Beastly Page #4

between each other

like a tree breathing

through its spectacles

and the portrait show

seems to have no faces in it at all,

just paint

you suddenly wonder

why in the world anyone ever did them

I look at you

and I would rather look at you than

all the portraits in the world

I need more time.

Magic can't be undone.

But I might have a shot

if I had more time.

Can't, sorry.

Okay. I pissed you off.

You wasted me.

But there's got to be something

you can do.

Come on, help me.

I can't. And I wouldn't.

You still don't think about

anyone but yourself.

You're wrong.

I do think about other people.

I think about Lindy

and what her life is like

and I think about

a woman who can't see her kids

and a man who can't see, period.

So he cares now?

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay, I'll keep trying with Lindy.

But please give Will his sight,

Zola her family.

It's the least they deserve

after being trapped

in this hell with me.

I'll help them. If you succeed.

And Kyle, good luck.

- I got your CDs.

- Thanks.

Just some guy at my old school.

- Kind of a jerk, actually.

- Really?

Yeah, we were

on this committee together,

so that's why I have his picture.

I mean... Looks-wise,

he doesn't suck.

Oh! He knew it, too.

Same old, same old:

Jerks are exciting

and my type falls for 'em.

- Did you fall for him?

- Not that I fell for him.

Every once in a while,

you kind of remind me of him.

Not that you're a jerk.

Anyways, he disappeared. Rehab.

Oh, it figures. The addict's daughter

falls for the addict.

So you did fall for him?

No, I mean, I just talked to him

his last night.

For, like, a minute.

You know, the truly

ridiculous thing is,

I might have, kind of, sort of,

actually thought he,

a little bit, liked me... ish.

Of course he did.

Oh, please.

He was completely on the in

and I was not, am not.

That's why I like you.

Yeah, well... same.

Anyways, being on the in

isn't all that.

Isn't that what people on the out

say to make each other feel better?

Yeah. But it also

happens to be true.

Something about him...

What?

Underneath all the bullshit was...

I don't know.

What?

Good.

Good?

So, I mean, are you still into him?

Like you said, you don't want to be

the girl who falls for jerks.

Yeah. But he-he's not.

Right. He's a decent guy at heart.

That's what I'm thinking.

But still kinda... wrong.

Yeah.

I don't know.

You know, that something underneath,

it's catnip for sappy tools like me.

To be the one who uncovers it.

Do you want to go somewhere with me?

Usually, if I'm out

this time of night,

I'm looking for my dad,

mace in hand,

counting by primes.

Counting?

It keeps me from getting scared.

Oh. Fortunately,

scary guy's right next to you.

So there's that.

What about when people see you?

They don't. I got it down.

I was good at blending in too.

This way.

You taking me to the park?

You'll see. Come on.

The zoo?

Hear that?

The animals. Water lapping.

In some nearby street,

a man is whispering...

"I love you."

Do you hear that?

What?

Somewhere there's a baboon

scratching his ass.

Why are we here?

This place is important to me.

It's still here.

What is it?

When I was in kindergarten,

my dad offered to take me

anywhere I wanted.

We came to the zoo.

He bought me

all the toys and candy I wanted.

And at the end of the day,

he told me my mother had left.

I haven't seen her since.

After he told me,

I ran away and hid in here.

And saw this movie.

It's about this mother elephant

whose two babies die.

Plague or something.

She misses them so much

that when she's migrating back

a year later...

a year later...

she finds her babies' bones.

Can you imagine that love?

No.

I never brought anyone here before.

Seven, eight, nine...

ten, eleven, twelve...

It feels like I've known you forever.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...

The sun's coming up.

I think...

I think I love you.

Maybe I should let her go.

At least she'll be safe

in Machu Picchu.

She has been jonesing

for that trip forever,

even without being stuck here.

But every day,

she like you more and more.

But not the way I like her.

- Move your hands. My turn.

- Sorry.

I don't stand a chance.

She's still talking about

running away. And...

I-I know you guys want out, too.

- Desperately.

- No.

Kidding. Kidding.

Look, even if

she does go on the trip,

you still have a couple days

to ratchet up the romance quotient.

Just try to put yourself

in her shoes.

This is all so strange for her,

but me know she'll say

those words, "I love you."

It's just the year is almost up.

Just take her to whatever

bad-boy country house Daddy's got.

Daddy don't got.

Just the lake cottage.

Just the...

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Would you buy a frickin' vowel? Go!

Seriously?

After you.

So, are you, uh,

dying of boredom yet?

No.

It must have been so great

as a kid coming out here.

My dad got bad reception down

at the lake.

He could only take it

for about forty-five minutes.

But those forty-five minutes...

they were awesome.

My Dad was a teacher.

You know, before my mom died and

he lost it.

Do you miss your dad?

Not right now.

In the past few months,

living away from my dad...

not spending every second

worrying about him,

I mean, not trying to

fix everything for him,

Just not totally losing myself.

That's why I wanted to go away

on that trip in the first place.

I guess this cage set me free.

Is that a "thank you"?

- Let's go down to the lake.

- Okay.

I've been writing something for you.

- What is it?

- A letter.

I'm sorry. This-This ring is only...

Hello?

Which hospital?

Okay. I'll... I'll... I'll call you back.

My father OD'd.

You have to go to him.

All aboard!

- Thank you.

- Go, go, go!

- I'll call you.

- He's gonna be fine.

Okay. I'll call you. And as soon as

he's better, I'll come back.

And everything will be all right.

And Hunter...

Yeah?

You're a good friend.

Don't. Don't read that.

Don't read that.

Don't read that.

Dear Lindy, I've been

thinking about letters recently.

The real kind. Longhand.

And how it's terrible that

nobody's writing them anymore.

And so I decided to start

one to you, today.

And I'm going to write to you

every day for a long, long, long time

because I think-

I think I might be in danger of...

falling in love with you.

Hey, it's me.

Uh, my dad is gonna be okay, but

I really want to talk to you

about your letter.

Where are you?

Look, I don't understand.

You wrote me this letter.

Why don't you call me back?

Because I'm "a good friend."

What's going on?

Hunter...

I'm out of time.

Call her back.

Why, because I'm "a good friend?"

Yup.

And not calling her back,

what good that do, huh?

She even called me.

Why won't you talk to her?

The last time I talked to her,

she told me she's hurt.

And "hurt" is girl-speak for,

"Call now, bonehead."

She don't know what to do,

so she go back to school

to go on the trip.

Lindy!

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