Dakota Skye

I still have the dream sometimes.

I do. I come home from the store

and find you on my doorstep

with a suitcase.

And not your entire wardrobe.

Just a carry-on, a duffel bag.

We don't say anything,

but you have this look

in your eye that kills me.

It just...

And I unlock the door and let you in.

And that's it.

That's the dream.

When I wake up, I wake up happy...

vibrating for a few seconds

with my head in the sand...

content.

Then it goes away, and you go away.

I really don't want

to get out of bed then

because it's cold out there,

but I do.

I get up. Life goes on.

Most days you never

even cross my mind.

Tell me that you love me.

My name is Dakota Skye.

I'm 18 years old,

only medium-cute,

and I have a superpower.

I can't fly,

I can't turn invisible,

and I'm pretty sure that a bullet

would make me good and dead.

I don't have x-ray vision, either.

Well, not exactly.

The fact is I am

incapable of being lied to.

When someone tells a lie, any lie,

to me, to anyone, I know the truth,

what they really mean,

so there are no lies in my world,

or there are nothing but.

It's kind of hard to explain.

It's like movies from other countries.

Somebody says something in French

like "Voulez-vous

coucher avec mol, ce solr?"

and at the bottom

of the screen it says...

I don't know what it says.

I flunked French.

But I've been this way since...

I guess since I was little.

Who are you?

It's me, Santa Claus.

Liar!

In this section,

we're going to look at explorers.

Christopher Columbus

discovered America in 1492.

He was a great explorer,

and really the first important figure

in the history of our country.

Is Daddy gonna be okay?

He's going to be just fine.

And sophomore year,

when Jacob Barrow

told me that he loved me,

well, I let him

take my virginity anyway.

It had to go sometime.

And to the best of my knowledge,

I've never been bitten

by a radioactive spider

or dosed with an overabundance

of gamma rays --

whatever those are.

I have no explanation.

I'm just involuntarily

cursed with the truth,

something people spend

their entire lives looking for.

Lucky me.

Dorian Wallace.

Hey.

I'm so happy for you.

I know. I know...

All right.

Well, see you there, okay?

Okay. Yeah, I'm just gonna go home

and change really fast, okay?

Us, too.

Hey, Dakota!

Yeah?

Congratulations.

Thanks. You too.

So, in order to explain

why I'm about to ditch my friends

and drive 2,500 miles across country

less than an hour

after graduating high school,

I'll have to tell you a story,

a story about a different

Dakota Skye.

You see, every superhero

has a nemesis, an archenemy.

Mine is a cute

stoner boy named Jonah.

This Dakota Skye

Is only 17 years old.

What frame were we on?

What's my score?

What's yours?

Don't worry.

I think you're gonna win.

Come on. Tell me your score.

What is it?

- 42.

- Ah, see? You're getting better, babe.

Ha! Take that, b*tches!

How about a kiss?

Your turn.

- What was I saying before?

- The demo.

Yes, demo.

Jacob said he's going to get it to his

cousin once we get the mix done.

- His cousin?

- Yeah.

The one who works at Sub- Pop.

I told you about that.

Oh, that's right. You did.

Are you gonna come with me

on Wednesday to band practice?

Where?

At Jacob's.

- Maybe.

- Maybe? Why not?

I said "maybe. "

- Yeah, but you meant "no. "

- Jacob hates me.

He does not!

Want to get out of here?

Oh, God, I love you.

Are you okay?

Yeah?

Are you gonna come?

Keep going.

Oh, God, I love you.

Oh, don't move.

Oh, yeah.

Kevin is a liar,

but no more than anybody else.

Certainly no more than me.

I hate Kevin

less than almost anybody,

and his looks don't make me vomit.

So he's my boyfriend.

And he's talented and a nice guy,

and we have fun,

and the first couple of times that he

told me that he loved me he meant It.

At least, he thought he did.

And if he ever cheats on me,

well, I'll know.

"Dearest Dakota, gone to L. A.

Be back tomorrow night.

Left cash in the cookie jar.

Love, Mom. "

Junior year is almost over,

and everyone --

all my friends, all the teachers --

all they talk about is the future,

about college and careers

and all that sh*t.

I have never been able

to think that far.

Beth is the worst of them.

I think she's got the next 25 years

of her life planned down to the hour.

I don't think

she even likes me anymore.

Well, being me, I know

she doesn't like me anymore.

Why should she?

I mean, I'm bitchy and sad

and angry and distant all the time.

I'm not even sure I like me anymore.

We're friends because we have been

for the better part of the last 12 years.

No other reason.

We are because we are.

So, year after year, lie after lie,

It's all been building

inside my head like a snowball.

You're right, Jeannie--

Thomas Jefferson

did own some slaves.

He was, after all, a man of his times,

but he treated the slaves

that he owned quite well.

I used to be able to keep it in check.

When it was my folks and teachers,

It seemed okay.

On his deathbed, in fact,

he freed many of them.

And then boys and sex

came into the picture,

and with boys, more lies,

with sex, more lies.

I go through weeks at a time

just praying someone

will actually say

what they mean for once.

Like I said,

It's kind of hard to explain.

Hey!

Hey.

Dakota, what's wrong?

Nothing.

I forgot to bring in your CD.

I'll bring it back tomorrow, okay?

Yeah. Sure.

Hey, guys.

Hey, Denise.

So, what time tonight?

- Say, like, 5:
00?

- 5:
00's good.

Do you want us to bring anything?

- Soda, maybe snacks.

- What are you guys talking about?

We're studying for the S.A.T.'s

at my house tonight, remember?

You said you'd come.

That does not sound like me.

The test is in 2 weeks.

We really need to study.

Oh, what is this? An intervention?

No.

- Let's go.

- So, you'll be there?

I don't even know

if I want to go to college.

Well, we already signed you up

for the next test.

That can't be legal.

- So, you'll be there?

- Sure.

Good.

Come on, guys.

God, it's hot here.

Hey, little girl.

You want some candy?

I don't know. My mommy told me

never to talk to strangers.

Oh, I guess it will be

our little secret, then, huh?

Mm, okay, if you got candy.

What time is it?

I don't know.

Like, 11:
00. 12:00, maybe.

- Don't you have school?

- Not until morning.

Where were you?

Where was I what?

Tonight. Denise's.

Oh, I guess I forgot. I'm sorry.

Oh, I was worried.

Why?

Well, for starters, you're not studying,

you're not sleeping,

you're barely keeping a C average,

it's 1:
00 in the morning,

and you're at freakin' Jim's.

Hey, leave Jim's out of this.

And you make a C average

sound bad.

Beth, seriously, I'm fine.

I am fine.

Kev, will you please

tell your girl to straighten up?

Well, she's sitting right there.

You tell her.

All right, fine. We're doing another

S. A. T. thing on Thursday night.

Will you please just come?

Oh, wow. Yeah. That's amazing.

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