So who’s this guy
you’re dating? His name is Peter
and he and Lara Jean wouldn’t be together
if not for me. He didn’t know she existed, but I mailed a secret
love letter she wrote for him. Can I talk to you? Technically she wrote five. Anyway, they started
fake dating to make -his ex-girlfriend jealous…
-She went nuts. …and cover up
Lara Jean’s real crush. Everything got weird,
they started real dating. They’re totally real
girlfriend and boyfriend and they are adorable. That’s cool, actually. -Hey.
-Hi. Say it out loud with me.
Eleven o’clock. Eleven o’clock, like always. -Have fun.
-Not too much fun. I think this is from
the girls’ soccer team. Sometimes I wish
my boyfriend was more anonymous. Heavy is the head
that wears the crown. Nope. That’s your crown. No, this is all you, boo-boo. -I don’t want it, though.
-This is all you. That’s for you. John Ambrose McClaren. Oh, my God. Dear Lara Jean,
I couldn’t believe when I opened that letter
and it was from you. It’s been, what, five years? Hi. What is going on
in that head of yours? Remember when you asked
who got the other love letters, and I said
someone from Model UN? He’s actually
volunteered with me. I’m gonna need
that letter back. I need proof that
someone actually liked me in middle school. Everyone liked you
in middle school. I didn’t care about everyone. Why did I write
these stupid love letters? I think it’s exciting. I have a boyfriend. Almost all of my love affairs
overlapped with another one. I thought having
a boyfriend meant the idea of other boys
left your mind completely. I didn’t want to be thinking
about what might have been, but I was. I can stick around
and help clean up. No, I think I can
help my girlfriend clean up. I miss you, Mom. I wish you could tell me
what to do. I thought I wanted
happily ever after… but we’re still
at the beginning.