Alex & Emma Page #5

and drinking booze and yakking."

I thought that...

"Adam liked Polina,

but he also knew she was kind of weird.

"Even though he thought it was love,

it really was that he was hot for her."

- Well, Alex, it's true.

- No, it's not!

He's madly in love with her

the minute he sees her!

Where's what I wrote?

I was getting on the bus.

There was rain...

and a huge puddle.

And my feet just tripped.

And it just spilled. And I'm sorry.

And I tried.

- I tried to fix it!

- It's not your fault.

Yeah, it is.

I'll fix it. I've lost pages before.

- It'll be okay.

- It will?

Yeah, it will be fine.

How many pages got wrecked?

Eighteen.

Time to get up.

As Polina mourned

for her beloved grandmother...

and tended to family matters...

Adam struggled to keep

his feelings for Polina in check.

Adam's friendship with Elsa

continued to grow.

Unaware of the deeper feelings

she held for him...

he regaled her with stories

of the exciting life he'd share with Polina.

Adam's passions

continued to rage out of control.

With his beloved Red Sox

well out of contention...

for the American League pennant...

baseball no longer provided

a viable diversion.

Shaw was not to be underestimated.

Despite the insubstantial mustache...

he'd proven himself to be a formidable foe.

Adam knew that all too well.

He had to make his move. But when?

- Can I?

- Sure. Go ahead.

I'm formulating.

I don't like tomato skins.

Who are you?

What?

We've been in this room

for over three weeks.

Besides the fact that you have an opinion

for everything I do...

and an odd way of eating pizza,

I don't know anything about you.

Where are you from?

What have you been doing with your life?

Do you have friends?

A boyfriend? Parents?

- It's my personal life, Alex.

- I know.

And if you don't feel like sharing,

I completely understand.

I live in Jamaica Plain.

Both my parents are dead.

My mother died six years ago.

My father left when we were very young.

I heard he drank himself to death.

Like I said, if you don't feel like sharing...

Did you mention

whether or not you have a boyfriend?

I didn't.

- Do you think you will mention it?

- Maybe.

Do you think you'll mention it now?

I do have a boyfriend.

And I met him last year...

at a hockey game.

Is it serious

or is it just one of those hockey romances?

We're planning on getting married

next June.

I think I'm about done formulating.

Where was I?

Adam was deciding

when to make his move.

Adam could wait no longer.

He felt like a kid who had finished

counting in hide-and-go-seek.

It was now, "Ready or not, here I come."

Yet still, his overture must not appear

insensitive or indelicate.

- Wait a minute. What are they doing?

- What does it look like they're doing?

- Just like that?

- Why not?

- Her grandmother just died.

- Exactly.

She's looking for comfort.

I thought you said

Adam was going to be sensitive to her.

You're right. I did.

I am so sorry that your grandmother died.

It just isn't right like this.

- Are you nuts? It's fabulous like this.

- No, it's not.

- Yes, it is.

- No, it's not.

Look, I'm the writer, okay?

And I'm saying it is.

And I'm the reader, okay?

And I'm saying this is really bothering me.

I'm trying very hard to like Adam,

and you're making it extremely difficult.

You know what?

This isn't about Adam.

You've had it in for Polina

since the beginning.

- Please!

- You have.

I do not have it in for a fictional character.

She's flighty. She's flirty.

She's a flawed character.

Of course! The three fluhs:

Flighty, flirty and flawed.

Yes. And clearly,

if he's chasing after someone like her...

- he's sitting on some pretty major issues.

- Really?

She's the hottest girl on the island

by a factor of 10!

So maybe he's not the one

with the issues.

What is that supposed to mean?

He's not the one who values propriety

over passion.

- Are you saying I don't believe in passion?

- No.

I'm sure you do,

just so long as the laundry is done first.

Adam and Polina

tumbled passionately into bed.

Boy! Now you're talking!

This is a great island!

What?

I'm exhausted.

I bet you are.

Okay, so now what?

What do you mean?

Grandmother is dead.

Everything's worked out for our lovebirds.

Polina has her money. Adam has Polina.

Shaw goes away.

Now what happens?

I have to vomit.

You have no place to go from here,

do you?

You've written yourself into a corner.

You're supposed to put your head

over the toilet.

I've been vomiting since I was six.

I believe I can handle it.

- I think I'm dying.

- You're not dying.

No, really. I'm burning up. I feel real bad.

You're not that warm.

Why does everyone just tacitly accept

the-hand-to-the-forehead test...

as being medically reliable?

You're fine.

I've got a pain in my chest.

This could be serious.

If these symptoms persist...

and you think

you're having a heart attack...

now this is important...

I want you to call me immediately.

There's no point in my wasting bus fare

if you're just going to be dead.

Have a nice evening.

What are you saying? You're still blocked?

Totally.

Who said it better than you?

Grandmother's dead.

Polina's got the money.

Adam's got Polina,

and I've got nowhere to go.

You're not going to vomit again, are you?

- I've got to get out of here.

- Where are you going?

We don't have much time left.

Shouldn't we keep working?

- This is working.

- It is?

When I get stuck, I need

to get my mind off things for a while.

I need to look at birds, trees,

people doing things...

like throwing Frisbees, rollerblading,

that kind of thing.

Good. Once you clear your mind,

you'll realize...

he shouldn't have jumped into bed

with her like that.

I wanted to be a writer

for as long as I can remember.

My parents got divorced when I was eight.

I started writing stories

as a place to put my feelings.

I found it was easier

to have characters say things...

than to say them myself.

That's the beauty of writing.

You can have things work out...

the way they never seem to in real life.

- Sometimes things work out in life.

- I'm all for it.

- Have you ever been married?

- In real life? No.

Let me guess.

- You just haven't met the right woman.

- Exactly.

I know what you're going to say:

You have to be the right man

in order to meet the right woman.

But I know in my heart

that I am the right man...

and that the perfect woman is out there.

Someone who's smart,

funny, and beautiful.

And here's the tricky part:

Interested in me.

I know she's out there.

I just can't seem to...

I feel like one of those greyhounds

at the dog track.

You know, chasing the mechanical rabbit?

I get so close...

but I can never quite seem to catch it.

- They never do.

- I know.

Maybe you don't want to catch it.

- I hope today helped.

- It did.

Things are starting to percolate.

- I had a great time.

- Me, too.

This is it.

I got it!

What?

I never should have had

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