Until Next Time, Lara Jean

Author Note: Hello! Happy holidays from us to you! My friend and co-writer BotanyBro and I have written a special To All the Boys I've Loved Before short to celebrate the holiday season. We apologize if there are any grammar inconsistencies (especially consistency with verb tenses, an absolute headache) as we wanted to finish it as soon as possible. We're not English majors so please go easy on us for those of you who are, we tried to proofread as much as possible within the limited time we had. We also tried to write in a style that was close to Jenny's, but we hope you'll enjoy it even if you see instances of our own writing styles coming through. We hope you'll enjoy it and as a reminder, I will be hosting a Q&A on my IG page at 4 pm EST (IG: @dailylarajean) to hear your thoughts on what we wrote. Please feel free to share, comment, and give the story a heart! XOXO, SevenCaratMoon on Wattpad aka DailyLaraJean on Instagram & BotanyBro

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*This takes place about four years after high school*

"Jamie Fox-Pickle, get back here!"

It was three days before Christmas. Margot was out last minute shopping with Ravi, who was spending the holidays with us this year. Kitty, on the other hand, chased our terrier around the house, trying to get him into an elf costume. He ran from room to room, displeased.

"Kitty, he doesn't want it!" I said, scooping him up into my arms. We'd already added a bell to his collar, but that wasn't enough for Kitty. Before she could retort, the doorbell rang. Her face lit up immediately, squealing out a "Peter!" as she bounded down the stairs.

I rolled my eyes, cuddling Jamie Fox-Pickle's small shivering body against my own.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you from the elf costume," I whispered, following her down the stairs. Peter was spinning Kitty in circles, dressed in khakis and a green Christmas sweater. He had that signature smile. I felt one growing on my own face; sometimes, it was hard to believe we were dating. He spotted me and somehow, that smile got even bigger. He put Kitty down and wrapped an arm around my waist, Jamie Fox-Pickle yapping between us. He sneaked a kiss onto my cheek. I could hear Kitty's gag in the background, but couldn't bring myself to care.

"Hey, Covey, what's on the to-do list today?"

I went through the mental checklist in my head, letting Jamie Fox-Pickle back onto the ground. He scampered to his bed in the corner of the living room. "We have to decorate the fireplace, watch a Christmas movie and as always, baking. Baking experiment day!"

He smiled at that, "I love your baked goods."

"And putting Jamie Fox-Pickle into his costume!" Kitty added, a touch too late. She was awfully distracted, running after him again.

"He doesn't want it!" I repeated.

"Just because you do not have taste doesn't mean our little pickle needs to be dressed in rags," Kitty responded, before running off again. I rolled my eyes - she could be so dramatic.

Peter laughed beside me. "I think it'll be cute on him."

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"Margotwedon'thavealmondoilandIneedthecarbutit'snotinthedriveway-"

"Lara Jean, slow down," Margot chided over the phone, "I can't understand a word you're saying."

"The bûche de noël, I can't make it without almond oil and the car isn't in the driveway."

"A butt de what?" Kitty interrupted as she appeared beside me.