Boys and Girls Page #7

and after awhile they just|started forming a pattern...

this weird pattern that linked|together our entire relationship.

And everything seemed clear to me,|like one logical progression.

We're the greatest plan ever made,|and I had nothing to do with it!

You made me feel that maybe I didn't|have to keep planning anymore...

because it felt like|I was actually living...

and that for once I wouldn't have|to work so hard at being happy.

That it could just happen.

Nothing will ever|hurt me as much...

as your reaction|to that same experience.

-Ryan...|-What? What?

You wanna go to the library and|pretend like nothing happened?

I can't do that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.|I don't know what to say.

Look, you don't have|to say anything.

I have to go.|Have fun in Italy.

-I'm gonna miss you so much!|-I'm gonna miss you too.

E-mail me about|anything, okay?

You know, school, food,|tall dark handsome Italian guys.

-I want to know everything.|-Okay. You gotta stop crying now.

Yeah, you stop crying.

I'm the one looking down the|barrel of a very lonely final year.

Jennifer?

Jennifer.

-Where are you going?|-Italy.

-Right now?|-Miss!

-How are Ryan's exams going?|-Good. They're going good.

-He's doing okay?|-He's doing great. He couldn't...

That's a lie. He's in love with|someone who's not in love with him.

-How do you think he is?|-Are we gonna go?

I love you.

-Hi.|-Hi.

-Are you a friend of Jennifer's?|-Yeah. I'm Amy.

Amy? Yeah, I've heard of you,|of course. Nice to meet you.

And your name?

What's your name?

My name?

Yeah. You know, it's...

it's Steve.|My name is Steve.

It's nice to meet you, Steve.

Going to Europe|for the summer?

-Yeah. I just graduated.|-Congratulations.

-Thanks.|-In what?

-Latin.|-Latin? How interesting.

What are you gonna do|with that?

I have no idea.

Don't worry. I spent four years|at college studying English.

-I didn't have a clue.|-Really?

Really.|Now I run my own company.

You'll figure out|what you want.

Why was it a mistake? Was it|because anything that gets close...

to real intimacy|freaks you out?

-Stop the van!|-What?

-Could you please stop the van?|-I can't pull over!

-Pull over, I'm getting out!|-I can't. We're in the freeway!

Ryan?

Nothing will ever|hurt me as much...

as your reaction|to that same experience.

Am?

-What are you doing here?|-I don't know.

What's wrong?|What happened?

I don't know.|I just... I just can't...

Is somebody here?

-Yeah.|-Who?

It doesn't matter.|Just tell me what's wrong.

Amy, who's here?

-Hunter?|-Hunter?!

-Hunter!|-It's a long story.

-Hunter, where's Ryan?|-He's on his way back to LA.

-He was catching the 4:OO shuttle.|-4:OO?

-Which airline?|-Sky Southwest.

Thank you.

Hunter?

You can call me Tiger.

Good afternoon, folks.|Sorry about the delay.

We'll be headed out for|the runway in just a minute.

-Can I help you, sir?|-I don't know. Can...

you bring me a glass|of water, please?

I'm sorry, sir. You're gonna|have to wait till we're airborne.

It will just be a few minutes.

"Te amo."

"Te amo", Ryan Walker.

-I think she's talking to you.|-Please, you have to take your seat.

Did you hear what I said?

I love you and I'm not going to Italy.|I'm staying here with you.

-It's too late.|-No.

Everything that you said|about that night, I felt it too...

and it scared me.|I was scared to lose you.

But I was even more scared|to let myself love you...

because every time I let love in,|somebody takes it away...

and it just hurts so bad.|But I'm tired of being afraid.

Ma'am, I need you to turn around|and put your seatbelt on.

I just made the most important|decision in my entire life...

and you want me|to put on the seatbelt?

Yes, I do.

Okay.

What about six months from now?|How do I know you'll be happy then?

How do I know you'll be happy?|How do we know anything?

-The plane isn't gonna crash?|-We're gonna crash?

I'm not asking you again. You're|required to fasten your seatbelts!

I need you. That's a really|hard thing for me to accept...

but it's a whole lot easier than|imagining my life without you.

I wanna do laundry|with you, Ryan.

But you send|your laundry out.

-Not anymore.|-You wanna switch?

Yeah!

Will you two please sit down?!

-What? What is it?|-The laundry thing is a metaphor?

Don't worry.|I'll show you how.

-One, two, three, four...|-Try breathing. It'll help relax.

...eight...|-Trust me.

That's lovely.|My mother wears the same scent.

Looking for something|in particular?

I got it.

So sorry.|I'm really...

Actually, I was in the market|for some cheetah pants.

My God.

You're all Victoria's|Secret supermodels.

-What are you doing in our room?|-All the other rooms were full...

and I had to change, so...

-This is where we get changed.|-Right.

Don't let me stop you!

You're funny.|And we love funny guys.

Have you ever been|with four women before?

Once I had lunch with my mom|and her three sisters...

but I don't think that counts.

Thank you.

What?

-No, that's not me! I swear!|-We know. It's us.

-Supermodels fart?|-Yes.

How do you think|we stay so thin?

Does it turn you on?

Yeah.

-You do it.|-What? Fart?

Yeah.

-Don't you wanna turn us on?|-Yes.

Yes, I do.

Okay.

Fart.

My uncle died this way.|He shot an aneurysm and...

Less talk, okay?

-More fart.|-More fart, come on.

What?|Where are you going?

Didn't I turn you on?

And there you have it. Every night|for the last week, same dream.

So, what do you think|it means?

I don't know.|Were you breast-fed as a child?

I knew this was a mistake.

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