A/N: general disclaimer and the rest, you know who owns these characters, its not me. So I've actually never read the book, I got back from the bar last night a little drunk and put this on Netflix and it made me feel the feels. So here I am with this now, so for this fic is really movie-verse until I get around to reading the actual book. Let me know what you think!
Prologue
Today was going to be a bad day. Some things you knew the moment you wake up - something had told her this, but she couldn't put her finger on what exactly. But the tone at which Kitty called "Oh Lara Jeannn, someone's here for you!" from downstairs, she knew it was going to be bad. What she didn't know was that it would be worse than bad, much worse than just bad.
Lara Jean hopped up from bed and dressed. All in all it was probably Peter, it was Sunday after all, maybe his practice had gotten cancelled. It had only been a few weeks since she took Josh up on his advice and went to see Peter after his practice. The day they became officially "real" had been one of the happiest and most terrifying of her life. The thought of spending a whole Sunday with him made her toes tingle and ears feel hot. She looked out the window only for a beautiful day to greet her. She frowned, probably not Peter then she thought.
She creeped down the stairs with amounting suspicions. She definitely had more friends, or at least was friendlier with more people, than she had been in the past. Yet there really were only a few people that actually visited her at home - Chris, Josh, and of course Peter.
Due to this, she creeped down the stairs, at the perfect angle she could see the doorway without being seen herself. She didn't have to see much. From this angle all the could make out was a set of legs and hands, the angle blocked the mystery person's upper half but she had seen enough, for in those hands held a light blue envelope she'd recognize anywhere.
Heart pounding, giving barely any thought she ran back up the stairs into her room, pushed open the window, and in classic Lara Jean panic stepped out on to the roof. She had learned from unfortunate past mistakes that rolling off the side hurts and makes too much noise. Knowing this now, she scuttled down the trellis to the side as silently as she could and once down made a beeline for her bike and without further ado biked her heart out to the diner.
Unfortunately and unbeknownst to her, Josh had witnessed the entire ordeal from his spot mowing the lawn. He had only known her to climb out of a window on one occasion and now knew who the stranger who he'd seen stroll up to her house could only be one person. 'Oh Lara Jean, here we go again.' He thought with a wry smile.
