Bellflower Page #6

No.

Milly, what the f***

is going on? Shut up.

Who did...

What the hell happened?

Who did this?

Woodrow?

Yeah?

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

Never mind.

Woodrow?

What? I wanna know.

Do you think

you're getting over Milly?

What the f*** am I doing?

Oh, Courtney...

This is so stupid.

Courtney, wait.

I love you.

Hey.

Hi.

I'm sorry.

Sticking Courtney, huh, dude?

Yeah, I bet that's making you

feel better, huh?

Yeah?

Yeah.

Tsk. I'm sorry, dude.

It's all right.

I think I just said the stupidest thing

I've ever said in my life.

I finished the car.

Really?

Yeah. I think we should go for a drive, get

out of this filthy apartment for a while.

Probably be good.

Okay.

I have no idea

what I'm doing with her, man.

Hey, don't worry about it,

you know?

You're doing

what you have to do.

You know I had a crush on her,

though, right?

Open the f***ing door.

Leave me alone. Are you

gonna do something about this sh*t,

or am I going to?

Take care of it yourself.

Oh, you want me

to f***ing take care of it?

Open the door.

Open the door.

Open the door, or I'm gonna do

something bad, I swear to God.

You gonna be all right, dude?

Yeah, I think I am, actually.

I'm serious about leaving,

you know?

Think about it.

We could leave in the morning.

Just get the f*** outta here.

Almost forgot.

I guess these are yours.

You sure?

Yeah, dude. It's your car.

You know, the car

is f***ing supercool.

I know.

All right. I'll see you later, dude.

Hey! Hey, no!

What the f*** are you...

What are you doing?

Stop it! Stop it!

Mike.

Mike, this is done.

Give me the bat. Go home.

Hey! It's 3:
00

in the goddamn morning!

I called the cops.

Aiden.

Come over here.

Aw, f***.

Good afternoon.

Are you Milly by any chance?

Yeah.

Um, I have some bad news

that I need to give to you.

Oh, my God.

This is f***ing stupid.

Where are you going?

- I'm leaving!

- Woodrow, what are you talking about?

Where are you going? I don't

know. I'm just f***ing leav...

- F***!

- What about Aiden?

Are you f***ing kidding me?

"What about Aiden?"

When's the last time

you f***ing saw Aiden?

Aiden's not here.

F***ing idiot.

Okay. I don't understand. What

are you so angry about right now?

What are you f***ing doing here?

What?

What are you doing in my house?

You're Milly's best friend.

F*** you! You're an a**hole!

Oh, and you're not an a**hole?

I knew exactly what

you were doing, Woodrow.

I just thought that maybe

you actually liked me,

'cause I'm so f***ing stupid.

I think you should go home.

I need to be alone.

I'm gonna go buy some socks

and some other crap.

In the morning,

I'm getting in my car and going.

Give me the bug spray.

F*** it. I'm going. I'm going.

What the f***?

Woodrow asked me

to move away with him.

What?

Hey.

You need to leave.

Now.

What about rent?

I'm sorry. Put an ad

in the paper. F*** you.

You can't just disappear. You

need to get out of my way now.

If you don't hurry, he's gonna leave

without... F*** you, Courtney! Aaah!

Woodrow.

Woodrow?

I promise I will

do anything you want.

Give him a f***ing mustache.

He hates mustaches.

Have you seen Woodrow?

Have you?

You piece of sh*t.

F*** you. You're supposed

to be my best friend.

We don't even f***ing talk anymore,

you piece of f***ing sh*t!

Get the f*** outta my house!

No!

Not until you get on your knees and tell

me that you're a piece of filthy sh*t.

What the f*** are you...

Let me the f*** up,

you f***ing b*tch!

Don't f***ing follow me!

I will stab you in the f***ing throat,

I swear to God,

if you don't get the f***

out of my house.

I will f***ing cut you!

Get the f*** out of my house!

F*** you!

Ohh!

Did you do this to me?

I don't know! I don't know!

Why did you do this to me?

I'm sorry! I don't know!

What do you want me

to f***ing do?

I don't care.

You see my f***ing face?

I'm sorry!

What do you want me to do?

I can do some really

f***ing sick sh*t!

I've been f***ing thinking

about it all morning!

I know, I know!

I don't care! Just do it!

I don't care!

I don't care!

I don't care!

I just wanted to see you. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Ow!

Woodrow?

No, no, no, no. No!

Woodrow, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

Wait! Wait!

Woodrow!

Woodrow!

#Could you wait

for answers, please #

#It's not really you here #

#In the darkest hour #

#It's what you say you are #

#And the way you make me feel #

#How did you get black #

#How did my soul turn so black ##

I'm sorry, dude.

It's all right.

I think I just said the stupidest

thing I've ever said in my life.

I finished the car.

Really?

Yeah. I think we should

go for a drive,

get out of this filthy apartment

for a while.

Probably be good.

Okay.

Dude, you should hit this.

No. I'll freak

out. You know. You've seen me.

You're not gonna freak out.

It's just you and me.

We're not gonna

have to talk to anyone else.

All right. Give it here.

Oh, Jesus.

Ah, nice, dude.

Ah.

I've been thinking.

We pretty much moved all the

way out here for no reason...

except for that we thought

it would be cool,

like in the movies.

I mean, we never

even go to the beach.

Yeah.

We could just leave.

I mean,

you're the only reason I'm here.

And it's like nothing's

even changed, you know?

Nothing ever changes, dude.

That's what I'm saying.

But I feel like things

could change, you know?

I'm serious.

Like...

Your car is really badass, dude.

Yeah. It's not really my car though.

Yes, it is. I built

it for you. Thank you.

We could just get in the car,

put the flamethrower

in the trunk, leave town.

Do you know how awesome

it would be...

if we, like,

went to some small town...

and went to one of the local bars,

pulled up in that car?

People would be like,

"Holy sh*t. Who are these guys?"

And we'd be like, "Come outside and

take a look at our flamethrowerl '

Dude, I don't think you realize

how cool your car is.

I'm f***ing serious, though, dude.

We could take

the flamethrower and guns...

and get a shitload

of drugs and liquor...

and put them all in the trunk

and just f***ing go.

Oh, f***, dude.

I, for real, feel like I'm having

an anxiety attack now.

Dude, it's 'cause you're thinking

about the wrong sh*t.

You need some better images

in your mind.

Can you imagine...

two sweet-ass dudes like us

in that car,

traveling through the desert,

across America?

We would look so f***ing cool.

We would go places

and park the car...

where we know we look cool,

hang out smoking cigarettes,

leaning against the car,

looking cool...

and let people look at us.

We could get

f***ing trashed on drugs...

in the middle of nowhere...

and drive 150 miles an hour,

naked, down the freeway,

and hang out the windows, shooting

shotguns at freeway signs...

and f***ing

historical landmarks...

and f***ing jackrabbits.

Dude, we could make

some jackrabbit jerky...

and jackrabbit shoulder pads...

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