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by
Jenny Han
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July 9 - July 9, 2016
JOSH IS MARGOT’S BOYFRIEND, BUT I guess you could say my whole family is a little in love with him.
Ah yes
Because Margot is always fine, even when she’s not.
I will always stop and listen to a story about Mommy. Any detail, any remembrance that Margot has, I want to have it too.
Because sometimes it feels like I’ll never be done.
we always said we’d be the Song girls forever.
We are the three Song girls. There used to be four. My mom, Eve Song.
We three Song girls have an unspoken pact: to make life as easy as possible for Daddy.
Margot doesn’t see the point in wondering. This is our life; there’s no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers.
But the important thing, the real thing, is Chris and I understand each other, which I think counts for a lot more than people realize.
What must it be like, to have a boy like you so much he cries for you?
They’re MFEO. Made for each other.
Wobble wobble.
I look up, and it’s Peter Kavinsky’s black Audi with the tinted windows. One of them rolls down. “Lara Jean? Are you okay?”
It’s funny how much of childhood is about proximity.
I wonder what it’s like to have that much power over a boy. I don’t think I’d want it; it’s a lot of responsibility to hold a person’s heart in your hands.
The boy Kitty has a crush on—it’s Josh.
Looool
Firsts are best because they are beginnings.
He hesitates and then grins his perfect Peter grin. “Nah, I want to keep it. I never got a letter like this before.”
I got nervous, so I picked a fight with him and he never looked at me like that again.
Lol
I don’t answer. I just kiss him.
Very sincerely I say, “Thank you.” He replies, “You’re welcome,” and I hop out of his arms and sprint off in the opposite direction.
“You’re a funny girl.” First I’m cute in a quirky way; now I’m a funny girl.
That’s the thing: Daddy tries.
She cuts him pieces of apple and peels clementines for him like he’s a baby.
“When I was ringing him up, I asked him when you guys started going out, and he said recently. He said he really liked you.”
A thing? Haha.
“Let’s just do this for a little while.”
Because why would you be with him when you could be with me? Well, pretend be with me. Strictly business, though. I can’t have you falling in love with me, too.”
“Your hand is too hot,” I hiss. Through clenched teeth he says, “No, your hand is.”
How about at least a hand in your back jean pocket? Trust me, it’ll be strictly professional.”
“Katherine.” “But everyone calls you Kitty?” “Everyone who knows me,” Kitty says. “You can call me Katherine.” Peter’s eyes light up. “You’re tough,” he says admiringly,
I think John Ambrose McClaren must be the One That Got Away.
When I’m back in my room, I text Peter that I don’t need a ride to school tomorrow. I don’t tell him Josh is giving me a ride. Just in case.
Bro
“Is this for the PTA bake sale?” Peter brushes past me and starts taking off his sneakers. “You guys are a no-shoes house, right?”
SCREAMING
“Nah, I like it. You look pretty.”
He whispers, “Fighting isn’t a good sign, Lara Jean. It means you still care.”
Gosh. To be sitting in the passenger seat of Peter Kavinsky’s black Audi. Isn’t that what every girl has ever wanted, in the history of boys and girls?
To belong to someone—I didn’t know it, but now that I think about, it seems like that’s all I’ve ever wanted. To really be somebody’s, and to have them be mine.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But look what I brought you.” He passes me a donut in a napkin, still warm. “I stopped and got it special, right when they opened at seven thirty. It’s mocha sugar.”
He’s looking at me like he did that day I kissed him in the hallway. Like I’m different than he thought.
I told Kitty she was adopted and her real family was in a traveling circus. It’s why she took up gymnastics.
For someone who’s over Genevieve, he sure does talk about her a lot. Though it’s not just him. I was thinking about her too. Even when she’s not here, she’s here. That girl has some kind of reach.
Josh, you break my heart. And you’re a liar. Because you know me, you know me better than almost anybody, and you don’t love me.
He is, of course, Peter Parker. Who else would Kavinsky go as?
Halfway through class he sends me a note. He’s drawn spiderwebs around the edges. It says, I’ll be on time tomorrow.
All I can think of is how patient he was with her, how sweet. Impulsively I get up on my tiptoes and kiss him on the cheek, and he jerks back in surprise. “What was that for?” My cheeks feel scalded. I say, “For being so nice to Kitty.”
Are Kitty and I interchangeable in his mind? Are Margot and I?
I really admire my little sister sometimes. She knows exactly what she wants, and she’ll do whatever it takes to get it. She’s shameless that way.
“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.”
Out of nowhere he says, “Remember back at Halloween how you were Cho Chang and Sanderson was Harry Potter? I bet you that wasn’t a coincidence. I bet you a million bucks he got Kitty to find out what your costume was and then he ran out and bought a Harry Potter costume. The kid is into you.”
Ok peterrrr
