F*** the Prom Page #8

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with you.

We all grew up together.

The only people

in our entire lives

we'll be able to

say that about.

And here we are, using all these

new forms of communication

not to bring us all together,

but to rip each other apart.

Movies have been made

for decades

about how cruel we are

to each other.

And we can relate.

Just nothing ever happens.

High school is just

a popularity contest.

But for some reason,

that's not good enough.

So we created an actual

popularity contest...

for prom king and queen.

To verify just how unpopular

the rest of us are.

What is up with that?

Prom.

[in normal voice]

F*** the prom!

Yeah, f*** the prom.

F*** the prom!

Yeah, f*** the prom.

F*** the prom.

F*** the prom.

F*** the prom.

[all chanting]

F*** the prom.

F*** the prom.

F*** the prom.

F*** the prom.

F*** the prom.

F*** the prom.

F*** the prom.

F*** the prom.

F*** the prom.

- [dance music playing]

- [all cheering]

Wait, can we have a second?

Make it quick.

I knew this would happen.

We didn't even

get to dance.

I've told you.

I'm shomer. I can't...

[cop] All right,

that's enough.

That's enough.

Back up. Back up.

You're gonna be in the sex offender

list for the rest of your life, kid.

Definitely worth it.

[romantic music playing]

Do you wanna dance?

Sure.

No. I'm sorry.

Can't... Can't do it.

Nope, can't do it.

[boy] Felicity.

Felicity.

Felicity Stufts.

You don't respond to

your own name anymore?

Well, no one's called

me that since...

[sighs] Well, you.

Dance with me, Felicity.

You wanna dance?

Yes!

Let's go.

Cole, can we talk?

[camera clicks]

Moments like these

should remain unfiltered.

Right?

[grunting]

Well, they let me out

on probation,

but I'm on the sex offenders

list indefinitely.

Let's discuss the fact

that we're trending.

F*** the prom.

So awesome.

Why wasn't I

speaking before?

[girl] Oh, my God.

Maddy's hair.

[boy] This is

the same hairstyle...

[girl gasps]

[boy] That hair, though.

The hair, it's the same!

[students speak indistinctly]

Dadner.

Cole, wait.

Just give him a few

more days to cool off.

Yeah.

[knock on door]

Well, hello.

To what do I

owe the pleasure?

[sighs] Is Cole here?

He's probably up playing

68 sided dice game somewhere.

Perfect. Can I come in?

I'm looking for something.

Yeah.

Oh, and do you know what

school Cole's art show is for?

[Ken] I don't care.

Tuck me in

And turn me on

Sight seeing

Set off like a bomb

You gotta take

You gotta take sometime

You gotta wake

You gotta wake up sometime

[Statszill] Cole Reed.

Yeah!

Kane Heely.

Felicity Stufts.

TJ...

Brian Hertsenburg.

Larry Max.

Abby Klein.

Emile Clan.

Also, I love talking.

Whoo!

Maddy "the bomb" Dadner.

Whoo!

[cheering]

[Christine] That's my girl!

You know, you may have cleaned

up your act a little bit,

but I still think

you're weird.

Oh, said the lonely perv.

True.

[all cheering]

So you got in.

So I did.

[chuckles]

When do you leave?

Right now.

Yeah, it starts

this weekend.

Are we gonna make

one of those stupid

high-school-best-friend-pacts

to keep in touch?

I mean, if that's what

you need to

protect your

vulnerable feelings.

Me? Vulnerable?

Mr. I-Made-A-Speech-At-Prom-

With-My-Pants-Around-My-Ankles.

Says Ms. I-Saved-My-Ex-Bf-

Who-Used-To-Give-Me-Rubber-Bands.

Shut up.

Thank you for...

not making high school

completely suck.

Are we supposed to

hug now or something?

All right, guys.

Selfie time.

I thought once your

hair got boring

you didn't care

about selfies, Dadner.

Shut up and

get in the picture.

Sorry, I'm out.

Wait, what?

How come?

- Okay.

- Gotta go.

Dude, you're just

gonna leave?

Leave me hanging?

Come on. Come on, Cole.

Cole.

I gotta go, guys.

- Maddy, come on.

- Gosh.

Cole...

Dude, I don't know how you

haven't figured this out yet,

but Maddy's the whole reason

you got into art school.

What are you talking about?

She was the one that sent your

portfolio to Head of Admissions.

How do you not

know this?

Because nobody

told me that.

Oh, my God.

You are such a dumb boy.

Thank God I'm off to college

where real men await.

What am I supposed

to do?

Thank her?

[doorbell rings]

Hey.

Can we talk?

Yeah, of course.

I owe you

a huge thank you.

Huh. For what?

Being a terrible friend,

or for ruining your prom?

You know exactly what

I'm talking about.

Cole, you're one of the most

incredible people I've ever met.

Not to mention hands down

most talented.

I could't live with myself

if you didn't make it into your

dream school because of me.

What's this?

A going away present.

But you're the one moving.

Should I have given you a gift?

You already have.

Come on, open it.

[sentimental music]

It says you love me.

Is that real, or is that

just the story?

It's not fiction.

We shouldn't...

Can't you stay till

the end of summer,

before school starts?

I don't think so.

Things got so intense

between us so quickly,

I think it might be best

if we're just friends.

Yeah, you're probably right.

Do you think college will

be easier than high school?

I hope so.

So, what do we do now?

[soft rock music playing]

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