The Kissing Booth 3

Well, after graduation,

Noah, Lee, Rachel and I decided to take one week and go on a road trip,

just the four of us.

And while I was busy putting off the inevitable decision

between the two colleges where I got accepted...

So, what about you?

I-- I got wait-listed.

Both Berkeley and Harvard.

I was fully focused on making sure we all had as much fun as possible.

- And that's exactly what we did.

Let me run you through the highlights.

On our way up to Northern California, we camped in the woods.

Hey! Went fishing on a lake.

Fed some wildlife, caught some waves at Big Sur.

Watched Noah becoming friends with Rachel.

Watched Lee watch Noah becoming friends with Rachel.

Watched a shooting star with someone special.

Oh, my God!

Saw the fish at the aquarium in Monterey.

Saw a sunset with colors I had never seen before.

And got a reminder about rule number 19.

Decided to think about it later.

- Drove to San Francisco. -

Went to Fisherman's Wharf.

- Ate clam chowder out of a bread bowl. -

Watched the sea lions on Pier 39. -

Watched our naughty video from chemistry lab.

Destroyed our naughty video from chemistry lab.

- Rode tandem bikes in Golden Gate Park. -

Rode a speedboat in the bay.

- Caught a movie. -

- Caught a concert. -

Even caught a baseball in a kayak outside Oracle Park...

Whoa, whoa!

It's coming! - I got it!

- Whoa. Whoa!

- - Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

But the absolute best was watching the Bay Lights

with my favorite two guys in the world.

But when you decide to escape reality,

you know that eventually you're gonna have to come back to it.

So, when we got back home,

I got a job so I could make some money for college,

whichever one I wind up going to.

Oh, hey, guys...

But as hard as that was for me to decide,

a few days later, things got even more complicated

when Noah asked a very unexpected question...

Mmm!

So, anyway, I was thinking, uh...

when you get off the wait-list for Harvard, maybe you and I

could go off-campus and get an apartment together.

Wait. You mean, like... like, get our own place?

Yeah, look.

I've been online all day. There's some pretty cool places.

What?

- You wanna live with me? - No.

Yes, of course I wanna live with you. I wanna do everything with you.

- Really? - Yes, really.

- How long do we have till Lee gets back? - I don't know.

Geronimo!

- No, no, no, no, no, no! Oh, shit!

- Hey, guys. Look what I got. - Ooh!

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Oh, boy.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, fine.

- Um, in fact... - Hmm.

- Yes, I would like that very much. - Yeah, I thought you might.

- See you. - Where are you two going?

Hmm. Noah wants to read me poetry and tell me all about his feelings.

- Really? Is that what you wanna go with? -

- Smooth move!

Oh, I wanted to show this to you.

What is it?

I have painstakingly coordinated my Berkeley schedule

with your Rhode Island School of Design schedule.

Aww. - First up, we've got Labor Day.

I know it's early in the semester, but it's a long weekend,

and I'm pretty damn sure I'm gonna be having my Rachel withdrawals.

That could work.

Of course it'll work. We'll make it work.

Okay.

This place is so nice. Thank you for bringing us here.

Well, we wanted to finally take you somewhere special

to help celebrate your graduation.

So, any big plans for the summer?

Well, actually, now that you mention it,

we were all talking about heading over to the beach house this weekend,

if that's cool.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine. Um, we just have some news for you.

We are planning to sell the beach house.

What?!

It doesn't make sense to hold on to it anymore.

Now that you kids are going off to college.

You know, the upkeep on the place is hardly worth it

since we're not even gonna be there.

Truth is the whole area is being redeveloped.

You know what you sound like, Mom? You sound like a realtor.

That's because I am a realtor.

Wait, so where are we gonna watch the fireworks on the Fourth of July?

No, I'm sorry. I'm putting my foot down. You guys are not selling.

I gotta go with Lee on this one.

This house has been in our family for, like, 80 years.

You can't just get rid of it like that.

Is this a vote? Because I vote "no."

I'm sorry, guys.

It's been decided.

- -

I'll be right back.

- Hello? -

Miss Evans, this is Don Washington from UC Berkeley's admissions.

I'm following up on your decision regarding Berkeley.

Uh, yes. Hi.

Um, is there any way I could just get another small extension?

I'm very sorry, Miss Evans,

but we need your decision by end of business day tomorrow.

I knew that I couldn't hide from it any longer.

Uh, okay. I understand.

- Thank you. All right.

The next day, I had to pick a school

and make one of my two favorite people very unhappy.

I'ma hit you with a "draw four," "draw two." Uno, Uno out.

Oh, no! - What? Gosh!

Let's go.

- Did he cheat? Unh-unh.

- - Aww. I miss this.

I feel like I barely see you guys anymore.

Yeah, I know.

- They're keeping you busy at work. - Very busy.

But don't worry, I'm still good to babysit tomorrow.

Do you think you're gonna be working a lot of weekends with this new job?

Uh, yeah, looks that way.

Uh, but I'm not working tomorrow night.

I got a date.

A date?

- Really? - Yeah.

Um, how many dates have you been on with this mystery person?

A few. Her name is Linda.

Interesting.

Well, obviously, we,

Brad, are gonna have to give you a curfew, young man.

- Okay. Understood, ma'am. -

The next day, we all drove down to the beach house

to do something I never thought I'd have to do.

Help the Flynns get ready to sell it.

["WELCOME HOME, SON" BY RADICAL FACE PLAYING]

I had spent literally every summer of my childhood

hanging out here with Lee and Noah.

And the idea this would be our last summer here together

was just hitting me.

I was really gonna miss this old place

in ways I hadn't even realized yet.

- Oh.

Oh.

- I'm so sorry. - No, no, no, don't worry about it.

It's always been like that.

- Oh. - Oh, man.

This is funny. Elle and I, we used to pretend this was a diamond.

- - And we would, like, pretend to steal it.

It was like this big jewel heist.

Look how young we all were.

What's weird is it doesn't feel like all that long ago to me.

You should keep that one. Mom would like that.

Maybe I will.

Hey, we were thinking about ordering a pizza.

- Does that sound good? - Yes, absolutely.

In the meantime, could you get started packing up the rumpus room?

- - Oh, ho-ho-ho.

- Yes. - Yeah, all right.

Come on.

- Whoa! -

Okey dokey. Here's what we should do.

We need to make one pile for the stuff we wanna keep

and then another pile for things we wanna put in bags and donate.

I wanna keep that one. Yep.

- -

Yep.

That is your hand.

- Nope. Yep.

- -

- Oh, you cheater! - Oh!

- -

Well, that was productive. -

Wait. Oh, my God! I just remembered something.

- Oh, my God. It's still here! - Our Mario Kart lunch box!

What?! Oh, my...

No!

Wait. Is that what I think it is?

- It's our beach bucket list! - What?

Oh, my God!

A long time ago,

Lee and I put together a list of all the crazy things we wanted to do together

before going to college.