Her Best Move Page #5

And... And we were talking.

And then we sort of stopped talking.

And he kissed you, didn't he?

- Tutti!

- I'm sorry!

This is exciting. Did you kiss him back?

Uh-huh.

Yeah! So how'd you leave it?

Well, I saw him this morning

and we're printing the rest of the pictures.

And we're going to Spring Fling together.

Oh, my gosh!

You really like him, don't you?

Yeah.

Can't waste my time

hanging out at the mall

Yeah

I'm making my peace

'cause I trust this place

With you, my people

I'm a freshman here, so this is my base

With you, my people

I'm a rhyming ace

My life isn't going to waste

but I trust this place

With you, my people

Where my people at?

- Hi.

- Hello.

- I know it's not any of my business...

- You're right.

It's not.

Look, I think that you and the team

- could cut Sara a little bit of slack.

- Oh, really?

I know you think Sara's playing for herself,

but she's not.

I see. And when did you become

such a soccer expert?

I'm not, but I know Sara a little,

and you don't have to boss her around.

She's playing for the team.

- Interesting.

- What?

You sticking up for Sara,

while she's going around telling everyone

that you kiss like a dead squid.

What?

You know, in the darkroom.

Did she say that?

I'm sorry.

I wasn't supposed to say anything.

- Hi.

- Hi.

All right. Right here on the count of three.

One, two, three.

All right, smile. Look right here.

And a second. All right.

Now, can you scoot together

just a little bit?

Try to get a little tighter.

Yeah, you're not allowed

to have fun, okay? So no smiles.

All right, now tilt your head

a little bit this way, but eyes towards me.

Two, three.

All right. Cool.

Hi.

Hi.

I guess I got it wrong.

I thought we were gonna develop

those pictures today.

No, you got it right.

All right, shift a little bit to the right.

- Well, did you wanna do it later then?

- Look at me, again.

No, I already printed them.

Yeah, they weren't any good,

so I tossed them.

- You threw them away?

- I didn't know you had a girlfriend, Joshie.

I don't.

Thanks. We're all done here.

- What's the problem?

- I don't know. You tell me.

You don't need an attitude adjustment,

do you?

Me?

I'm not the one

with the attitude problem around here.

- Excuse me?

- Hey, why don't you announce

the Sara and Josh club meeting

in the darkroom?

- That would be great.

- What is going on?

Maybe you should just go

to the dance by yourself.

Look, I thought we were

on the same wavelength here, but...

Same wavelength?

I guess I was wrong.

I'm gonna go do some stuff.

Like what?

Hang out in your janky darkroom

and play with your stupid puzzles?

Get the ball. Go!

Right behind you. Come on!

Here. Regina!

- Here. Here, here!

- Sara!

Sara!

Lexi, in for Sara. Sara, over here.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

We need to talk.

So, what's going on?

I'm just tired. Been training with my dad.

I played four years for your father at Cal.

He pushed us hard.

But I was 20 years old

and I knew what I wanted.

Meaning?

You need to think about

where you want to be with this sport,

what you want out of it.

My dad does that.

Maybe you should be in on it.

Lori, my dad's training can get me

on the National Team.

But if you really want to play at that level,

it can't be to please your dad.

This is what I want, Lori.

Look, I'll train harder, okay?

You still don't know how good you are.

There comes a time

when you have to lead your life, Sara,

not just follow it.

- Hey, kiddo, what's up?

- The usual.

Hey, I got something for you.

The shoe rep dropped off a load today.

- What do you think?

- Sweet.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Right at me!

Nice shot. Right at me!

Not much of a goalkeeper.

Yeah. Regina says he's the only Brazilian

who can't play soccer.

See how she keeps her head down low?

So, when did you know you wanted

to make soccer your whole life?

I don't know. Junior year in high school.

Quit football, found soccer.

I cared more about soccer

than anything else.

You still do.

Well, I like to think there's some things

I care about more, like my daughter.

And Mom?

Sara, it's not like we're running out

to get a divorce, okay?

We just need some time to sort things out.

Okay.

So, high school, soccer...

Great players back then,

Pel, Maradona, Beckenbauer.

They were gods on the field.

And you were a god, too, right?

Well, it was pretty cool.

I know.

When I'm on the field,

I don't even have to think.

- I just go.

- I know.

But you gave it up.

Well, not much choice there, kiddo.

Come on. Right at me.

Dad, there are other things

we can talk about besides soccer, right?

- Of course.

- Like things happening in the world?

- Sure.

- Like what?

Like... Like everything. Like... I don't know.

Manchester United may trade

Wayne Rooney to Juventus.

- Lame, Dad. Lame.

- Well, okay. Hang on. Hang on.

- Come on. Come on, you can get it.

- Come on, right at me.

Oh, man.

Her arms are flailing all over the place.

She's got to keep her upper body quiet...

- Dad!

- What?

Hey, forgetting something?

- Later, dude.

- Love you, kiddo.

What do you mean, Florida?

I thought you said that the National trains right here in California.

It's a brand-new training center,

just for women.

State of the art facilities,

sports medicine, everything she needs.

Everything she needs, 3,000 miles away.

- Okay, it's a bit of a challenge.

- As if we need more challenges right now!

- But it is such an opportunity!

- For who?

She's been playing soccer

since she could walk, Gil.

- Why can't you just give it a couple years?

- Who knows where she'll be then?

Julia, she can play with the best players

in the country right now.

Great. And then we'll all be living alone.

Don't blame soccer for that.

I don't.

I just wanna know where this is headed.

I gotta get back to work.

You are looking so fine today, babe.

Like you could be a supermodel!

- What is that about?

- It's just the Doogster. He's harmless.

So what's up with photo boy?

You've been suspiciously silent.

I don't even know.

He asked me to the dance

and then totally ditched me.

- Well, some guys are just whack.

- Not me, doll.

No way I'd treat major babes like you

with such disrespect.

Do you mind?

This is a private conversation, junior.

You have to go to the dance.

I did the decorations!

No guy wants to dance

with a jock, or jock-ette.

Sara, you're not just a jock-ette.

It would be complete poetic justice

if you showed up at the dance

and Josh would see

all these guys checking you out.

'Cause that'll happen.

You don't have a clue, do you?

Just let the Tutster work her magic.

I don't know about this, Tuts.

Don't freak out. This color is so you.

Hey. What's going on?

Just making your daughter

drop-dead gorgeous, Mrs. Davis.

- Mission impossible, right, Mom?

- Not at all.

Hey, can I help?

All right, I may be your mom,

but I still know a few tricks.

Well, actually, we could use some help

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