOTES

WOOO! THAT WAS THE FIRST IN REAL LIFE SCENE AND I'M ALREADY PUMPED FOR THIS. I HAVE CAME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT THIS BOOK WILL END AT FIFTEEN CHAPTERS! idk i might make it longer but right now, my mind is set on fifteen chapters. but i already love aubrey and peter's connection. well so i had my school retreat and it was hella fun. but i'm tired af and i need to finish an entire math lesson but other than that, i'm gucci. 

it's my bday in 3 days

woot im 16. and also shall i do a face reveal? because i got my family reunion pictures back and my cousin is a photographer and she took some pretty bomb ass pictures of me.

anyways...!! on my school retreat, they messed up the schedule so we got to do a lot of fun activities even tho we weren't signed up. i mean, i hate sports but i played and i was named MVP of one of the games there because i kept catching foul balls and getting the final outs on the other team. so i'm pretty proud. but they gave us the talk on how our class should do better and shit. it's mostly the boys who cause chaos but they're getting better which i like. but anyways!!!!11

what do u want to happen next?

give me some boys names i should give our new character ;) ;)