Heartbeats Page #3

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or he'll toss it out.

He's an airhead.

- Bye.

- Have a nice day.

The county's so beautiful.

We tend to forget.

Audrey Hepburn!

reaMast at Tiany's.

That's where it's from! l forgot!

l adoreAudrey Hepburn!

Me...

Gotta piss. Be right back.

Marie?

l love you.

l love you too.

Frankie, too. l love the dude.

l mean, he's so meet!

- A bit shy, but...

- Over-sensitive?

Yeah.

- In what way, sensitive?

- No, nothing.

No, it'sjust he's...

He's a romantic.

He imagines things about people.

What do you mean?

I'm just he imagines things,

about anything, anyone...

If you give him too much amection,

or touch him too much...

Like, for him,

"l love you" is

"l love you."

You can say it to me.

l undentand these kind of things.

But him...

Anay...

Lunch is on me.

River.

Yeah, it's beautiful.

I'm crazy.

Yeah, the county is beautiful.

You forget eveything.

All the sh*t that drives you crazy.

You forget.

Next marshmallow?

Not me, thanks.

Frankie?

OK.

You don't know how to eat 'em.

Why?

You eat your manhmallow too fast.

You're not tasting it.

Amarshmallow's like a striptease.

Step by step.

- Have another...

- No.

Man, I'm full, l swear.

Come on.

Now do as l say.

Start by taking om its coat.

Come again?

Its coat.

Its little peel, its skin.

The burned, golden layer.

Start with that.

OK.

Good start. Now,

using your palate and incisors,

pull ofF the second part

by applying a teeny

slight pressure.

But you leave...

you leave a thin core.

And then...

You're so drunk.

OK, I'm going to bed.

You're angy?

No no, just tired.

- You OK?

- Yeah, yeah.

Guys?

Whatever! Whatever!

Whatever! Whatever!

Yeah, it's me.

Yes, on the clim.

Yes. No, I'm going to take the bus.

An emergency. l forgot l had

an emergency in Montral.

I'll take the bus in an hour.

Don't go to any trouble for me.

It's fine.

I'll just take the bus.

Bye.

Marie!

it!

Marie, f***!

What's your f***ing problem?

Hey, guys?

l've had it with the county.

I'm going home.

Love me or leave me.

We've been waiting

outside the hotel for

Endless!

I'm raining.

Abitchy little drizzle like,

you know,

someone's goddamn spitting

in your face.

My balls are ice cold,

I'm insanely bored.

Julie's reading some poems by...

Jacques Brault.

I'm taking forever,

he's late, we're bored.

But Julie's gonna shoot herself

if we bail.

There's an old doorman

from Colorado.

No idea what he's doing there.

But he's nice so we chat.

Finally he shows up.

That b*tch is like...

He's wearing

his vintage Na jacket.

He's cute. He's tall and...

We're there so Julie

can make her move.

I'm now or never. Problem is,

the guy

is with someone.

Another guy!

Also cute and tall.

l glance at Julie.

Her face looks like sh*t.

Dude's like,

"Sory, l lost. l late."

You don't call, you don't write,

or talk to her. Over.

If you know she's at a party or bar,

you don't go.

It took me about a year.

The lucky ones get over it

in mo weeks, mo months,

mo days...

Evey time l saw her l figured

I'd get cramps,

bejealous of her new BF.

But no.

l got over it.

I:

Autumn leaves fell

SnOW Came.

Christmas, and my cousins

with their dumb girlfriends.

Spring, summer, fall and...

I got over it.

Just a bad memoy.

Amemoy like many others.

When I think ofwhat I did,

the money I blew

to get her to love me...

I think of it all and

I'm so ashamed that...

I start to...

to sing.

To sing, f***!

I sing in the living room,

in the shower

doing the dishes.

I sing.

I hit Send.

I mean, enough's enough.

Smell the comee.

Not spend my whole life on Hotmail.

I mean, it's cute at first, but...

I'm such a high.

You know, the feeling

when your Inbox has new messages,

in bold.

You have mail!

The nanosecond after you click

and it appears.

He wrote.

You're even happier cause twice

your Inbox's been in bold.

An email from f***ing Amazon.ca!

Or a lampshade warehouse sale.

I'm in a caf. I'm waiting for him.

And he's late.

But only a minute,

so it's not serious.

So, stage one:

loving his being late.

You go, it makes him human,

gives him sex appeal.

Stage mo:

Checking my agenda. You know,

I question myself.

Maybe I got it wrong.

I invent scenarios.

I picture myself arriving late

at another caf.

So I look where I am and

I'm in the right place.

I'm been 32 minutes.

Stage three:

I tell myself I don't mind waiting.

I keep myself busy, I read.

I pretend to read.

The same f***ing paragraph.

I go to the bathroom, order stum.

Now I hate him.

I insult him in my head.

I think of cool quotes that'll be

perfect for when he shows up.

I'm been 39 minutes.

He arrives.

All out of breath.

Handsome.

TraMc was bad.

Yeah.

So I excuse him. I say,

of course, only normal

that he's late.

Cause...

Cause I'm weak and

someone you put on a pedestal

is always right.

F*** it.

Rejection's tough but...

it's over with.

No?

I'm like a guillotine.

But...

waiting for an answer,

spending weeks thinking I'm sh*t,

while he goes, is she crazy?

I'm like getting your head

chopped om in slo-mo.

I'm like a long, lingering No.

But at a certain point,

you get fed up.

You crack.

You crack and

eveything's filthy.

Eveything's dark and

burned out.

So I hit Send.

You're smoking a lot.

Compared to last time.

I smoked as much then.

I love to smoke.

Smoking a cigarette is like

forgetting.

When I hit rock bottom

it's all I have.

Light up, smoke up,

shut the f*** up.

It hides the sh*t.

The smoke hides

the sh*t.

There's menthol and vanilla.

Some people like 'em.

Menthol cigarette.

Vanilla cigarette.

Chocolate cigarette.

Cigarette cigarette.

Cigarettes clearly keep me

from going crazy.

Keeps me alive.

It keeps me alive

until I die.

Are you

all right?

Fint snowfall!

So,

it's been a while since

we saw each other in the county.

And I was wondering,

if there was some misunderstanding,

or awkyardness?

If you were angy or...

You know, about the episode

of our bucolic wrestle.

That's it. Just a little game between

Marie and me.

We're old friends.

I thought of you because

they're showing

My fair Lady on TV.

I saw it in the TV listings.

My Fair Lady's on tonight.

I called cause I thought

it'd be fun to watch.

It'd be fun to watch together.

If you feel like it. Here.

Or at your place or...

Anyway, if you're not busy.

So then...

Yes, this is Nicolas's voin mail.

So leave me a message.

I wait for you in the season

that is ours.

We have to talk.

No, you know, I'm someonewho...

No, I...

I like being with you.

I feel...

I feel good.

Yeah, I like being with you.

OK.

Imagine...

lmagine that

let's say, we have a friend

and he meets a guy.

He meets a nice guy,

funny, charming,

handsome, of course.

He's intelligent. He's...

cultivated.

Vey open-minded.

So much that you go,

"Wow, he's so open-minded!"

You're touched.

That's what seduces you,

touches you.

He touches you.

He's tender and fun.

Let's say you meet this nice guy,

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