Our First Year: To All The Boys I've Loved Before(Book 4)

Chapter One

A/N: If you haven't already I suggest you read Jenny Han's book series To All The Boys  I've Loved Before.

Two years after Book 3....

-Lara Jean's POV-
It was Saturday, mid-morning, November mornings are so beautiful with the leaves changing. I was in my small apartment packing. I wasn't packing for a trip, I was packing because last Thursday evening, Peter and I got married. Peter and I had been in-love since high school. We were both so happy. Finally, together. No more goodbyes, no more driving down on the weekends to visit each other in college. Together. Maybe being always together with your spouse causes problems(that's what I've been told), but for us it's what we want. We've been apart for so long, it feels right to be packing. Moving in to a small house, with Peter. It was a busy morning, Margot and Ravi had flown in from London for the wedding. Margot was packing up my kitchen, of course who else could pack and un-pack a kitchen? Peter was helping me earlier, but he left about an hour ago to his mom's store to get some of our furniture. I think Peter's mom likes me better now, she realized that Peter and I love each other and no matter what she said or did, we would find a way to be together. Daddy and Trina are at Kitty's college meeting. Kitty is 17, she wants to attend UVA, hopefully she'll have better luck than I did getting accepted. Peter and I are technically still in college, but unfortunately Peter hurt his wrist a year ago(last season) and he claims he can't play lacrosse anymore. He told me he was thinking about quitting lacrosse, and college. I told him that's crazy! It was just a sprained wrist. He insisted to quit lacrosse even though quitting college was out-of-the question. Now he attends UVA(online). It may not be the best decision, getting married and all so young. But I feel like it was the right choice for us.

"LJ?" Margot calls from the kitchen.
"Yes?" I say as I get up and put down my senior prom picture.
"How did you want to wrap the glass? I wasn't sure if you wanted to take these with you." She asks. "I was going to take them to GoodWill later today. Did you see the really pretty vintage plates Mrs. K got me and Peter?" I say as I help put the plates in a GoodWill box. Mrs. K gave us almost everything for our new house. Our house is small, but it's so cozy. I love it! We finish packing up the apartment later that evening.
The apartment was totally empty. Margot and I left out some blankets and pillows. We sat on the floor, snuggled up.
"Sooo," She want facts, details about Thursday night. I can already tell.
"Yess?" I play along, sipping my hot cocoa.
"Tell me! Was it you first night, together?" She asks grinning from ear to ear. It's kind of weird talking about sex with your sister. I mean, I do remember when I asked her personal sex questions. "Yes, it was our first time together." I admit. "It was!?"
"Why are you so surprised?" I ask her, this conversation is getting weirder by the minute. "I'm not, I guess. Look, I gotta go. See you later. Goodnight." She gets up to leave laughing. I laugh at that too.