Love Me Page #2

if you want to--

I'm not going.

Hi.

Mom, I'm going to bed.

So what's his name?

Mom.

Come on, what does he do?

What's he like?

He's a writer.

Harry is a writer.

Yeah, but Harry writes comics

like "Mystery Girl

and the Lonely Phantom."

Lucas writes music criticism.

I don't know what that is.

You know, like music reviews,

like in "Rolling Stone."

He writes for "Rolling Stone"?

No, Mom.

So he's a rich boy

with an attitude

and a big heart.

Shut up.

You don't understand.

Hello. I fell for your father,

didn't I?

'Cause you were on drugs.

Which is why you should

never do drugs.

Mm.

Seriously. Mom.

Do you believe

in true love?

In my life, no.

Did you ever have

any fireworks with Dad?

Maybe a sparkler.

You never had fireworks?

No. Overrated.

Besides, I have you.

You're my fireworks.

- Good night.

- Love you.

Love you.

? Woman, you'll know

just how I feel. ?

? Spoke to a priest ?

? In the dark... ?

? In the middle of the night,

in the middle of the night ?

? Uh-huh... ?

Hello?

Potter, it's Lucas.

I know who it is.

What are you doing?

Avoiding homework.

What are you doing?

Just working on my thesis

for nuclear physics.

Whoa, that is, um...

It's a lie.

I picked up on that.

Hey, so don't take this

the wrong way,

but I'm keeping an eye on you

at school.

Are you and Harry dating?

No.

Best friends since third grade.

Our moms went

to college together,

so, yeah, by default, I guess.

Huh.

What does that mean-- "huh"?

Just "huh."

Hey, so I was thinking

you and I-- we should

run away together.

- Screw school.

- Shut up.

Really?

Yeah, why not?

I don't know.

I've always wanted

to go to Mexico.

- Well, have you ever been?

- I've seen pictures.

I've barely been

out of my neighborhood.

I'm not exactly a worldly girl.

Well, it's a date, then.

? And I will stay

right by your side... ?

I like track two the best.

Harry's gonna rip me

a new one.

Nah.

Nice.

Dalyn's not your biggest fan.

Did she tell you we dated?

No.

Yeah, for, like, three months

in eighth grade.

After we broke up,

she called me so much

I had to change my number.

- Yeah, it was a bit freaky.

- No way.

- My Dalyn?

- Yeah.

I got something for you.

Hmm.

All right.

We've got friends or significant others

they have in common

or maybe-

what about girls

who didn't like her?

You know, like threats

of some sort?

Why didn't you tell me?

Honestly, because it was

another lifetime ago,

ancient history.

I don't give a sh*t

about that degenerate.

Yeah, well, it would have been

nice to hear that from you.

Well, I try to block out

the a**holes of my past.

He's an a**hole.

A word of warning-

if he tries to pull his little

sex god act and you fall for it,

don't come crawling to me

when he breaks your heart.

Oh.

Hey, ladies.

Hi.

So I want all the dirty,

disgusting details.

Jesus.

Hey, Harry.

Enough lattes already.

Come to the comic shop

and help me with calculus.

- Uh...

- I'm out.

See you.

Dalyn.

Yo.

Unbelievable.

Yeah, okay, I'll be over

in a second.

Okay, great.

I'll see you soon. Bye.

So, dish.

Really?

What?

We haven't even kissed yet.

Are you for reals?

Syls. you like the guy. right?

Do not tell Dalyn, please,

but "like" is a complete

understatement.

Then make a freaking move.

Do you want your first time

to be with some a**hole in college

in a fraternal shithouse?

I want to be in love.

I don't want to be a total slut.

You're right.

You should totally be in love.

Okay. I gotta go.

I gotta go.

Okay.

Oh, did you hear about the police

being at school the other day?

Yeah, they were talking to some kids

about the missing girl.

Hello. Creepy.

Oh, just catch the guy already.

Who says it's a guy?

I'm just saying.

Maybe I'll see you later,

maybe I won't.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Potter.

Okay, now I'm seriously starting

to think you're stalking me.

No, I was record-shopping.

What's your excuse?

Coffee with the girls.

Are you heading home?

No, I'm about to go meet Harry.

Harry works at Donny's?

Yeah, for, like, two years now.

Yeah, there's something

I should tell you.

What?

Can we go somewhere?

- I should really go--

- Five minutes, tops.

- But I promised Harry I'd--

- Harry will understand, trust me.

Come on.

So Harry is totally

in love with you.

Yeah.

But I don't like him like that.

He's like a brother.

Aww.

I love flowers.

When she had more time,

my mom was a gardening freak.

She works two jobs now,

so I barely get to see her.

How about your dad?

Left when I was two.

Parenting is not exactly

his deal.

I'm sorry.

Was that okay?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

What?

It's stupid, seriously.

You can tell me.

I'm not gonna say anything.

Trust me.

When I was in ninth grade,

there was this kid

Peter Sandusky.

Peter was a sh*t

at my old school,

super popular,

a football player.

One day

him and his friends taped me

in the girls' locker room shower

and they posted it on the web.

Oh, man.

They played this commentary

under it,

like some nature show,

me being this virginal beast

in the wild.

And then they--

after that, my mom

transferred me to Hampton.

She used all of her savings,

hence the two jobs.

What happened to Peter?

Peter was the beloved

football star.

He just got suspended

for, like, two weeks.

It's just been a while,

you know,

since I've kissed someone.

What did you need to tell me?

You never loved me!

Some doctors do obstetrics

and gynecology.

Good morning, sleepyhead.

I'm sorry.

I called a couple times.

Go figure.

I've been hanging here

with your mom, talking gardening.

And he's been telling me about

his new Vixen-Lex Luthor comic.

Harry, do you want

another juice?

- No, I'm fine. Thank you.

- Okay.

I'm really sorry about last night.

You were with Lex Luthor,

weren't you?

Oh, my God, Harry.

Did you make out with him

in his fancy sports car?

No.

I don't know

what kind of car it is.

Oh.

I didn't really want to know.

I'm sorry.

I want things back

the way they were.

Nothing's changed.

You can punch me

in the shoulder if you want.

Right here.

He's an a**hole.

You don't even know him.

Here.

Harry, I wasn't serious about that.

I would--

I love the comic you gave me.

It's on full display in my room.

Thank you.

I can't wait to listen to it.

Come on.

- Bye, Mom.

- Bye.

Bye, sweetie.

All right.

? Always ?

? I can feel you ?

? Getting closer ?

? To the end ?

? Always ?

? I can feel you ?

- .' Getting close... .'

-- .' Getting close .'

? Always ?

? I can feel you ?

? And my mind goes ?

? In a circle... ?

What? What?

I've got an idea.

Let's go check out your place.

Oh, fine.

- Hey.

- Mm.

What's up your derriere?

Read the last few sentences.

- Holy sh*t.

- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Hey, Jenkins.

The Kennedys found

Melissa's journal.

You know how Lucas always claimed

he didn't see Melissa

within a week

of her disappearance?

Well, did he?

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

"It's hard to perceive a person

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