Girl Asleep Page #2

- Ones her own age, too.

- Um, can we just eat

and not talk, please?

- And how old are you, Elliott?

- I'm 14.

I'll be 15 in December.

I can't wait.

- Greta's turning 15 soon.

- Hey, you should have like

an awesome party or something.

That'd be so awesome.

- No, it wouldn't.

- Conrad?

Can you help me with the

pudding for a second?

- Good shot.

You should play hockey.

- She needs encouraging.

She needs to come

out of her shell.

- Janet, no!

- Oh, come on.

We need to strike

while the iron's hot.

- No!

No, I don't think

it's a good idea.

- She's ready.

She just needs a bit

of a nudge, that's all.

- Who needs a nudge?

What are you talking about?

- Fudge.

Just need some fudge,

but we don't have any.

Do we, Conrad?

- No.

No fudge here.

- Hey, the bell has gone, move!

- Sorry, miss Shitstick.

- Excuse me?

What did you say?

- Shiswick.

I said, sorry miss Shiswick.

Jesus!

- Come on, gen, I'm gonna

get busted if I'm late.

- No, we wouldn't want

her to get busted now,

would we babes?

- No, she's definitely

not ready for that.

- Pink slip, office, now.

- Awesome, thanks.

- Don't worry, the day's

about to get shittier anyway.

- Ah, hello, yes!

With bells on.

This is gonna be so awesome.

I'm gonna wear a suit!

- Oh god!

Oh god!

- It's just a little celebratory

get together, that's all.

- But I don't want a party.

- Oh, just be

grateful, will you?

I never got offered anything

when I was your age.

All I got was, "oh, which

pizza hut do you wanna go to?"

- And what's wrong

with pizza hut?

The have puzzles

on the place mats.

That's very clever.

- What's all the hubbub in here?

- Oh, Jesus,

put some clothes on!

- I told you I

didn't want a party.

- We just want to meet more

of your friends, that's all.

Show you off a little.

You're becoming a

beautiful young woman,

but you always hide your

light under a bushel.

- What?

- I'll get you a new dress,

and we'll get your

hair and makeup done.

We can all do it!

- She doesn't need too much

gussying up though, does she?

Not my little girl.

- Mum, please don't do this.

- It's important.

I just want you to come out

of your shell a little more.

It'll be good for you.

- But...

- no buts.

It's happening, all right?

End of story.

- Dad, she's not

even listening to me.

- I think you're overreacting

a little bit, pumpkin.

- I'm not overreacting!

- You are.

- Do you wanna destroy my life?

I don't want a party!

- Your mum's already

gone to a lot of trouble.

- Neither of you are listening!

- Turn it down a bit, please.

- No!

Get this through

your thick skulls!

I don't want a party!

- Greta!

- No f***ing party, all right?

- You okay?

- No.

- What's going on?

Come on.

I hate seeing you

like this, pumpkin.

I miss my happy little girl.

You remember her?

Hmm?

Where'd she go?

- She's still here.

- Look, in the end

it's up to you,

but it'd mean the

world to your mother.

She's only trying to help.

Mmm.

Hmm?

Just think about it.

I'm sure you'll feel

better about it later.

If you push her.

- Stop it!

- Then she'll treat you

- I said

- the same way gen does.

- Stop it!

- She's not ready for this.

She doesn't want a birthday.

- Oh, yes, yes,

and you know what

she wants, do you?

Don't touch me like that!

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

- You know I hate it.

- Well, am I that

repulsive, am I?

- I can't talk to you.

- Well, if I

disgust you that much.

- I am not talking to you.

I am not.

- Hello?

- Don't you dare!

- What else can I do?

- How dare you say that to me?

- Jesus, you

can be so cold sometimes.

- Oh, this again!

- I'm just trying to tell you.

- I don't want to hear anymore.

- Oh, great.

- I've had it, I've had enough.

- You're just

gonna freeze me out then?

- I'm sorry about before.

- I wasn't doing it to be mean.

- I know.

And you're right.

I want the party.

- You won't

regret this, darling.

You won't regret

this one little bit.

- Greta, Greta, get out here!

What do you think?

Hey?

Huh?

Huh?

- Genevieve, give me a hand

with these decorations,

will you?

They're not gonna hang

themselves now, are they?

- I'm making a playlist, Janet.

- Oh, none of that Benwit

tremit rubbish, please.

- It's Benoit Tremet.

- It's way too

sexualized for my liking,

thank you very much.

- What's wrong

with a bit of sexy?

- Where do you

want me to put this, Janet?

- Oh, yeah, um, yeah, just

put that outside, Adam,

thank you.

- Sweet.

- Conrad!

Did you get the ice?

- Sorry?

What was that?

- Ice!

- Yeah.

Ice.

- What are you doing?

Are you okay?

- I should never

have agreed to this.

- Well, you remember my 15th.

Be careful.

Weird sh*t can happen.

Case in point.

Come on.

- Oh, stop it.

- You do not look

your age, Janet.

- Oh!

- Seriously, you two

could be sisters.

Oh!

- Oh.

Give me that.

Ah.

- Oh, hey, babes.

- You're not

flirting with my mum, are you?

- Totally.

All the ladies in

your family are hot.

- I have a husband, you know.

- I think I just threw

up a little in my mouth.

- Can we keep moving, please?

- Bloody hell!

- What have ya done?

- Who put the mousse

on top of the ham?

- It wasn't set yet!

Why were you moving it?

- All I did was open

the bloody fridge!

It's not my bloody fault!

- I don't have time for this!

- Ah!

- Tada!

- Oh, mum, no, please, no.

I don't want to.

Mm-mm.

- So.

What do you do?

- I'm in carpet.

- Yeah, right.

Carpet.

Like shag pile?

- That's one of our lines.

- I hope you're

both sitting down.

Ready?

- What?

I look horrible, don't I?

- Whoa.

- You look beautiful, darling.

You're so grown up.

- You're beautiful.

- Whoa.

You...

- don't say another word,

or I will seriously punch

you in the frigging balls.

None of this was my idea.

They've painted me up

like a stupid doll.

I don't even like

wearing dresses.

You can speak, you know?

- But you said you were

gonna punch me in the balls.

- You don't have to be

so literal, Elliott.

- Good, 'cause I

value my texticles.

- I just feel

set upon, you know?

- Yeah, sure.

- I told them I

didn't want a party.

I didn't want people

I hardly knew here.

I mean, they'll

take one look at me

and think I'm a

complete deadshit moron.

- Probably.

Hey.

What do you think of my suit?

- It's nice.

I'd much rather

wear that than this.

- Seriously?

- Yeah, I mean you

might even get lucky tonight.

- With who?

- I hear Denise

Mackel might be coming.

She's got her eye

on you, you know?

- Which one?

Denise Mackel's got crazy eyes.

- Greta?

- Oh my godfather,

people are arriving!

Somebody get that!

- Oh god.

- Elliott!

Get in here and help me

with these vol-au-vents.

- Greta, you can do this.

I know you can.

Are you using

anchovy paste, Janet?

You need to use anchovy paste,

if you're gonna get that

right kind of salty.

- Hi, Greta, great party!

Where's the party?

Oh, mum said I had

to get you a present.

It's a cat.

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