Hello again! This is later that I planned but I've been writing ahead as much as possible, getting a decent pace up so I can update at least once a week, hopefully more. Thank you all for the loving welcome back and the excitement for this story. Many of you know the original, and while I can't touch the awesomeness that is that story, I hope to do it a little justice here. Loved the guesses for who she was writing to, and you'll get that answer here. Those that know the story, know I plan to stay mostly true to it, while adding bits and pieces (and eventually earning the M rating when it makes sense). We will have fun, I think. Answers to the big question lie below! See you soon with more :) Also, Happy Footballing! :) It's baaaaack and so am I! Good times!

To All the Boys I've Loved Chapter 1

"Bella! Dinner!"

I sighed and slid the letter into the envelope, addressing it even though I would never send it. My mom always told me to express my feelings, and while I thought that was good, healthy advice, I wasn't about to express them to his face. No way, no how. He could never know.

I got the beautiful blue satin box Mom had given me about five years ago, just before she died. She'd told me to put my treasures within… What better treasure was there than true love?

I picked up the other four letters that lay within. Tyler Crowley, from Camp Tikihama in sixth grade. Jasper Whitlock, model UN. Eric Yorkie, the Sadie Hawkins dance. And Edward Cullen, my first kiss in seventh grade. The other boys I'd loved before.

"Bella!"

Shit. I looked up at my sister standing in the doorway, her perfectly shaped eyebrow arched as she tapped her foot.

"Oops. Sorry, Rose."

I quickly slapped my letter to Emmett on top of the pile, shutting my box and sliding it under my bed before she could see it. Nobody, especially Rose, could know about it.

"Your room is a complete and utter disgrace." Her blue eyes assessed what was, yes, my rather messy room, but what could I say? I had better things to do than clean.

"I'll clean it soon, Mom," I told her, making her sigh as she plopped down on the edge of my bed.

"You know I'm not going to be here to get after you, Bella. You're going to have to try to be responsible for once. Get your head out of the clouds and join the rest of us mere mortals on earth."

"I like being in the clouds." I rested my head on Rose's shoulder, relaxing as she combed her fingers through my hair. "And I don't want you to go."

"I know, but I have to." She hugged me. "And you have to step up to help Dad out."

I nodded. I knew that.

"That means cooking, which I know you know how to do because I taught you."

"I can do that."

"You better, because you know Dad will just bring home diner food or order pizza every night, which isn't good for you and certainly isn't good for Ali."

I lifted my head, and Rose wiped away the tears that I hadn't realized I'd been crying. I really, really didn't want her to go.

"You'll be seventeen in a couple of weeks. You're going to have to get over your fear of driving, unless you want to get dropped off in the cruiser every day."

Double crap. She knew I was terrified behind the wheel. I was pretty sure I'd only passed my driving test because my dad was the police chief. Which was worse? The rusted old truck Rose had lovingly restored or the cruiser? Damn it.

"Okay, I'll drive."

My sister's beautiful face lit in a grin, and she tweaked my nose. "Good. And you'll clean this room after dinner. I've got a bunch of boxes ready to go to Goodwill, things I can't take with me to Oxford. You get some things together, too."

"I will."

"Good." Rose stood and started to walk away from me.

"Rose."

"Yeah?"

"Why did you break up with Emmett?" I had to know.

She shook her head, and her face looked impossibly sad. "I'm going away to college, and I don't want him to spend his senior year waiting for me. I won't be home for dances. Just coming home for Christmas is going to be a stretch for us financially. He deserves a chance to enjoy the rest of high school. And I need to see what's out there besides this place."

"I think here's pretty awesome. And so is Emmett." It was as close as I could get to saying how I felt about him.

Her face softened, and she nodded. "He is. And I love him enough to let him go. Maybe someday…" She broke off and shook her head. "Promise me you'll look after him, Bella. He'll need his best friend to help him get through this."

It took everything I had not to laugh at the idea of her asking me to watch out for Emmett. If she only knew. But she didn't. Neither of them did.

"I will." I always had.

She pulled me off the bed and threw her arms around me. "Thanks, Bella. The only reason I can leave you guys and Emmett is because I know you're going to step up and take my place."

Take her place? Surely she didn't mean…

"Which means that you're going to help Alice with her homework, make sure Dad eats a vegetable at least four times a week, and just encourage Emmett to go out and have fun." She sighed as she held me. "Even if he starts to date someone, be supportive of him, okay? It's what I want for him."

Okay, so she definitely didn't mean me. That made sense. Emmett didn't see me like that anyway. I may as well have been his sister along with hers. But I couldn't say he'd thrown me aside for her. No, they'd both been great about including me, taking me along on their movie dates and bowling and stuff. They were both awesome, and I was a bitch for feeling like I did.

"Come on. Let's go eat, and then I'll help you clean your room, one last time."

"You make it sound like you're leaving forever." I didn't like that, not one bit.

"Nope, that's not happening. I'll be back at Christmas, I promise. And we'll Skype at last twice a week, okay?" She brushed her hand through my hair. "I want to hear everything about your junior year. It's going to be amazing for you. I just know it. Now, let's go eat."

I wish I had a tenth of her confidence in that fact, but why should this year be any different than the rest?

A/N Something tells me this year is going to be very different for Bella :) Most of you guessed right! And Edward was her first kiss which means he's...Peter :) As it had to be! We'll be meeting him next chapter. Chapters will get longer as we go! Letters won't, because Lara Jean seemed to keep them short and sweet. And we will see all the letters. I've written four and they make me giggle. I'll share more soon! Have a good rest of the holiday weekend if you've got one!