'The Roommate': The Next Generation of Stars Page #2

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the right way.

And I promise I won't abandon you.

- Sounds good. Deal.

- Good.

These are the modern pieces.

They're a little wilder

than the older stuff.

This is nice.

It's Jason again.

Come on,

I wanna show you something.

This is my favorite.

I love how he captures her personality

through her eyes.

It's like she really wants to help you.

It's amazing. I love it.

I'm so glad you liked it.

- It's not everyone's taste, you know?

- Yeah.

That's cool.

What, you don't have graffiti

in Des Moines?

Well, yeah. "Lana loves Kevin,"

"Stacy loves Robert."

But nothing like that.

Smile.

Come on, both of us.

Oh, now that is one art form

I don't get.

Needles in skin. No, thank you.

I have a tattoo.

- No, you don't.

- Yeah, I do.

It's my older sister.

She died when I was 9.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. This keeps her with me.

I always wanted a sister.

Come on.

Guess who I'm adding

as my new favorite artist.

Who?

Richard Prince.

The Devil Wears Prada

is your favorite movie?

Yeah, why?

Nothing. It's just not a classic is all.

I know that.

But it is about a small-town girl

making it in the fashion world.

- Like you.

- Yeah.

Hey there.

Look at you.

Hi, kitty.

Hi.

No collar, baby?

I thought you'd like it.

Sara?

I know, I know, I know.

I probably broke

about 40 different dorm rules...

...and I should just take it to a shelter,

but I just can't.

What should we name her?

- Really?

- It'll be our secret.

Well, I kind of already named her.

Cuddles.

Cuddles.

Sweetie.

Is that my necklace?

Sorry.

I was just trying it on.

It was my sister's.

You can borrow anything of mine

except for this.

It's the only thing I kept of hers.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. You didn't know.

Were you close to her?

Yeah.

You're the first roommate

I've had since she died...

...so it's a little odd.

In a good way or a bad way?

A good way.

Here you go.

Jake, do you mind?

- You wanted a mocha smoothie, right?

- Yeah.

Sh*t.

Now, there appears to be

a pattern forming here.

Just because I kissed you

doesn't mean I'll let you cut in line.

Then what does it mean?

Okay, so tonight,

the men of Tau Sigma Kappa...

...will be reviving a sacred tradition.

A frat party? I don't know.

Thank God. You're going to be

my excuse not to go.

- Am I gonna get my mocha?

- Yes.

Can you get him a mocha, please?

Thank you.

- Yeah. First day.

- All right.

- So I will see you tonight. Okay.

- Yes, you will. All right.

- Okay, bye. Bye.

- Bye.

Hey.

So Tau Sigma Kappa tonight?

- Kim and I are going.

- Why, so you can ditch me again?

Sara, the guy had a Porsche

and a hot tub.

That's your apology?

Listen, I-- Okay.

What I meant to say is I'm sorry.

I totally screwed up.

Forgive me? Please?

I forgive you.

Thank you.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- You look nice.

- Thank you.

Richard Prince is having

a showing tonight.

I bought two tickets,

since he's your favorite artist.

I-- I actually have a date.

Okay.

- I can reschedule.

- You don't have to.

I want to. Under one condition.

It's cute. Who's the designer?

Who cares?

What are you, a label whore?

I'm just curious.

I got it at a flea market for 20 bucks.

It's vintage.

One more thing.

Perfect.

I am jumping in the shower

and then we'll go.

Sh*t.

Rebecca.

- I gotta go that way.

- Okay.

- I'll see you later. Have a good day.

- Bye.

Hey, Sara.

Listen, something is up

with your roommate.

What do you mean?

She was outside my room

this morning.

Doing what?

Waiting for me.

I opened my door and there she was,

sitting there staring like some psycho.

Why would she do that?

You ask her.

I'm staying away from her.

Okay. I gotta go.

Contrary to popular opinion...

...beauty is not

in the eye of the beholder.

It's in the hands of the designer.

Now, tell me, looking at

these two options, which one's best?

Is there a right or wrong in fashion?

Who can tell me the difference

between fashion and style?

Miss Matthews?

Fashions fade, but style is eternal.

Yves Saint Laurent. Exactly.

All the money in the world

can't buy you style.

But it can buy you a good stylist.

Touch.

Hi.

Hi. Thank you.

How'd you know what time

my class got out?

I'm your roommate.

Tracy said something about

you scared her.

- What?

- Yeah.

No. It's more like she scared me.

She was racing to the bathroom

like she was gonna hurl.

She practically knocked me over.

Well, the girl does love to party.

Anyway, I wouldn't worry about it.

I gotta go meet Irene.

Thanks again for the coffee.

- Sara!

- Hey.

- Irene!

- Finally!

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Sit, sit, sit.

- Okay.

I so wanna be you when I grow up.

- Hell, I wanna be me when I grow up.

- Irene. Ready?

Two seconds. Your dad keeps leaving

me messages. Like, four this week.

I hope you told him I'm closing

the library every night.

I told him I haven't seen you.

For all I know, you could be a crack ho.

- Perfect.

- All right, you're done.

- Thank you for coming.

- Of course. I wouldn't miss it.

I haven't seen you around much.

Since you blew me off

for dinner and all.

- I'm sorry.

- Yeah.

Actually, I was thinking

maybe dinner tonight?

I'm studying, so....

- Oh, I see.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Page 3.

- It's very dense.

Right.

All right. All right. Let's go.

- Okay.

- Let's go quick...

...before I change my mind.

Goddamn it.

Hey! How about

turning on the light?

Hello?

I know it's you.

B*tch.

Freak.

You wanna know what I think?

I think you're a trashy,

little party-going whore.

And you are a bad influence on her.

You tell anyone about this

and I will kill you.

Okay.

Okay.

Nice belly ring.

Hey, it's Sara. Leave a message.

Well, thank you

for helping me not study.

Oh, any time.

Yeah?

Where were you?

Hi.

I kept on calling and calling.

- Rebecca, this is Stephen.

- I'm going to bed now.

I'm glad you're okay.

- You got a curfew?

- No.

I guess she's right.

I should have called.

Okay.

Good night.

- I'll see you later.

- Sara.

Last night,

I was just worried about you.

You don't need to worry about me.

I can take care of myself. Okay?

- We're good, right?

- Yeah, we're good.

- I'm already her best friend?

- It's kind of sad.

Stop it.

Maybe she really likes you.

- You know what I mean?

- No, I don't.

- No?

- No.

- I think you do.

- You are a moron.

Thank you.

Stephen.

Tracy. Tracy.

Hey.

- Hey.

- I heard you changed dorms.

Yeah. Conrad Hall,

it seemed like a better vibe, so....

- We should get together. Grab a bite.

- Sara.

Hi.

Tracy.

What was that all about?

I don't know. She just walked off.

Well, she's always been a flake.

- It's not a great view.

- No, it's not. It's all right.

It's all right. Yeah.

It's about a six out of 10.

- I give it a four.

- A four?

That's quite critical of a view.

- So?

- So?

Should we--? Should we go home?

- Yes, we should.

- Yeah.

But the question is:

My place or yours?

- Okay.

- Yes, and I'll make you a bet.

- Okay.

- Okay.

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