Normal Adolescent Behavior Page #6

- We're fine.

- Stop being such a brat, huh?

- You can't force her.

That's a rule.

You can stop if you want.

- Yeah, we can stop.

- No! We can't f***ing stop!

We don't stop!

We don't turn back!

Hey, psycho, let me know

when Billie returns.

F*** you! Hey!

Look at me, huh?

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at you, okay?

We are 17,

and we are never gonna

look like this again.

We want it.

Our bodies want it.

I don't want it.

Well, f*** you.

- Billie, Billie!

- F***ing whore!

- F***in' b*tch!

- How original!

All right. All right.

Let's just break up the fight,

all right. It's a joke.

You either do Jonah right now,

or you are so completely gone.

- Do him?!

- Hold on!

Do him? We don't

f***ing do each other!

Who the f*** are you?

Hey! I'm not kidding!

- Wait! Let's stop.

- I'm not kidding!

Let's just stop.

Let's just stop.

- Let's just stop.

- Shut up the f*** up, Ann!

- Billie!

- Shut up. Huh?

You gonna go crying

to your boyfriend,

tell him how you

almost cheated on him?

Shut up, Billie.

- Hold on.

- What?

- Boyfriend?

- Shut up.

Run.

Run!

Pinned to the earth

Like the scars

On my hand,

aren't you, son?

- Is that your boyfriend?

- Huh?

Yes.

Oh, look how cute and cuddly

you guys are together.

Maybe you're thinking

about getting married

and having kids,

or maybe you wanna have kids,

and then get married

and get furniture together.

- Shut the door.

- You know what is so f***ed up?

Nobody ever gets

to be a girlfriend.

It's always my girlfriend,

my car, my dog.

It is my car.

You are just a barely

conscious amoeba

just willing to give up

your own f***ing individuality

for a dick!

Aah!

I'd rather not have sex

again than be like you!

... won't go

The air weighs a ton

What have we become now?

What have we become?

What have we done?

What have I done?

We lit forth the run

What have we become?

What have I done?

Fallin' down

- Ahem...

- Uh, is, uh, Helen here?

Uh...

Could you just tell her that

Nathan's here with the salmon?

Look, uh, this isn't

really a good time, all right?

We're kind

of in the middle of somethin'.

- What is that?

- It's a salmon with risotto.

I promised Helen that

when I got it finished,

I would bring it over

to her for her to try.

If it's okay,

can I just come in and...

- Okay, look, uh, Mason...

- Nathan.

Nathan, could you either

just, uh, leave that here

or, like,

leave a message, okay?

Actually, if I could just...

Look, I gotta get back

to her right now, all right?

Go home. You can bring

your glazed whatever the...

- Salmon.

- Salmon tomorrow, okay?

Go home!

Kid outside wants

to deliver a fish.

You are such a sh*t.

- What?

- He's a nice kid.

Hmm.

- Is this okay?

- Well, you tell me.

I don't know. It's not too,

like, cute or something?

- Okay, hold on for a second.

- What? Hey.

How about this? How about

we lock down the premises here

- to make sure nobody sees us

- Stop.

- Holding hands, huh?

- Hey. Hey.

This is hard for me, too.

Be nice.

I am nice.

Be nice.

You're right.

You're right.

I'll be nice, okay?

I'll be nice.

It's just holding hands.

- This is okay, I promise.

- All right.

This... This is okay.

What about this?

This might be breaking

some rules, right?

What?!

I hate you.

What?

You left.

Oh, God. Jesus.

Stop, hey. You left.

Now's not the time

to push people away.

Really?

What is it the time for, Ryan?

You know what?

You're lucky.

See, when I left,

I only had Aaron.

You've got me and Aaron...

and Sean.

Lucky me.

- I knew you'd leave.

- Mmm.

You don't know sh*t.

- Wendy.

- What?

You sound ridiculous

when you swear.

What's up

with your slut clogs?

Aaron loves sluts.

I like doing

nice things for him.

Why did you quit amnesty...

and student government?

Billie.

- