KENNY KEPT TEXTING ME ALL NIGHT, my phone was going off like a carnival of lights.
"Are you going to get that?" Kitty emerged from the door, her hair in a bun and a face mask glowed in her face.
"Is that my mask?" I ask, evading the topic, one in which I rather not talk about.
"Yeah, they're good, helping me keep flawless. Is good that they work on me, unlike someone else."
"KITTY!" She laughed and left the room gloating around. Was I really looking old?
My phone blasted, and Peter's face appeared in my screen.
"Hey Lara Jean, we need to talk." His voice was low, and dry. "It's really important."
My heart beats like crazy, a drum offbeat and back into rhythm. Something is wrong.
"Okay, what is it?"
"No, it has to be face to face." He hangs up before I can answer. And now I'm uneasy, stress taking hold of my muscles, and my head running with theories. I might be doomed.
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Letters to the boy I've only Loved.
FanfictionLara Jean's in college now and she and Peter are trying their best to do the "long distance " relationship. Is it going to work?
