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.