California Scheming Page #4

You seem to be more independent.

-Guess I never thought about it

like that.

I think that's what friends

are for, though, you know?

To help and support each other

when it's needed.

Don't you agree?

-Oh. I'm not the right person

to ask about friendship.

I've never really had

a best friend.

Maybe someday.

-Hey, I like you.

-I like you, too.

And I thought the other night

was a lot of fun.

Oh. I'm sorry to hear

that Chloe's bird disappeared.

-So, what about you?

What did you like best

when you were little?

- Hmm.

I liked

Playing with my mother.

One of my favorite

childhood memories

was listening to her

read me bedtime stories.

She would always do all the

different voices and

-How did she die?

-I don't really like

to talk about it.

She died in a car accident.

It was my fault.

-What do you mean?

Why would you say that?

-I was

at this girl Andrea's house.

We had planned a sleepover.

Um...

Watching movies all night,

eating ice cream,

that sort of thing.

And we got

into this silly argument

about a boy

that she had a crush on.

I was just having fun,

uh, teasing her, but...

Somehow it turned

into a really bad fight.

So I called my mother.

It was already past midnight,

but I insisted that she come

pick me up because I didn't want

to spend another minute

at Andrea's house.

I could hear in her voice

that she was really tired.

But I didn't care.

Just selfish.

She never arrived at the house.

Instead, I fell asleep,

and when I woke up...

My dad was waiting

in Andrea's parents' kitchen.

I'll never forget

the look in his eyes.

She fell asleep at the wheel.

Crashed into a tree,

was killed instantly.

-Come on.

Let's go teach you how to surf.

- It's not so worth getting

all bent out of shape about

I turned my back on it

and next you know,

it's all run out

-Hey, guys.

-Hey, Chloe.

-Hey.

-Who are these people?

-That is a picture

of Charles manson.

Taken in the '60s.

I think he's kind of sexy here.

Yeah. I'm a sucker

for the whole story.

You got to admit,

there is not much scarier stuff.

-I like that picture

of Sasha grey a lot better.

-Yeah.

She's just so cool.

Does whatever it takes.

She's so much more true

and real,

unlike all these other girls,

like miley f***ing Cyrus.

I hate her.

-What's so funny about that?

What's that girl Sasha do?

-Uh, we--

-the reason she's known

is because she's a porn star.

She's very open about it.

She's only a couple years older

than we are.

There's probably not

a single guy we know

who hasn't watched her have sex.

She doesn't give a damn

about other people's opinions,

and she's a star.

I think that's really cool.

-Do you guys know her?

I'm -- I'm just oblivious.

-What are you doing?

- I'm just checking.

I'll take that.

-CBS studios on Beverly.

-Wow. Cool.

A driver.

Yeah, I, uh...

I just called the service

my mom uses all the time.

Put it on her credit card.

-She probably won't even notice.

Here you go.

Come on!

It's girls' day out.

-Cheers to girls' day out.

-Thanks for taking me.

I, uh, haven't bought

any new clothes in forever.

Haven't really been in the mood.

-Yeah.

Nick told me about your mom.

I can't imagine how that feels.

-Uh...

It's like...

Your whole world changes.

Everything you know is gone.

Especially

when you blame yourself.

-You don't have

to talk about it.

-It's okay.

Maybe it'll help.

It's so unfair, you know?

I mean, she was

just trying to be there for me.

I can't stop wanting

to punish myself.

I've been having this...

Recurring nightmare

where I'm buried alive...

Suffocating, dying slowly.

Then I wake up, and

the guilt just washes over me...

How f***ed up it is

that I'm alive when she isn't.

-I have a feeling

you'll be just fine.

Maybe sooner than you'd expect.

-So, how did you

get invited to this?

-Well, my mom does

certain things for the producer

or someone else in charge,

and...

They return the favor.

-So, is your mother an actress?

-Yeah.

Guess you could say that.

-Have I seen her in anything?

-She was on "Melrose place" --

the one from the '90s.

-Ah.

-Daily soaps, some commercials.

Now she's all about reality TV.

She's determined to get us

on one of those shows.

-Wait.

So, then you know the producer?

-I'm not positive,

but I have a hunch I do.

If I haven't lost track...

...it should be...

This guy.

Why do you have photos of all

these families on your phone?

-Okay.

Um, Chloe vandersteen.

-Here.

Let's just say

that the story of their lives

for a short period of time

becomes the story of my life.

So it only makes sense

to keep a memory, right?

- Fun-loving creatures

living fast, eating gritty

babes on the beaches,

baby g's in the city

American mummies

teach the world to be pretty

it's so sexy

to be living in America

-I want you to have this.

Come here.

Thanks, Chloe.

-Let's go.

-Whoo!

- Let's f***ing party!

-Yeah!

- I had tears

that never ended

You weren't around

to stop the tantrum

na-na na-na-na

A girl like you

-What can I get you?

-Just a pack of condoms.

- To go through life,

oh, so formal

na-na na-na-na

a girl like you

-How was the surf today?

-Not bad, man.

- Weekends are never fun

unless you're around

-First timer?

Do do-do do-do do.

Decisions, man.

-Is that Nick?

What is he doing here?

Why is he wearing sunglasses?

-Let's find out.

-Wait. Wait.

Turn around.

Trust me.

Turn around.

Go for it.

-We got different, uh, colors...

Different flavors.

Strawberry, cherry.

Got different sizes --

small, large.

-I'll just take a pack

of normal ones.

-Normal ones?

By whose standards?

-Uh, no colors, no flavors.

Normal size.

- Hi, Nick.

- Hillary.

-What are you doing here?

-I just came

from shopping with Chloe.

Why are you wearing sunglasses?

-You sure you don't want

to get those grandes, bro?

-No, just -- just normal ones.

-4? 8? 16?

-Eight,

and, uh, put them in the bag.

-Okay.

-What's going on?

You haven't said anything.

How do you like my clothes?

-$14.95, please.

-Here's a $20.

Just keep the change.

-Here.

-Yeah.

Uh...

You look different but great.

-I'm glad you like it.

It's all Chloe.

She's...

You were right about her.

She's amazing.

Come on.

We can give you a ride home.

- Cool.

-You sure eight's

gonna be enough, man?

-What is he talking about?

-I don't know.

-Perfect.

-Are you Ruth vandersteen?

-No.

That's my mother.

She told me you were coming.

-Did she leave you a check?

-Yep.

Let me go get it.

Here you go.

Check.

Uh...

-Uh, thanks.

-Wow.

-Just in time.

Isn't it perfect?!

-It's beautiful.

-Check it out.

-Smells great.

The leather, chrome.

Yep.

It's perfect.

Let's go inside.

I found you the perfect haircut.

So, what do you think?

It's great, isn't it?

I think it'll make you

look really cool and sexy.

-I-I don't know.

It's kind of extreme.

Isn't there something

in between?

What about the color?

-No problem.

I have everything we need.

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