Chapter One:

Disclaimer: All characters and some dialogue belong to author Jenny Han. This is my interpretation after the final book Always and Forever, Lara Jean.

"I miss you."

"Covey, you just saw me."

Okay, so Peter had a point. I did just see him three hours ago but I couldn't help it. Here I was, sitting in my new dorm at UNC and surrounded by boxes, supposed to be getting excited about my first day of college ... but I couldn't stop missing him. Thank god for Bluetooth.

"Peter, did I make a mistake?" I ask and I can hear him sigh on the other end.

We had this conversation a million times over the summer and every time he reassured me that I was doing the right thing. Maybe I should have went to William and Mary, I think to myself. Then I wouldn't be so far away from him. I knew being apart was going to be hard but I'm three hours in and I'm doubting myself for what feels like the millionth time.

"For the millionth time, you are doing the right thing. I'm not going anywhere Lara Jean ... we have a contract remember?" he replies and I can picture him smirking on the other end.

We did have a contact as he so neatly wrote out in my high school senior yearbook. Peter Kavinsky was not going anywhere and neither was Lara Jean Song Covey. We even signed it like we did with our fact contractual agreement. It feels like just yesterday we were starting our fake relationship and I almost can't believe how much changed in two years.

"I thought a real relationship doesn't have a contract; it was all about trust," I tease.

"You are impossible Covey. Absolutely impossible," he teases back and for the first time in two hour, I don't feel scared. We may be 3 hours and 14 minutes away from each other (yes, I timed it down to the second), but he's still my Peter. He was always going to be my Peter, no matter how far away he was.

My thoughts are interrupted, when I see my new roommate lugging her things into our dorm room. I should probably introduce myself, I think to myself. But I just can't bring myself to get off the phone.

"What the hell was that?" I hear on the other end, clearly he has taken notice to the loud banging courtesy of boxes being dropped in the foyer of our dorm room. Our dorm room was nothing like I have imagined. I expected a tiny room with two bed but to my surprise. We had a living area, a small kitchen, and two bedrooms each with their own door for privacy. I don't know how we scored it, but I was grateful we did.

"My new roommate just came through the door. I should probably go introduce myself."

"Oh ... yeah, okay ... yeah, you should do that. Go make friends. I'll talk to you tonight. I love you, Lara Jean," he states his words tug at my heart strings. Who knew one boy could do that?

Damn you, Peter Kavinsky.

"I love you too, Peter Kavinsky."

I'm just about the hang up the phone before Peter's voice stops me.

"Hey, Lara Jean ..." he trails and I wait in anticipation for what's about to come next.

"Yeah."

"I miss you too."

God, I missed her.

Leaving her there like that, with tears welling in her eyes as I said my final goodbye before my drive back to Virginia, nearly killed me. I hated to think about her crying and I hated feeling like I was the one who caused it. I wish I could just tell her to come back to Virginia with me, help her figure something out just so she would be close to me. But that wasn't fair.

Lara Jean Song Covey deserves the world and who was I, Peter Grant Kavinsky, to take that away from her?

I still remember when I confronted her about her letter in junior year and telling her it was never going to happen. God Kavinsky, you idiot, I think to myself. I couldn't remember my life without Lara Jean and I didn't even want to think about where I'd be if I didn't have her.

She made everything better. She listened when I talked about my dad leaving and how he was trying to re-enter my life. She was also kind to my family and always made me feel accepted into hers. She even broke up with me just so I could have the college experience she thought I deserved.

Our relationship has never been easy but damn, has it been worth it. Lara Jean Song Covey is my first real love and I will stop at nothing to make her my last.

"Yo, scrub ... five minutes," I hear the lacrosse team captain yell taking me out of my thoughts about Lara Jean and our possible future. I think his name is Tyler but honestly, I'm not sure. All I know is he did would be doing this every Sunday and if I'm honest it's irritating. I want to win as much as the next guy but Sundays are a day of relaxation. They're my day of relaxation.

Sighing, I sling my lacrosse gym bag over my shoulder. Maybe this will take my mind off Lara Jean.

Yeah, like that would happen.

My new roommate is better than I had anticipated.

Her name is Cassandra but she advised me to call her Cass ... Cassandra made her feel like she was in trouble. Her words, not mine. She's a petite girl with long blonde hair, which I'm pretty sure is dyed.

