Love, Simon Page #9

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No, that's for you.

That's from me.

It's a Cuisinart.

I love it. Thank you, Simon.

SIMON:
Dear Blue,

happy New Year.

I haven't heard from you,

so I'm going to assume it's

because you have no service.

I came out to my entire family

on Christmas.

It didn't go great.

And I've been avoiding

my friends

the whole break

for all sorts of reasons.

Change is exhausting.

I feel like

there's nowhere to hide

from all the newness

of everything.

Except here. With you.

Please write to me.

As soon as you get

even one bar of service.

Breakfast burrito?

Thanks.

EMILY:
Hey, Si.

Come sit down.

I'm gonna be late.

(sighs)

Hey, guys.

Hey, Simon, we need to talk.

So Abby and I hung out

on New Year's Eve, and...

you see, now we're together.

That's awesome. That's great.

NICK:
Yeah, it is.

But then we got to talking

about why it took so long.

ABBY:
Why did you tell Nick

that I have

a boyfriend in college

named Jonathan?

- Why'd you make that up?

- Look, Martin...

he was the one who wrote

that CreekSecrets post

about me.

He screenshotted my emails

and he's been using them

to blackmail me for months.

What does that have to do

with us, Simon?

He told me

that if I didn't help him

get with Abby, he'd out me.

And I...

That's why I had to

keep you guys apart.

So you made up a bunch of lies.

And that's why

you convinced me

to go on that date with Leah?

You know, to keep me away

from Abby?

So, wait. Running lines

at Waffle House

and beer pong at Bram's,

all of that was just to

pawn me off on Martin?

I'm not

a piece of meat, Simon.

You know how hard it was

for me to start over.

I trusted you.

(sighs)

Hey, come on, Leah.

I'll take you to school.

Leah. Leah, please.

Listen, listen.

I know I messed up, okay?

But I knew you were

in love with Nick.

- And I thought that maybe...

- Just stop it!

You know what? You are

insanely stupid, Simon.

I was never in love with Nick.

I was in love with you!

(gasps)

Look...

We're... We're us.

Yeah, well...

(sighs) Sorry.

I've been trying to tell you.

That night I slept over,

I was trying to tell you.

You wanna know

the funniest part?

It's that all these years, you

being so picky with girls,

I thought that maybe it was

because you might

like me, too.

And then, you know,

you told me

I should go out with Nick

and I realized you were just

never gonna see me that way.

I can deal with you

being gay, Si.

But you set me up

to get my heart broken

when you thought

I was in love with Nick

and that just makes you cruel.

- (car engine starts)

- (Simon sighs)

(students murmuring)

You all right?

Hanging in there.

Uh, for the record,

when I was saying that we have

a lot in common, you know,

I wasn't really... That's not

what I was talking about.

Gotcha.

Just FYI, just for the record.

- SIMON:
Okay, great. Thanks.

- All right.

Hey, Jackie.

Did you date me

because you think

I look like a guy?

No. No, I actually

broke up with you

because you don't look

like a guy.

Oh. Oh, okay. Thanks.

Welcome.

(sighs)

(rap music playing on phone)

Yeah! Hey, Creekwood!

This one's for you, Spier.

Hey, Ethan.

- Oh, yeah!

- Oh, yeah.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

You like that,

don't you, Spier?

- Yeah.

- Oh, yeah, Ethan, Simon likey.

(Aaron and Spencer moaning)

You have something

you wanna say to me?

I said do you have something

to say to me?

(turns off music)

- I'll take it from here.

- Hey, Ms. Albright.

Don't "Hey, Ms. Albright" me.

We're not friends.

You're not gonna

braid my hair

or paint my nails.

Get your ass

off the table now!

You sweaty, hormonal virgins.

You know what? You're about to

be suspended for so long,

that by the time it's over,

you're gonna be

the fat, bald, unhappily married

wildly mediocre nobodies

you're destined to become.

You can't talk to us like that.

Actually, I can,

'cause I just did.

And you know why?

Because you're just those two

a**holes that did

that shitty thing

in front of the whole school.

And guess what?

Nobody feels sorry for those

a**holes, especially me.

Now, walk.

Mr. Worth's office now.

Bye.

Uh-uh. That's mine now.

I'mma sell it.

Get my tubes tied.

(scattered laughter and chatter)

(inaudible conversation)

Why does Mr. Worth

have to talk to us?

I mean, can't we just

let this sh*t go?

Hey, I'm sorry, Ethan.

None of this ever happened

when just you were out.

You know what they say,

one gay's a snooze,

two's a hilarious hate crime.

You could've told me

you were gay.

I guess I didn't think

we had very much in common.

(scoffs)

You're telling me, Simon.

It's not like

your all-hoodie wardrobe

rocks my world.

(Simon chuckles)

I don't know.

Maybe I was jealous.

You've been out

since you were 16.

It always seemed

so easy for you.

Easy?

Are you kidding me?

My mom still tells

my grandparents

about all the girls I'm dating

when we go over to their house

for dinner, every Sunday.

She says it's 'cause

they're old and religious,

and it's just easier that way.

I don't know,

maybe that's true.

But you should hear her voice

when she talks about the girls.

All right, boys, come on in.

Come on.

All right,

just stand right here.

(speaks French)

Get up.

Okay, these gentlemen

have something

that they would like

to say to you.

- We're sorry.

- Our bad.

That's right.

'Cause at Creekwood High,

what do we believe in?

BOTH:
Tolerance.

And "tolerance" means

we respect

Simon and Ethan's choice

to be boyfriends.

- We are not boyfriends.

- Yeah. No.

Hey, whatever you wanna

call it,

it's fine with me. Seriously.

We call it "two people

that are not at all

romantically involved."

Yeah, I get it.

Keepin' it casual, man.

I can dig, seriously.

Oh. Simon. Hey, can we talk?

I don't have anything

to say to you.

Please, please.

I just wanted to say

that I was sorry, okay?

I didn't know or think

that people still did

sh*t like that.

And I got in a lot of sh*t

for Homecoming,

and I wanted everyone to focus

on something else, you know?

I just didn't think

it was gonna be a big thing.

I don't care if you didn't

think that my coming out

was gonna be

a big thing, Martin.

Look, you don't get to

decide that.

I'm supposed to be the one

that decides when

and where,

and how and who knows

and how I get to say it.

That's supposed to be

my thing!

And you took that away

from me.

So, well, can you please just

get the f*** away from me?

(sighs)

(computer chimes)

BLUE:
I saw the posts.

I know who you are.

Jacques a Dit.

That's what they call

Simon Says in France.

Very clever.

I'm sorry, Simon.

I can't do this anymore.

- SIMON:
Please, Blue.

- BLUE:
I'm so sorry.

SIMON:
You can't leave me alone.

Everything's falling apart.

(takes deep breath)

(sobbing)

I mean, I haven't even

talked to her.

I haven't even

seen her at school.

Anyway, I guess

I'll see you in class, right?

- GIRL:
Yeah, totally.

- CAL:
Okay.

Later.

- Hey.

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