Endlessly yours, Peter K.

Chapter 8 - "We're 'ENDGAME' right?

The weekend with Peter seemed awfully long, maybe because I was pretty worried about what was happening to him.
But he kept his promises.  He sent the letter on time and was doing his best all week, he is even likely to get into Saturday's and Monday's games.
For what Mrs. Kavinsky asked me, I also came up with a solution.  I'm really going to surprise Peter in Virginia.
I've foreseen everything.
I'll catch the bus at midnight tonight and I'll be there early on Saturday morning.  I'll grab something for breakfast and wake him up by calling him and telling him to look out through the window.
I walk around the hostel, counting to find out which is the 7th window.
- Must be this one ...
I take my phone out of my pocket and dial Peter.
- Hello ...- he says sleepily.
- Did I wake you up?
- Oh, Lara Jean ... That's you. Yes, but there's no problem.  Has something happened?  What time is it?
- Eight, I think ... Nothing happened ... I just ... decided to bring you breakfast.
- To bring me?  - I can hear that he's getting out of bed.  - Does that mean you're ... - raises the blinds ... - here ...
He smiles and waves at me.  I close the phone and pick up the breakfast basket.
After a minute, Peter walks out of the front door in his pajamas and slippers with a jacket.
- What are you doing here?  - lifting me up, turning me over and leaving me on the ground again.
- I told you.  I came to bring you breakfast.  - I shrug.
- From Chapel Hill?- he raises his eyebrows and peers into the basket.  - Pancakes?  - I nod. - Lara Jean, I can't eat it.
I keep my head down.
- So, it won't be exactly how I've planned.
- Sorry, the game is in the afternoon, I shouldn't ...
- Eat tough foods, I understand. Don't worry, no problem.  - I am smiling.
Sometimes I just forget that we are no longer in high school.  But it's only been 3 months since we were in college.  I can't get used to some things yet.
- We still can have breakfast together.  We have the total of... - he looks at his wristwatch.  - 25 minutes.
- Only 25?
- I have a workout. Excuse me.- he strokes my chin. - At least we're together.  I promise that after the game we will have a nice meal out or order food for home. There's a few hours left to figure it out.  - winks at me.  - Let's come in, we're going to freeze ...
I don't know why I feel like there's something different. I last saw him 5 days ago, but there is something that has changed.

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After we had breakfast, Peter left me in his room because I was not allowed to attend the training cause I'm not part of the team.  I picked up the album I gave Peter before we left for college and now I'm looking at it.
All these memories seem that far away, but when I see them now, they come to life in front of my eyes. Are 2 years that long?
As if the time without Peter had never existed, it remained only as an old memory.  Like my memories with my mom. Sometimes I forget that there was a time when it wasn't just me, Daddy, Kitty, and Margot.  Even that there was a time when we were without Trina, Dad's second wife, our former neighbor.  It's like I've never liked Josh, and Jen and Peter have never been high school sweethearts.
It feels like Peter and I have always been together and the past has not existed.
Is that how you feel when you really fall in love?
Peter enters the room, wiping his hair with a towel:
- Are you already bored?
- No, I'm looking at pictures ...
He leans down behind my back, kisses me, but his smile disappears when he sees what I'm holding.
- I keep it on my desk only because I promised you, but you know I don't like to see it.  - sits next to me, closes it and takes it from me. - It reminds me of our last break-up, and I don't want to think about that stuff. - he turns it into his hands.  - We were different then.  We were young...
- It's not that long ago. Half a year maybe ....
- Yes, but we've changed a lot since we left. I don't think I'm the same boy I was half a year ago.  When you have to learn how to handle everything yourself, things change.
- Peter, those are just memories.  Part of our history.  We wouldn't be together without them now.
- You're right.- he exhales slowly, then leaves the album next to his legs.  - What do you want us to do?  We have 2 ​​more hours.
- How about the movie list?
- I think it was my turn.  But it doesn't matter, you choose what to watch... - he pulls off his shoes and fits comfortably behind me ...