I only know this because he roots are a lot darker than the rest of her hair and Kitty told me that this was a sure fire way to know the difference between real and "fake" hair. I don't why Kitty notices these things but then again, Kitty's always had a keen eye for detail.

Cassandra is from Nashville, Tennessee and has a great southern accent. She's studying communication and media studies. She wants to be a journalist and even just from the way she spoke, she seems like she's a great writer for how eloquent she is. Cass also has a great sarcastic sense of humor, which I can relate too. Not to mention, she's super pretty.

Overall, from the two hours I spent talking to her, I think she's going to be a pretty great roommate and maybe even a great friend. I made a mental note to tell Peter about her when I speak to him tonight.

Cass asked me a lot of questions too. I told her all about my family and our dog Jaime Fox-Pickle and about high school. I told her I was majoring in English Literature. She also knows about Peter. The whole story about Peter.

"So wait ... you're telling me you wrote five letters to all the boys you had a crush on, and one of those boys was your sister's ex-boyfriend. Then your little sister sent out your letters, which got to Peter, who you started a fake relationship with you to get back at his ex. But then you and Peter fell for each other?" she asks in awe.

I nod my head.

"You, Lara Jean Covey, are badass. I think we're going to be great friends," she says with a smile on her face.

And for the first time in five hours, Cass and I becoming friends was the only thing I was sure of.

I should have never underestimated the level of college lacrosse.

Throwing my gym bag down, I plop onto my bed. I'm exhausted and every part of my body aches. This is not how I wanted to spend a Sunday afternoon but this is college level lacrosse and if I want to prove that I deserve to be on the team then I'd have to put in the work.

I lied in bed wondering what Lara Jean was doing. Was she getting along with her new roommate? Did she stop missing me yet? I tried to wipe the thought from my mind. I'm sure Lara Jean missed me as much as I missed her.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear my cell phone ring beside me. Groaning in pain, I reach over to grab it from my nightstand and look at the screen. Just like clockwork, I think to myself as I hit the answer button.

"Hi babe," I say into the phone and even without her saying a word, I know she's blushing.

"Hello handsome. How was lacrosse practice?"

"You know the usual. Tiring, long, painful. What about you? How's the new roommate?"

"She's so cool Peter. Her name is Cassandra and she kind of reminds me of Chris. We're actually going to a freshman mixer tonight ..." she says and I quickly cut her off.

"Woah, woah, woah. Did I hear that right? You, Lara Jean Song Covey, are going to a freshman mixer tonight? Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?" I tease and I hear her giggle on the other end.

"I didn't want to go, obviously, but Cass demanded that I go. She said our friendship depended on it. I have no idea what that means but I think she just needs a wing something or another? What do you call it?" she asks and I chuckle. It was one of the things I love about her, how naïve she could be.

"You mean wing woman."

"Yeah!" she exclaims, "that's what you call it. Anyway, I figure its college and I did promise everyone that I would try to engage in the college experience. So, I thought this was the best place to start," she explains.

"Well I think it's great you're getting out there Covey. I just wish I was there with you at your first college party."

"Me too. College doesn't feel right without you." Her voice becomes sad and I do everything in my power to change it. She deserves the college experience with or without me there.

"Yeah, I know but just think about how many great stories we're going to have to talk about when we see each other next. We'll see each other before your know it. I promise," I say trying to sound as optimistic as possible.

"Yeah, you're right ..." her voices trails and I'm praying for just a few more seconds to hear her voice. My wish is granted when I hear more words leave her lips.

"Listen I should start getting ready for the mixer. I just wanted to call in case I didn't get a chance to say goodnight. So I guess this is goodnight. I love you, Peter."

"Goodnight. Send me pictures and have fun okay. I love you too."

And just like that the line goes dead. I lean my head back against my headrest. I really hope this long distance thing gets easier. Because right now, I'm suffering.

Hello fellow readers. I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce myself. My name is Samantha but you can all call me Sam. Please know that all your feedback is appreciated. This is my first time writing FanFiction in over five years, so please be kind as I'm just getting back into the swing of things. I love comments and personal messages so never hesitate to message me. I hope you've loved the first chapter and please know there is more story to come.

There may be time jumps and things in between but I really want to explore all the dynamics of Lara Jean and Peter's relationship. I'll work my way through key moments of their first year of college. Once we've reached the end of that point. I may do more time jumps into the future. I'm still mapping out the course of their story.

Thanks again everyone. Looking forward to hearing from all of you!