Lost Boy Page #5

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embarrassed.

Like when you...

I can make it from here.

Okay.

It feels right,

doesn't it?

Yeah.

I mean, even though

it's not perfect.

We're happy.

Good night.

Good night.

No.

Hey, hey, hey.

Don't worry.

I wasn't expecting you

to cook.

- She microwaves. And she boils stuff.

- Hey.

- Hey again.

- So is this him?

Him?

Not bad.

Thanks.

Mitchell,

come and meet Kyle.

No. We've got to go.

Beth has to get home.

She has curfew.

It's 7:
30.

I know.

It's because of Mitchell.

My mom needs to put down

the "People" magazine

and get a life.

Do you want me

to call her?

It won't help.

She thinks you're blinded

by his charm.

Aren't we all?

Gross! Let's split.

Let's go.

Hey.

Guess I should say

welcome home.

Who knows.

It might only be temporary.

Don't talk like that.

You're not going anywhere.

See you around.

Hey.

So I finally met him.

Yeah.

Wow, you take me

to the nicest places.

Trust me.

Watch your step.

You lived here?

When there was enough room.

Witness the

presidential suite.

- It's beautiful.

- It's amazing.

I'm going to go

find us some drinks.

It's gorgeous.

You're gorgeous.

Stop!

Hey!

What?

It's just hard for me

to be happy.

Well, that's what

time is for, right?

To make things easier?

- What are you doing?

- What the hell, man!

I just...

I just thought that...

You thought what? Huh?

I, just,

just was trying to...

Trying to what, man?

I was just

trying to get close to...

That's not how

you get close to me.

This is sick!

Screw me, right?

I, I mean, not that you would.

It's like...

Stuart!

Mitchell!

Mitchell!

Stop it! Mitchell!

Stop it!

Get off! Stop it!

Best man?

For our small, very small,

barely pulled together wedding

a week from Sunday.

Yeah!

Congratulations.

I'm happy for you.

A toast...

To this family's future with

happiness, health and Mitchell.

Oooh, Jonathan!

Whoa, whoa!

Uh-oh! I'll get this.

It's okay. Come on, come off

the floor, come with me.

All right.

Be careful.

You didn't have to

say that to them.

I meant it.

You don't have to be nice.

I hate him.

Summer!

No. Just side with him.

Don't even ask me

what's wrong, Mom.

It's not like you gave me

a second to ask.

It's just you don't

want to hear it, Mom.

You're just happy that your

precious little boy is back.

That's all you care about.

Kyle.

Oh, my God!

Leave me alone.

You think you know me...

You tell Mom anything,

I'm going to cut your mouth

out of your face.

You should have called me.

I did once I woke up.

Did you file a police report?

Oh, my God!

Well, I was trying to

figure out what to say.

What do you mean?

Have you had him evaluated--

Mitchell, do you know

what you're dealing with?

What does that

have to do with anything?

I think maybe he's the one

that attacked me.

Why would you say that?

Look, I didn't see his face.

He was wearing a hoodie,

but the same height,

same build.

So you automatically

assume it's my kid?

- No.

- That's a big jump.

Especially since

you didn't see his face.

I know he's your son.

I know this,

but you have to admit

he's not the same boy...

you lost at the beach.

Stop it.

Stop it.

You don't think

I know what I'm doing?

No. I care about you

and I don't want you

to get hurt.

I care about you, too.

But Mitchell

has to come first.

I can't do this.

Where were you last night?

Hey.

Where were you last night?

What do you mean?

I need to know.

Okay, umm...

if, if you need to know,

I um...

I was getting you this.

Oh.

I figured since

you're not going to be

looking for me anymore,

you know, maybe you can start

taking pictures again.

Happy early birthday.

Thank you.

Kyle and I broke up.

I'm sorry.

I thought you'd be happy

about that.

No. I, I just--

I want you to be happy.

Here you go, buddy.

Aw, come on.

No smile for chocolate milk?

Oh, shoot!

Oh, shoot! Okay. All right.

It's okay.

It's okay.

- Let's take this off.

- No! Don't.

I'm just going to wash it.

It's going to stink.

Come on.

Hands up.

Boy.

Oh, where's your head?

Here we go.

What are you doing?

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

It's just me.

What are you doing?

Come here.

Come here.

Oh, my God!

Jonathan,

you have to tell me

the truth, okay?

Greg!

Laura, are you here?

Come on, Greg.

Pick up.

Trying to call my dad?

My parents actually

just went for a walk.

Your parents.

That's... that's a good one.

What are you talking about?

What you did to Jonathan.

Don't touch me!

Are you okay?

You sound really unbalanced.

I think your pregnancy

hormones are kicking in.

You know, I think you have

more doubts than I do.

You know you don't

belong in this family.

Greg!

I belong in this family

just as much as you do.

You see, what does it

matter what you think?

It matters what my mom thinks,

and she thinks I'm hers.

Not when I tell her

what you did.

She already knows what

I did because I told her.

What?

She doesn't care.

Wow, another lie.

Greg!

See, you know nothing.

You don't know

what it's like to...

be ripped away from everything

you've ever loved.

So if my mom loves me

and I love her,

isn't that enough?

Just because

you want it to be true,

it doesn't mean that it is.

Mitchell, listen to me.

We have no idea

who you really are.

You do not know

what it took to get me here!

I'm not going to let you take

away my family from me, okay?

And I'm not going to

let you destroy them!

All right?

I don't want to be lost again.

So why does your baby--

Why does your baby get that

guarantee, but I never will?

Okay, okay.

Mitchell, look, look.

You're right.

It's not fair,

but we can work this out,

all right?

No.

We can't work this out

because you're in the way...

of working everything out.

Jonathan, stay right there,

sweetie.

You get out of my way.

Amanda!

Did you hear that?

She pushed me first.

You saw it!

Mom!

Amanda!

Amanda!

Oh, my God!

Don't move, don't move!

Don't move.

The baby!

Oh, God!

The baby's

going to be fine.

- Get Jonathan. Get Jonathan.

- Mommy!

Mitchell!

Shh. Just breathe.

We're going to get help.

We're going to get help.

Mitchell!

Mom? Did you see Jonathan?

Where would he go? Summer, if you

have any idea, you have to tell me.

Um, I don't know. There's this

place in the city that he took...

- Where?

- I don't know the address.

There's got to be something.

An address, something.

Where's the kite?

Why would he take the kite?

Oh, my God!

He's going to the lake.

Mom, I'm coming with you.

No, stay here and help

your dad and Amanda

and get an Amber Alert

for your brother, for Jonathan.

Why can't I come with you?

Because if anything

happened to you...

I wouldn't be able

to survive that.

But what if he hurts you?

You told them about

our little game, Jonathan,

and now you ruined everything.

I didn't mean to.

Do you think...

I don't want to know

if I'm really him?

I wish... I wish I could

remember that day...

The kite... The beach.

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