Get Real Page #6

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Uh, I'm busy lunchtime.

Steve,

- do you like me or not--

- Yeah, of course I like you.

No. Do you like me--

Um--

- You kissed me the other night.

- I kissed you--

And at the ball you said

you had your eye on someone.

[Sighs] Look, Jessica,

I've been meaning to talk to you--

- Oh, God.

- I'm sorry. It was my fault.

How could I have been

so stupid--

Sorry, I-- Something you said--

Something I'm not allowed

to say.

Did, um--did you get home

all right last night--

- Not exactly.

- What happened--

- I was picked up by the police.

- And--

Well, what do you think--

They just gave me a lecture about

the park being out of bounds at night--

cause it's full of

disgusting people like us.

- Are you okay--

- Being a bit reckless, aren't you--

Look, um-- can we meet up again soon--

It's more difficult now. My parents

weren't thrilled about last night.

Look.

That's my mobile number.

If you can escape,

call.

Please.

All right. I suppose I can

fit you in later on in the week.

[Voice On TV]

Who are you--

Answer!

Uh, is it okay

if I just pop over to Linda's--

Yeah, okay.

Don't be too late back.

- Hello, beautiful.

- You do recognize me, then.

- I was talking to the car.

- [Starts Engine]

[Phone Buttons Clicking]

Hi, Johnny. Listen, I managed to sneak

out. Can you make it to the canal--

Uh, tonight's not convenient.

I'm busy.

Convenient--

Johnny, I'm-I'm--

Hang on a minute.

You're breaking up.

Wh-What's so important

you can't see me--

Um, Steve, I'm, uh-- I'm training.

- When do you think you'll finish--

- I don't know. I've gotta go.

John. Johnny.

Sorry.

We won't be disturbed again.

I'll see you soon.

- Ring me when you get back.

- See ya.

Steve--

- Steve! Steve, wait!

-Just get out of my life.

[Sniffles]

Training-- What for--

- You lied to me.

- Steve, will you just--

- You lied to me!

- Steve!

Steve, I-I haven't even spoken

to Christina since the ball.

Honestly.

But don't you see--

If I see her from time to time, then no

one will suspect that you and me are--

- Oh, so you're just using her.

- Yeah! No, I mean I--

If she means nothing to you why didn't

you tell me you were seeing her tonight--

It can't work, John.

I can't stand it.

Okay.

You want the truth, right--

I wanted to see Christina

tonight.

Great.

So now I know.

Just listen, will you--

You don't know!

You don't know

what it's like--being me.

-John.

- I went out with Christina because--

[Sighs]

I needed to feel good about--

myself.

- And did you--

- All I felt--

all I felt was that I was

going through the motions--

holding her, kissing her,

hoping we'd drive past

Kevin and the gang--

so they can see me with

the most beautiful girl in town.

And she is.

She's really--

I like her.

I really like her.

Do you-- do you love her--

Steven, I love you.

H-How do I know that--

Well, if will make you feel better,

I won't see Christina anymore.

Oh, Johnny,

don't you see

that's not enough--

I want to make you feel good about

yourself. I want you to be proud of us.

But you're not!

You're ashamed to be seen with me. You

don't want people to know we're friends!

God, when other people are around,

you don't even want to talk to me!

- [Sighs] I will.

- Liar.

I will! J-Just one more chance.

I'll prove I love you.

Please.

You need a shave.

- I shaved last month. [Sniffles]

- [Laughs]

-- I wanna be Bobby's girl --

-- I wanna be

Bobby's girl --

-- [Hums]

-- I wanna be

Bobby's girl --

-- I wanna be

Bobby's girl --

Blimey.

- Thought you had a driving lesson.

- I have.

Hello.

Where's Bob--

You've just got to

give him time.

He'll come round.

He's probably scared

of commitment and stuff.

He's a bastard.

A married bastard.

A married bastard with kids.

God, Lins.

I'm so sorry.

Don't feel sorry for me.

So, Julie--

You don't mind

if I call you Julie, do you--

Hop in.

You all right--

- It's at half past 5:00 tonight.

- I don't think I can make it.

Your friends--bring them, definitely.

Hi, Steve.

Hi.

Got some good news. I'll meet you

at the top gates at lunchtime.

These are the two, um, designs for the-- [Continues, Indistinct]

F*** me.

- Sorry, Mark--

- Sorry, sir. Listen to this.

Get Real. Anonymous. I am a pupil

at this school, I am 1 6 and I am gay.--

Bloody hell!

Someone once wrote

that one's real life--

is so often the life

that one does not lead.

I wish I could lead

my real life.

I am writing this article

because I'm angry,

and because I want to impress

on all of you parents--

that your assumption that

your children are heterosexual--

may be causing them pain.--

[Wendy] Aren't there

two S's in assumption--

- Let me see this.

- [Mark] We can't print this.

Why not-- It sounds great! It'll

give people something to talk about.

Yeah, and it's a lot more interesting

than Walking in the Cotswolds,

or whatever it could replace.

- Didn't you authorize this, sir--

- No. No, I didn't.

Someone in this room did.

We're the only ones with the password.

I did. It was handed in anonymously,

and I thought it was well-written--

and thought-provoking.

It certainly is.

Look, I'll read it, but I'll have

to talk to the Head about this.

- Can you print it out for me, Mark--

- Sure.

[Students Chattering]

- Why didn't you just tell me--

- [Scoffs] Yeah, right.

You could've.

I told you--stuff.

Yeah, I know.

I wanted to, especially

when I realized that--

But I was protecting

someone else.

He's a lucky guy,

whoever he is.

So am I.

Hang on. You said it was

someone at the ball.

So he's at this school.

Oh, wow.

Who is it--

Tell me. Go on.

I won't tell a soul, I promise.

It's not Mark--

- Oh, Wendy'll be-- - It's not Mark.

Yeah, well, I was right about one thing:

You are different from other blokes.

- Sh*t! Bloody fascist.

- What--

Alcock won't let us print

that gay article.

Something about this sort of thing

having no place in a decent school.

He's such a bloody fascist!

Disgusted at Basingstoke--

strikes again.

Well, that's it.

There's nothing we can do.

There is.

We can print an empty page with the word

Censored-- running across it.

We owe that much to the poor bugger

who wrote it, don't we--

Oh, I'm sure the poor bugger

will be delighted.

[Chattering]

Uh, no.

I'll catch you later.

- Guess what.

- You're pregnant.

No. My parents are going away for

the whole weekend. Well, how bout it--

Ooh, I'll have to

think about it.

-- When you're lyin-- on your back in a field --

-- When you're sinkin-- in the bluegrass --

-- And it feels

so incredibly real --

-- And a minute is

a day passed --

-- Let's get up early

head for the sun --

-- Just me and you

my beautiful one --

- [Laughing]

- F***! You bastard! You bastard!

And it's the magnificent Dixon

out in front by a mile!

- Dixon wins again!

- We'll see about that.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Oh!

Hi, boss.

Oh, hi, Kev.

Um,

I was just going jogging,

thought you might want to come.

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