you did not want to talk about it.

and you make that clear the second he’s stopped at your house.

“don’t ask.” is all you say, your words much more clear — and less coherent — than they had been before with the lack of sobriety in your state at that time.

it’s mainly because you’re embarrassed.

and especially since peter knows your sisters well, especially lara jean.

and you don’t want this whole situation to ever be spoken about. ever.

you made a mistake, okay?

and that doesn’t need to said out loud because you both already know that.

it was a mistake to think that you could let your guard down for once.

also, the fact that you went to a party, after the little ‘getting stood up’ thing that’d happened during your supposed date with a boy you actually thought liked you.

and going to the party of course lead you to getting shit-faced drunk, until peter came to the rescue, got you sobered up and insisted on driving you home.

and now here you are.

at your words, all he can do is chuckle amusedly, before raising his hands in the air, away from the wheel, in mock-defense. “wasn’t going to.”

despite his words, you know he does want to know.