Definitely, Maybe Page #9
April?
You're right.
It is complicated, isn't it?
I mean, you're in love with April,
who used to be in love with Lucas,
and then she fell in love with you,
but you were in love with Summer,
who was always really in love with Hampton.
And now that you're in love with April,
she's in love with Kevin.
And no one's in love with you.
That's complicated.
Yep.
Then what happened?
Jane Eyre, Random House, 1943.
It's a beautiful edition,
known for the cover illustration.
But there's a really nice dedication inside,
with a quote from the book.
"To my darling daughter, April.
'The human heart has hidden treasures
- "'In secret kept, in silence sealed..."'
- "'In silence sealed
"'The thoughts, the hopes
the dreams, the pleasures
"'Whose charms were broken if revealed'
"From your loving father."
- Hi, Olivia.
- Hi, Will.
- How you been?
- Good.
I haven't heard any of your long
sorry messages in a while.
Those were delightful, weren't they?
Sorry about that.
- April here?
- No, she's at school.
- School?
- Yeah.
- She started grad school at NYU.
- Great. Wow.
- If you want to wait, she'll be home soon.
- I'd love to.
Make yourself comfortable.
I have to finish this application I'm writing.
- Good luck.
- Thanks.
Hey.
How you doing?
Kevin.
Will Hayes.
I'm just waiting for April.
Are you the same Kevin
that she mentioned a while back?
I hope so. Unless she's collecting Kevins.
Kevin, phone!
Anyway, I'm pretty sure I am the only Kevin
who's actually living with her.
Do you know what you want yet?
- No.
- No?
Will?
William Hayes?
God.
- It is!
- Summer.
You look beautiful.
Believe it or not,
I've been meaning to call you.
- I'm pregnant.
- You're what?
- Really?
- Can you believe it?
- Please, sit. Congratulations.
- Thanks. Thanks.
Who's the lucky guy?
- Sam Knowles.
- Okay.
But he's basically out of the picture.
- He didn't make the cut, huh?
- Yeah.
Well, I don't need a guy. I never really did.
You were about the closest I ever got.
No, really, when I was with you,
I thought, "This is it."
But I screwed it up.
- No, you didn't.
- I did. I so did.
Listen,
I'm having a little party Sunday.
- I want you to come.
- Oh, boy.
Will you come? Please?
You know, I'll see if I can make it.
- I really want you to.
- I'll make it.
I want to make amends
with anyone I ever hurt.
And I figure it'll take about nine months,
which is perfect timing.
- And she's off. Bye.
- Bye-bye.
William Hayes.
- Dad, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
- What?
Telling me this story,
this mystery love story.
- What if I don't like who my mom is?
- Of course you'll like who your mom is.
And you don't have to wait long to find out,
because that very night...
It's Summer, isn't it?
And you're not my father.
No wonder you didn't want to be with her.
Take it easy, Maya. It's just a story.
And this one has a happy ending.
How does it have a happy ending?
You and my mom, whoever she is,
you're getting divorced.
What's the happy in that?
Okay, you know what?
No!
Then how about a nice cup of tea?
If you want, I'll still continue with the story.
Does that sound good?
- Maya?
- Okay.
Dad?
I can't believe you smoked
and drank and were such a slut.
But I still love you.
Thanks.
All right. All right.
No, no. Don't eat it yet!
Not till we get to our bench.
You're in a good mood.
Well, I think I discovered
who my mom is in the story.
- Really?
- Really.
- Well, who is it?
- Not telling.
So the last time we saw William Hayes,
he had just discovered that
the woman he truly loved, April Hoffman,
was in love with another man.
I know. Shocking.
Meanwhile, he accepted an invitation
to the home of his ex-girlfriend,
Summer Hartley,
who, if she does turn out to be my mother,
I'm running away to Canada.
I'm not kidding.
- He died last year.
- Yeah.
- You heard?
- I read about it in The Times.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- God. Died in his office. Heart attack?
- Yeah.
I always imagined
that he'd make a more theatrical exit.
What they didn't say was he was
on the couch with the dean's daughter.
- Jesus.
- I'm kidding.
Actually, he was completely alone and
it was hours before the janitor found him.
- You want a drink?
- I'm sorry.
- You must miss him.
- I do, yeah.
These are for you.
- Oh, Will.
- Yeah.
They're beautiful.
So are you.
- Summer.
- Will.
Don't mess with me.
I can see where you're going with this.
In a second, you're gonna
say something impossibly charming.
- Really?
- Yeah. It's gonna be great.
And then you're gonna sweep me off my feet
and we all know where that's going.
- Can't a girl miss a guy?
- And you know that's gonna end badly.
Yeah, she can,
but I just don't really have time for the pain.
- So let's just skip all that, why don't we?
- Okay.
Fair enough.
Can we be friends?
- Yeah! Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Shake on it? Okay.
- Let's do that. All right.
You know what?
There's someone here I want you to meet.
Yeah. Come with me.
They're an old flame of mine,
and I think you guys are really gonna,
you know, hit it off.
Emily.
I'm gonna put these in some water.
- You look...
- You look...
You look great.
- Why are you in New York?
- I live here.
I took a job
with the city education department.
- I called you.
- I know.
- I've been meaning to call you back.
- Liar.
- I had lost your number.
- Of course.
- No, it's true. You know what?
- Will...
Okay, give me your number, right now.
I'm gonna put it in my cell phone,
and that way I'm never gonna lose it, okay?
My number is 212-664-7665.
Six, six, five. See? Now I got it.
And I'm never gonna lose it again.
- Oh, no, go ahead, go ahead.
- Sorry.
- Hello.
- Hey, it's Will.
I'm really sorry I lost your number.
I just had the weirdest flash
of a whole life,
one that never, ever happened.
What did happen to us?
- You slept with my roommate.
- Oh!
I'm sorry.
If I remember correctly,
I believe it was my "plan," wasn't it?
- The plan. Remember that?
- Yes, the plan.
Who talks like that?
No, it wasn't the plan.
I was scared of you and your dreams,
and then after we broke up, I just felt lost.
especially when it comes to relationships.
Yeah.
Yeah, I've been... Me, too.
Did you ever think
that maybe we just needed a different plan?
Wait! Stop! Stop right there.
Now, go back.
Okay, stop. Now go forward, slowly.
Now here it comes.
There! Right there!
That's it! That's how I figured it out!
That's what Mom does when I'm upset.
She fluffs up my hair
and tells me to be brilliant
or shine like the sun,
and it always makes me feel better.
- She is a great mom.
So you're absolutely positive,
Absolutely.
Is it?
- Mom! Mom!
- Hey!
I'm so glad it's you.
- Well, who else would it be?
- Nobody.
- Good morning, Will.
- Hey, Sarah.
Mom, can Dad come with us to the zoo?
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