Boys and Girls Page #6

So how are we supposed|to know who Mr. Right is?

How do you know he's Mr. Right?|Is it because you wear black...

drink cappuccino,|you both have tattoos?

Who here has ever|been dumped?

And who here has|dumped someone?

We've all been in love. But we|never know that it's not true love...

until it's over.|What if there's no "one"?

Or "two", or "three",|or "four" or "five"?

What if there's no such thing|as true love...

but we're too afraid to admit it,|so we keep on dressing up?

We keep on pretending to be|something that we are not?

We keep turning our lives|upside down, losing ourselves...

in something that we hope is better|than what we think that we are?

What if that something|that we're looking for...

just doesn't exist?

-Are you okay?|-Yeah, fine.

I was just working on|my fear of public speaking.

Why does everything|just have to be so...

...just so?|-I don't know.

-You're shaking.|-You let me drink all that caffeine.

-I don't know what's wrong with me.|-Maybe you're getting your period.

Yeah, maybe.

Wait a second...

No.

-Where are you going?|-Class.

No, you're staying right here.|Where I can see you.

-I really have to go.|-You never go to class.

-I know. That's why I have to go.|-Wait. I'll make us breakfast.

It's okay. I'm late.

I'll see you later.

Is this about Megan?

No.

I'm gonna tell her.

Maybe you shouldn't.

We'll talk about|this later. Okay?

Yeah, okay.

Stay as long as you like, and|you know where everything is.

Jen!

Jen!

-I have to talk about what happened.|-Amy, it's okay.

No, it's not okay. But it is okay,|because I've been thinking about it...

and I think what happened is that|you're my best friend and I love you...

and I got jealous when you were|spending so much time with Ryan...

and then with you graduating.|And then I think in a weird way...

I was trying to keep things the way|they were, and I did that...

because I was afraid of losing you.|Isn't that amazing?

Yeah, without therapy!|I came up with it on my on.

I was thinking about all the time|we spent together, then it hit me:

by kissing you, I was trying|to prevent change.

But maybe change isn't|always catastrophic.

Before we met, I didn't|know you at all, right?

-Right.|-That was a change.

That was a great change!|I loved that change!

Who knows? Maybe I'll kill|myself by midterms next year...

but, then again, maybe I won't.|Maybe it'll be okay.

That's the beauty of change. You|never know how it will work out.

-So everything's okay?|-Yeah, never been better.

-You know Ryan's in your bed?|-Yeah.

-You know he's naked, right?|-Yeah.

-You know I'm curious, right?|-Yeah.

So? What happened?

I think I was afraid|of losing him.

Megan!

I'm the one who told him to|start dating, and then he did.

I didn't get to see him much, then|the thing with Paul happened...

...and seeing him with Mary...|-Megan.

Whatever.|I just wanted to be with him.

It was a huge mistake.|Huge, big, fat mistake.

We're friends.|We're great as friends.

-What are you gonna do about it?|-I have no idea!

He takes this so seriously, and the|last thing I wanna do is hurt him.

Go to hell, Ryan!|Go to hell!

What if I'm in love with her?

-Are you?|-I don't know. Maybe.

-What does that mean?|-I don't know. I just...

don't want things to be|weird with us.

Buddy, if you're looking to me|for answers, I'm flattered...

but you've come|to the wrong place.

If I just pretend nothing happened,|I'll be lying to myself...

about feelings|I might be feeling.

But if I tell her how I am feeling,|she'll run. That's what she does.

I know that better than anyone.|That's the last thing I want.

Being yourself, not being yourself.|Welcome to my world.

-Does this feel weird to you?|-Yes!

-Maybe we should talk about this.|-I think that would be good.

Things might get strange between us|because of what happened last night...

...and I don't want that to happen.|-Me neither.

'Cause we're too good together|to let that come between us.

-It was a mistake.|-You think so?

-Yes.|-I think you're right.

I think that we just got carried|away in the moment and...

...you know.|-Yes.

Last night was really special to me,|because you're really special to me.

But that's all it was.|It was an incredibly special night.

I got worried that maybe we'd give|it more importance than we should.

No. I'm totally with you.

Great.

-You didn't tell Megan, did you?|-No, no.

-It's probably better not to.|-Yeah.

-I feel so much lighter. Do you?|-Yes.

-You wanna go fill up on vittles?|-Sure.

Actually, I shouldn't. I'd like to,|but I still have some studying to do.

-Really?|-Yeah. It's pretty important.

-Okay. You call me?|-I will.

-Yeah?|-Yeah.

This is Ryan.|Leave a message.

Hey, it's me.

Where have you been?|What's going on?

Okay. You know|the number. Bye.

-This is Ryan. Leave a message.|-Hey, it's me again.

Guess I thought I might catch you|at home. Is everything okay?

Would you call me back, please?|All right, bye.

Ryan Walker, where the hell|have you been?

-Where have you been?|-Studying.

What's going on?|How are you?

-Good. Busy.|-Yeah, me too.

I'm all done. It's "Goodbye,|Berkeley" and "Hello, real world".

You wanna go do something?

No. You know, I should|really get back to studying.

Okay.

-So I guess I'll see you around.|-But I'm gone in a few days.

Guess you won't have time|to plan my "bon voyage" party.

-Yeah. Italy.|-Yeah.

-You must be excited.|-You know me.

Any excuse not to shave|under my armpits.

-I'll be here.|-Yeah? When is your last exam?

-Do you wanna go celebrate?|-No, I'm leaving right after it.

Okay.

I guess we'll talk.

-What's going on?|-What?

-What? This. What is this?|-I don't know. Nothing's going on.

Really? I ran into Megan, and she|told me that you broke up with her.

Is that what this is about?|I told you not to tell her anything.

Yeah, I know.

-Well, are you upset?|-No.

-So what's going on?|-I don't know! Things are different!

But I thought we|talked about that.

I thought that we said that we didn't|want anything to be different.

I thought we said that having sex|was just a huge mistake.

It was weeks ago now. I thought|we'd go back to being just friends.

-Why was it a mistake?|-What?

You and me. Why was that|a mistake? I'm curious.

We've already talked about it.|You wanna go over it again?

No, you wanna talk?|Let's talk!

Was it a mistake because anything|like real intimacy freaks you out?

Or just that I'm not|good enough for you?

Ryan, you kissed me,|and I responded...

but I wouldn't have done it if I thought|it was going to end our friendship.

And neither would l.

Ryan, if I could take|it all back, I would.

Take it. It's yours. Put it on the shelf|with all your other one-night stands.

Why are you doing this?

That night was as much a surprise|to me as it was to you...

but being with you is like going|to a place I had never been before!

Then, after you fell asleep,|I just laid there, staring up...

at those cheap fluorescent stars|you have stuck on your ceiling...

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