Being late to the KinnPorsche party, I already knew VegasPete were gonna be a thing. I walked into KP admiring how lovely Bible looked and was miffed about Vegas being a paired with a simple-looking guy like Pete. Everyone was styled fabulously, and Pete was just so plain. Imagine what hit me as I got through to the second half of KP. Beyond all the visual appeal or personal charisma, beyond the dazzling glimmer, Pete managed to enter my heart and make a home there. He is not my goofball; he is my pillar of strength. Nothing can break that man and I fell in love. How did I even think Pete wasn't pretty? It's been more than a year since I met him, and if you look at my blood under the microscope, I'm pretty sure it's gonna have Pete written in there. Don't our favorite characters have a way of revealing our soul?
