Juno Page #26

A wave of REALIZATION crosses Juno's face.

JUNO:

I sort of already have.

MAC:

Well, of course. Your old D-A-D! You

know I'll always be there to love

and support you, no matter what kind

of pickle you're in.

He nods toward her belly.

MAC:

Obviously.

Juno laughs and hugs her father, planting a smooch on his

cheek.

JUNO:

I need to go out somewhere for just

a little while. I don't have any

homework, and I swear I'll be back

by ten.

She salutes and dashes out of the kitchen.

MAC:

You were talking about me, right?

MONTAGE:

INT. BLEEKER HOUSE - BLEEKER'S ROOM - NIGHT

We push in over Bleeker sleeping in his car-bed towards the

window. We look out onto the lawn to find Juno and Leah

running back to the Previa, hopping in, and screeching off.

EXT. BLEEKER HOUSE - MORNING

Bleeker steps out of the house for his usual early-morning

run. He looks down to see a message scrawled in chalk on the

stoop:
"BLEEKER -- CHECK THE MAIL."

He walks down to the end of the driveway and opens the latch

on the mailbox.

At least one hundred containers of ORANGE TIC TACS come

pouring out in an colorful deluge. They spill out onto the

driveway. Bleeker smiles.

EXT. DANCING ELK SCHOOL - TRACK - MORNING

Juno waddles toward the field. The guys on the track team,

ridiculously arrayed as usual, are doing hurdler stretches.

They stare at her quizzically. Bleeker spots Juno approaching

and jogs up to the chainlink fence.

BLEEKER:

Did you put like a hundred things of

Tic Tacs in my mailbox?

JUNO:

Yeah. That was me.

BLEEKER:

Why?

JUNO:

(blushes)

Because they're your fave. And you

can never have too much of your

favorite one-calorie breath mint.

BLEEKER:

Well... thanks. I think I'm pretty

much set until college on the Tic

Tac front.

JUNO:

You know, I've been thinking. I'm

really sorry I was such a huge b*tch

to you. You didn't deserve that. You

never deserve any of the poo I unload

on you.

BLEEKER:

You know it's okay.

JUNO:

Also, I think I'm in love with you.

BLEEKER:

What, you mean as friends?

JUNO:

No, for real. I think you are the

coolest person I've ever met. And

you don't even have to try.

BLEEKER:

I try really hard, actually...

JUNO:

No, you're naturally smart. You always

think of the funniest things to do.

Remember when you passed me that

postcard during Spanish class, and

it was addressed like, "Junebug

MacGuff, Row 4, Third Seat From the

Blackboard"? And it said, "I'm having

fun in Barcelona -- wish you were

here"? That was hilarious.

BLEEKER:

I was just bored. I only think school

is awesome like, 80% of the time.

JUNO:

Plus, you're the only person who

doesn't stare at my stomach all the

f***ing time. You actually look at

my face. And every time I look at

you, the baby starts kicking me super

hard.

BLEEKER:

It does?

Juno presses Bleeker's hand against her belly.

BLEEKER:

Wizard!

JUNO:

I think it's because my heart starts

pounding when I see you.

BLEEKER:

Mine too.

JUNO:

Basically, I'm completely smitten

with you, and I don't care if I'm

making an ass out of myself right

now, because you've seen me make an

ass out of myself a million times,

and you still want to be my friend.

BLEEKER:

Well, yeah. You're the best friend

I've ever had, even when you're being

kind of evil.

JUNO:

That's all I need from you. That's

more than I could ever ask for. You're

just golden, dude.

BLEEKER:

Can we make out now?

JUNO:

Okay.

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