Lara Jean & Peter l Photograph
Lara Jean & Peter l Photograph


“You say that you’re scared of commitment and relationships… but you don’t seem to be afraid to be with me” “Well, there’s no reason to be” “Why’s that?” “Because we’re just pretending” “Right!” “Hi!” “Hi” “Of couse. Lara Jean Covey, ladies and gentlemen. Count on her to be honest. Always.” “Wait! Peter…” “Like that day in school, when she was being a complete bitch about your shoes.” “You remember that?” “I mean, those shoes weren’t just cool, I thought they were kinda hot.” “See?” “You can put your hand in my back pocket.” “Hand in your back pocket? What the hell is that?” “Sixteen Candles?” “Yeah, only if we’re still together” “We are still together! You’re just trying to pull out because you’re scared!” “When it’s real…” “What? It’s scary?” “Yeah” “You can be mad at someone and still miss them” “I bet you really miss your mom, huh?” “Everyday” “…and I really miss him” “It’s actually really nice having someone to talk to about this stuff” “‘It’s so cool how we can talk to each other about real stuff'” “Hey, I’m tired, can I use you as a pillow?” “Being with Peter was so easy!” “I guess I’m her boyfriend.” “…and sometimes, I let my self pretend that it wasn’t fake.” “You look pretty.” “You looked so pretty today!” “I guess I should change my background.” “What do I have to scared about?!” “I’m tired of being second best or… fake best…” “No, no, you do not get it “You just don’t understand the situation here” “This is over, in every possible way.” “You can’t go skiing with him because you’re starting to have real feelings.” “You can’t” “Give me this.” “What? No!” “You can’t lose it, okay? That’s my favorite scrunchie.” “Peter gave this to me.” “Deal.” “I could… I could write you notes everyday.” “You’d do that? “Sure.” “Why?” “Why is that scary?” “Cause the more people that you let into your life…” “Peter, go home!” “the more that can just walk right out.” “You’re gonna do something about this?” “Hey, everyone, listen up!” “Nothing happend in the hot tub.” “You were never second best.” “Hey!” “Hi.” “Hi.” “There’s no one like you, Covey.” “What’s that in your hand?” “Nothing.” “Oh, it’s nothing?” “You gonna break my heart, Covey?”

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