To All the Boys I've Loved Before (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #1)

by Jenny Han

but as anyone who’s ever scrapbooked knows, Rome wasn’t built in a day. You could spend a year or more working on one scrapbook.

Peter says, “See? The kid likes weird stuff.” Without turning around, he lifts his hand up for a high five and Kitty leans forward and slaps it heartily. “Hey, gimme a sip of whatever it is you’re drinking back there.” “It’s almost gone, so you can have the rest,” she says. Kitty hands it over, and Peter tips back the plastic container in his mouth. “This is good,” he says. “It’s from the Korean grocery store,” Kitty tells him. “They come in a pack and you can put them in the freezer and if you pack it for lunch, it’ll be icy and cold when you drink it.” “Sounds good to me. Lara Jean, bring me one of these tomorrow morning, will you? For services rendered.” I shoot him a dirty look and Peter says, “I mean the rides! Geez.” “I’ll bring you one, Peter,” Kitty says. “That’s my girl.” “As long as you give me a ride to school tomorrow, too,” Kitty finishes, and Peter hoots.

When you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, you only want to be with that person, and you forget about everybody else, and then when the two of you break up, you’ve lost all your friends. They were off doing fun stuff without you.

Then he puts his arm around me and says loudly, “For as long as you’re my girl, you don’t pay for frozen yogurt.”

“Because, do you think any of the other moms are buying cupcakes from Food Lion? How would that make Kitty look?” “Well, if it’s for Kitty, then Kitty should be helping.” Peter hops off the stool and comes up to me and slides his hands around my waist and tries to untie my apron strings. “Where is the kid?” I stare at him. “What… are you doing?” Peter looks at me like I’m a dummy. “I need an apron too if I’m going to help. I’m not trying to get my clothes all messed up.”

“Is he out there?” “I don’t know. He was a minute ago.” “Then just in case,” Peter says, and he leans his head out and kisses me on the lips, open-mouthed and sure. I’m stunned. When he pulls away, Peter’s smiling. “Night, Lara Jean.” He drives off into the night and I’m still standing there with my fingers to my lips. Peter Kavinsky just kissed me. He kissed me, and I liked it. I’m pretty sure I liked it. I’m pretty sure I like him.