Kelly & Cal Page #6

Thank God for Special Teens.

He absolutely refused to see

a traditional therapist.

- Yeah, that sounds like Cal.

- Yes.

I want to assure you

that I-I-I understand

the-the-the privacy

of your process,

but he has been off

his antidepressants

for... for two months now,

and he seems fine,

but I-I can't help but worry.

So if you ever hear any language

or see any behavior

that could be troubling,

you will let me know?

- Of course.

- Mom.

- Hi, Cal.

- What are you doing in here?

- I'm just doing

a little cleaning.

- You mean snooping?

- I was not snooping.

Come on.

- Well, do you mind?

It's a private session.

- Calvin, consider me gone.

- So...

- Yeah, I missed you yesterday.

- I was with my in-laws.

- I thought maybe

you were avoiding me.

- No.

I brought pie.

- I love pie.

- Yeah, I thought so.

Let's go to the park.

It's so stuffy in here.

- Well, what about the pie?

- We'll bring it, have a picnic.

- I got to hand it to Bev.

That is the best pie

I've ever had.

You have a little bit of

meringue over there.

- Thank you.

- Smoke?

- I have to quit.

Josh can smell it in my hair.

- When's the last time

Josh smelled your hair?

- And you shouldn't be smoking

either.

- Why?

I'm not f***ing pregnant.

- Well, I'm not gonna

lecture you.

- Good, 'cause life's

too f***ing short.

- It is short.

It's short and precious.

Don't squander it.

- Wow.

That's, like, beautiful, man.

- You're still young, Cal.

- Yes, I've got so many years

ahead of me

to obsess about

what my life could have been.

- You can't just let that chair

be the only thing

that defines you.

- You just really don't know

what the f***

you're talking about,

so you should probably

just shut up right now, okay?

- You can't just define yourself

by the things you've lost.

- Give me something else.

- Hey.

What are you doing down here?

- Believe me,

I can hear him down here.

- Okay.

Wow, look how young we were.

- I'm trying to figure out

what to do about...

Cal.

- Who?

The kid in the wheelchair?

- Yeah.

Him.

- Haven't you done enough

already?

You were so hot,

that bass

slung over your shoulder

and your bra strap

all hanging out.

- He used to be an artist,

like you.

- "Used to be."

- He used to draw, like you.

- Yeah, well, will he become

a corporate sell-out

like me too?

- No, he had a spinal injury

and lost

all his fine motor function.

- He can't draw?

Okay, that sucks.

- Yeah.

Yeah, it does.

- So what did you think?

Maybe some shitty pottery

might cheer him up?

- F*** you.

- Kelly.

Kelly, I was just kidding.

Jesus Christ, come on!

- What is that, a cadaver?

- It's your something else.

- It stinks.

- I want you to take this clay

and just put it in your hands.

First lesson, the coil pot.

You take a piece of clay

like this.

You can squeeze it

and make a snakelike formation,

and then you...

just wrap it

or coil it around itself.

It's really simple.

No fine motor skills

are required,

and you can make yourself

a great ashtray.

- Thought you were quitting.

- Yeah, I am,

but you don't have to.

- Don't watch.

- Okay.

- Where did you learn

this profoundly useful skill?

- "Expressions

in Three Dimensions."

It was my elective.

- Awesome.

- It's where I met Josh.

- You met Josh in art class?

- Yep.

He was an art major.

He was an art major?

- Why are you acting so shocked?

- I mean, have you seen the guy?

He's like the poster boy

for f***ing

Abercrombie & Douche.

- No, he isn't.

And he has to dress like that

for work.

He's in advertising.

- That makes sense.

- You know, everybody makes

compromises, Cal.

We all have to make sacrifices

in life,

and sometimes even when you do

all of that

and you play by the rules,

things still don't turn out

like you expected them to.

- I'm done.

- Can I look?

It's not quite to scale;

I'm a little bit bigger.

- A**hole.

- I'm an a**hole?

- Yeah.

- You're the one who turned into

Mother f***ing Teresa overnight.

- I'm just doing my best.

I'm-I'm just trying.

- What are you trying to do?

Help me adjust to my new life?

Help me contribute to society?

I thought you were

my f***ing friend!

- I am.

- Then quit jerking me around

with this art therapy sh*t.

I don't need your f***ing pity,

okay?

And a f***ing ashtray

isn't gonna make my life

worth living!

So if you need

some short little project

to make your life worth living,

why don't you go to the gym

and rehabilitate

your draggy, f***ing used up,

old, nasty ass?

Then maybe your husband

would f*** you!

- Hello?

- My God.

- Hello?

What are you doing?

- Hi.

I was just gonna take a bath.

- Wait.

- What?

What's this?

- It's an apology for...

everything.

See, I want you to know

that I haven't forgotten...

haven't forgotten who you are,

why I fell in love with you.

- What's wrong?

You don't like it?

- No, it's beautiful.

- Kelly.

Kel.

- Are you okay?

Look, Kelly,

I want to make you happy,

but I-I don't know what to do.

You know, I'm new to this too.

I'm trying.

Well, I'm going to bed.

- Hey.

Hey.

I know.

Yeah, I know.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Thanks, Bev.

- You're welcome.

- Anything interesting?

- This.

Fancy.

Mrs. Kelly Cooper.

- Let me see.

Special Teen Initiative.

- Is that from the young man

you were mentoring?

- I think so.

- What's it say?

- It says, "You are invited

to a special exhibition

this Saturday."

- Well, well, well,

look who came back

for another pottery lesson.

- I can't see you anymore.

- What?

- Um, this thing

that we have between us,

it was wrong,

and it was my fault,

and I shouldn't have,

let it go as far as it did.

And I thought

we were being friends.

That's what I told myself.

But I... we have to just...

- You're serious.

- I have a husband,

and I have a baby,

and I'm, like, twice your age.

I'm supposed to be a grownup.

I shouldn't have never... ever

let it get as far as it did.

- What's that?

I can't hear you.

Speak up!

- I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

- Don't!

- Hey.

- Hi.

- How are you?

How's everybody?

- How are you?

- So you gonna go

to that art show thing?

- That Special Teen thing?

- I don't know.

Maybe.

- So he's still doing art?

I mean, 'cause of you?

- Yeah.

- Well, guess I was wrong

about that shitty pottery.

Kidding.

No, um,

actually,

I think it's pretty cool.

You, really

made a difference in his life.

- Thanks.

- Do you like it?

- Where have you been?

- Here and there.

I had to get ready

for this show, find a kiln,

get it all fired up.

- What is that doing here

with my name on it?

- Hopefully winning

the grand jury prize

in the art show for retards.

You might want to unhand me,

by the way.

You're basically assaulting

a handicapped teenager

in public right now.

- That was a private moment.

- That's better.

Now it just seems like

we're having a lovers' spat.

Stop pushing me, all right?

- That was between us.

- There is no us.

I think you made that

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