15 ans et demi Page #4

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Yeah, the thing...

Gaspard.

How are you?

Fine. You?

Yeah, I'm okay.

- What?

- Listen, we shouldn't have made out.

We're old friends.

We shouldn't spoil it.

You're not mad?

Don't talk crazy.

It was a drunken party.

It's not like it was magical.

I've got loads to do.

- Later.

- See you.

- We still on for Black Sperm?

- Absolutely.

Bye.

Now, an exercise

to see if we all get it.

Thank you, Sylvie.

Were you into the bash?

Denis?

No?

Yes.

Very good.

He'd trade his iPod mini

for a Shuffle.

Philippe?

For reals?

Sir, that's wrong

I know, it's 'not'.

Brown-noser.

Either work in this case.

Trick question.

You're into her?

You're into her into her,

or you'rejust into her?

I'm totally into her.

Since forever.

That's major!

She's fixating on Vincent,

you know.

He's not for her.

Maybe, but he's dumped Karine.

Seriously?

Goddamn bastarding scumbag...

filthy son of a b*tch!

Better noW?

Eg's a romantic.

You need to do something...

show up

with millions of roses...

and make a speech,

like Hugh Grant.

Movie speeches are crap.

They're what we dream of.

You have to sweep us girls

off our feet, or we blank you.

Except Vincent.

Have you seen how cute he is?

Thanks a bunch.

Eglantine?

You bastard!

Hands off my daught!

Let go

! lt's just an exercise!

Get off me!

His ass is mine!

Son of a b*tch!

It's a simulation.

I don't know what came over me.

No harm done.

It has to come out.

We've pinpointed

Philippe's issue.

Dad, can I have

my room back now?

Seen Shirley's latest post?

It's about a three-way

with Teacher and a girl.

- Seriously?

- What freeway?

- I dreamed it was you.

- That's sweet, Achille.

If it's Slutty Karine, I'll die!

Who else?

Your ears burning?

- Why 'Slutty Karine'?

- Talking about me?

You're Shirley.

That blogger cow giving

the whole school a hard-on...

- and hiding her face?

- She has a breast tattoo.

Slutty much!

You lose!

With a face like mine.

You'll never get a change of scene.

This you'll have to face.

You can never drain the sea.

'Put down that old suitcase.'

'Together, we'll break the chain.'

'Together for a better tomorrow.'

'Together making

light of our pain.'

'Seizing mornings

without sorrow.'

'The wind is chill and I am ill.'

'The water frigid...

has struck me rigid'.

Thank you, Phillipe.

- What does it mean?

- The death of songwriting.

Interpreting pain

as an evaluation of reality.

You've got it in one, Denis.

The question Gwenal puts

forward so poetically is:

'Who am I? '

It's a reflection on a teen's role

in society and family.

That's all.

That's encouraging.

Straight up,

if my old man crashes my crib...

I'll gojiggy

I'll get Jet Li on his ass.

You can't diss peeps like that.

As we all know,

pot shows in urine.

But also... in the gaze.

There are three categories of geeks,

same as in the underground.

Differing jargon

impedes communication.

See?

Her goofy gaze?

No?

There is one

sure-fire technique.

Still fixating on Vincent?

And world peace,

but a bit less.

- And Gaspard?

- What?

You haven't said how it was.

It was okay.

A bad kisser?

He actually kisses really well.

It's true. I was surprised,

it was killer.

But we've known each other

since grade school.

He's just a good friend.

It takes half an hour

to dress for a 'good friend'?

'I THNKURGR8.'

I don't believe it!

What is it?

Look.

Vincent?

It's from my dad.

Again? I don't believe it.

Mixer's broken again.

I have the results.

We'll never make it.

There's lots still to do.

Barring a miracle,

you'll need more time.

Why 'you'?

I'm leaving soon.

You can't leave!

Listen, Guy, I always said

I'd only stay three months.

I've got teams waiting for me

back there.

My life is there.

Why are you here?

I came to see your newjob.

Barbara.

That'll do, Barbara.

I didn't make this stuff.

I have to apologize

I've behaved badly.

Peace offering.

- What is it?

- Open it.

For my belly button?

You like it?

It's really pretty.

Uncle's workshops really help.

What do you mean?

The place you go

when you're 'at the movies'.

Charlotte told me.

Yes! Workshop.

I hear you're a good student.

But you gossip in Texting.

I think it's great, Dad.

Really.

You wanted to ask a question?

- Yes... but it's not really...

- Go on.

Why did you leave?

It was an opportunity

I couldn't miss.

There was more funding...

What I mean is...

was it because

of me and Mom?

Not at all.

It's just we hadn't planned

your mother would get pregnant.

I'm an accident.

A happy accident.

When I heard you were coming

I was packing.

I was about to leave.

At the time...

a child was a bit abstract.

I thought you

could visit often...

but it didn't work out...

the way I had thought.

I regret that.

Why did you break up?

It's complicated.

Don't say I'll understand

when I'm older.

No, it's just that.

We weren't

meant to be together.

How can you tell if you are?

Kant says it's when

the other's joy takes precedence.

Meaning exactly?

Their happiness comes first.

Ever been in love?

I don't know.

I do know I'm starting to understand

what it means to love someone.

Barbara?

What are you talking about?

She seems to like you.

Nonsense.

Listen. She shines like

a lighthouse when she sees you.

Are you sure?

Girls pick up those signals.

Go for it.

She seems cool.

Oh, dear!

Could you shake this, please?

What is it?

Asolution that,

if it were blue...

would make

bald women rejoice.

Eglantine, I don't believe it!

Clumsiness

must be hereditary.

It's blue.

You increased my workload.

- HoW?

- By a happy accident.

Grab me a beer?

From the fridge.

'From the fridge... '

May I ask you

why the hell you're always here?

Keep getting

our doors mixed up?

It's my kids.

What is with them?

They're always

spoiling my fun.

They think they can boss me.

I'm a grown-up.

I can do what I want, right?

I see why you

and my daughter get along.

What now?

Why the get-up?

You gave it to me!

Not for you to wear...

You look gorgeous.

- Going out?

- To a concert!

What concert?

Pee-pee poo-poo.

You're losing it?

- Should I wait?

- No, Gaspard will take me home.

All right, then.

You scalping?

- What?

- Are you scalping?

No, I'm sorry.

Sh*t, this sucks.

Vincent? Why are you here?

Sneaky bastard.

- You found a ticket?

- Gaspard gave me his.

Really?

- What for?

- I don't know.

'Your good night out

must be starting about now Enjoy.'

Nice piercing.

You look pretty.

This is so lame!

- Hold on a sec!

- What's wrong?

- I think I'm stuck on you.

- Already? Sweet!

I mean my piercing.

What?

Easy. You'll rip my sweater.

I'm afraid

you'll rip my stomach.

What're you doing in there?

Are you listening?

I gotta make a call!

That booth's free.

Are we going in, or...

Isn't that your dad?

- I'm expecting a call.

- Yeah, right.

It must be serious.

Sorry, I have to go.

Take it easy. In you go.

Aman in a hurry.

- Oh, my God!

- What?

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