Dakota Skye Page #3

- Nothing.

So, how often do you do this?

- Lots.

- Oh.

Who has time to be embarrassed?

Oh, sh*t.

Dude, did I play you guys

our new song yet?

Yeah?

The son-of-a-b*tch doesn't lie.

What kind of a guy doesn't lie?

This is really starting

to get on my nerves.

Hey, I can have Kevin take me home.

Not this sh*t again.

What?

Do you got anywhere to be?

Enigmatic is to inscrutable

as Surreptitious is to...

Not really. Why?

I haven't hiked up Papago

since I was a kid.

One time me and Kev came up here

after school, and we fell asleep,

and then a park ranger comes,

closes the place down, right?

I talk to much, don't I?

No, I don't mind.

You, on the other hand,

are a woman of few words.

No, I talk.

Yeah, but you don't say much.

Nothing personal.

Prove it.

Passions, goals, turn-ons, turn-offs?

All right.

My turn-ons are cigarettes,'70s punk,

boys with rings in their lips,

and long, pointless walks up rocks.

Turn-offs?

Pretty much everything else.

Yeah, I get that.

Give me an example.

Here, I got one.

All my friends can talk about

are the S.A.T.'s, right?

About "college is this"

and "my future that. "

I mean, f***ing sh*t, like,

do I really have to go to college?

Like, what if I want to knit

f***ing baskets or f***ing --

or wait tables at Jim's or something?

I mean, do I really have

to get a higher education for that?

Like, what degree

do you suggest I get for that?

I mean, Jesus-f***ing-Christ, man!

Oh, sh*t.

Are you, like,

a Bible nut or something?

You can talk, can't you?

Yeah, well...

...it sucks.

It does suck.

What did you get on your S.A.T.'s?

- Like 1350 or something.

- Oh, my God!

- Honest.

- I believe you.

All right. Come on.

Are you hung over today?

I was this morning.

Really? What did you guys

do last night?

Got real high and went to a bar.

That's it?

Talked to a couple of girls

who blew us off

for these Abercrombie-model dudes

who said they had coke.

Now, don't worry.

Kev was a good boy.

No, he...

He can talk to who he likes.

Sure.

He played me the demo.

It was good.

Yeah, it's really good.

It was good the first time I heard it.

It was good the hundredth.

He's really proud of it.

Almost makes me sorry

I quit our old band.

How far down do you think that is?

I don't know.

Far.

What?

Okay. All right.

Imagine you threw yourself

from here, all right?

Your, your wife leaves you,

your stocks bottom out,

Beatles break up.

You know

that already happened, right?

Yeah, whatever.

So, imagine you take it

upon yourself to jump.

Okay.

On the way down, which way

would you rather be facing?

You're a weird guy.

I get that.

No, but really, I mean, would you

rather be looking back up at the sky,

no idea when the end is gonna hit?

Or would you rather go face-first,

aware of the moment

when everything cuts to black,

knowing that this second

is your last?

Face-up.

Face-up?

Yeah, just kick back

and enjoy the ride.

I'd want to see it coming.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

I'd want to see it coming.

Thanks for the ride.

You ever get the urge to just. . .

get in the car and drive?

I mean, nowhere in particular,

just to take control of your life

for a moment?

You know, to make a choice,

even if that choice

is to not make a choice?

I don't drive.

- Right.

- Good night.

'Night!

- Hey, Dakota?

- What?

Never mind.

Come on! I hate that!

I really hate that!

I hate it when guys do that!

They want you to know

they want to say something,

but they're too afraid

to actually say it,

and then try to bait you

to ask them!

- I'm sorry.

- Do you wanna say something, Jonah?

Yes.

What is it, then?

Well, what is it?

I can't tell you.

Why not?

- Because I can't.

- Ugh, fine!

I want to tell you that I like you.

But I can't tell you that, can I?

I want to tell you to forget about him.

He's a great guy, the best,

and he's my brother

in everything but blood,

and you two are good together,

but I still want to tell you

to tell him to f*** off

and to be with me.

I want to tell you

that since the moment I met you

I can't even get your face

out of my brain.

But I can't tell you that,

that all I want right now

in the world

is to take you away with me.

No him, no here, no this.

Just us.

If just for a day. You know?

But I can't tell you that.

I mean, you can't make me.

I mean, what kind

of a person would I be

if I went and told you

something like that?

I'd appreciate it if...

...if you didn't tell Kevin

what I didn't say.

Of course not, because. . .

you didn't say it.

No.

No, I didn't.

Good night.

Good night, Dakota.

Who does he think he Is

saying those things,

or "not" saying those things?

Seriously, who does

something like that?

Does he think he can just

make up some speech

that I'm sure he's practiced

over and over again in the shower

and I would just -- I would just...?

Seriously, who does

something like that?

- So, you ditched us again last night.

- Yeah, I guess I did.

Denise almost had a fit.

Denise is to annoying

as Dakota is to doesn't give a f***.

- We were worried.

- What, Mom, am I grounded?

Jesus Christ, you can be

a mean little b*tch.

What?

I mean, honestly,

we're just trying to help, and--

Yeah, I know that. I'm sorry.

What makes you think that you're

so much better than the rest of us?

The key dilemma

in any young superhero's life--

Does she reveal

her identity to the world

or does she keep it a secret,

assuring her security

but also her alienation?

Hello?

Look, I don't know, all right?

You're just-- you're way

ahead of me, that's all.

I don't...I don't think

about the future much.

Why not?

Because...there's

nothing I can do about it.

There's nothing you can do about it.

It is what it is.

I don't know why I even

bother with you anymore.

Because in the 3rd grade we made

each other friendship bracelets.

You'd be surprised how much

this stuff is actually true.

Say you were gonna jump

off of a building, all right?

I'm sorry, why would I do that?

Just imagine that you're gonna

jump off of a building, okay?

No. Why would I do that?

I don't know. Whatever.

The band breaks up.

We've broken up,

like, a thousand times.

- Okay, maybe I break up with you.

- Well, that's not gonna happen.

Say it was your dick

in a motorcycle accident.

Yeah.

Okay, I'm with you. Shoot.

All right. So, you're gonna jump.

Would you rather land

face-down or face-up?

What does it matter?

Dead is dead.

- God, does it have to be my dick?

- But it does matter.

Face-down, you're facing the end,

you'll know the exact moment

that you're gonna hit the ground.

Face-up, though, you can just

kick back and enjoy the ride,

enjoy it while it lasts,

and let the end sneak up on you.

Face-up.

Face-up?

Wow, you're really, like,

f***ing up my high.

It's, like, whoa!

- I'm sorry.

- That's okay.

- Want some?

- No!

Sorry.

No!

No!

Hello?

Hey.

Hi.

Um...

Come over.

- No.

- No?! What do you mean "no"?

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