(groaning)

Hey, y'all ready?

Oh, hell yes.

(romantic guitar music)

The forbidden kiss.

We knew that it was wrong.

It was fated that we should meet like this.

(engine growling)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(brakes squealing) (gasping)

Who is that?

That was Peter Kavinsky.

The second non recipient of one of my love letters.

Hey, Covey.

I'm just so tired of writing love letters.

Whoa whoa, whoa whoa!

It would be nice to be the one receiving them.

What if we let people think

that we were actually together?

Look, you don't have to give me an answer now.

Just think about it, okay?

Don't hold your breath.

Peter Kavinsky, I'm not trying to date you.

Okay, your mouth is saying something,

but then your mouth said something completely different.

Hey!

Damn, Covey, you're a player.

Stop that!

Two more laps for you, Covey.

I'm sorry for the whole jumping you thing.

It could've been worse.

Hey, Kavinsky!

Let's do this.

Being with Peter was so easy that sometimes

I let myself pretend it wasn't fake.

I could write you notes everyday.

You'd do that?

This is for you.

Sure.

Peter Kavinsky, what are you doing here?

What, did you not read my note?

I'm taking you out to Greg's party.

(laughs) I'm not going to that.

[Peter] Uh, yeah.

How exactly do you know my sister again?

(scoffs) Well, I guess I'm her boyfriend.

(bell ringing)

How do you tell your fake boyfriend you can't go skiing

with him because you're starting to have real feelings?

You can't.

So love and dating, I love to read about it

and it's fun to write about and to think about in my head,

but when it's real,

yeah, it's hard, huh.

You say that you're scared of commitment

and relationships but you don't seem

to be afraid to be with me.

There's no one like you, Covey.

(water splashing)

It's actually really nice having someone

to talk to about this stuff.

You're a good listener.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Why, thank you.

You are too.

(shouting)

I'm in love with you, Lara Jean.

I need you to know that I like you, Peter Kavinsky.

And not in a fake way.

You gonna break my heart, Covey?

I'd always fantasized about

falling in love in a field,

but I just never thought

it'd be the kind where you played lacrosse.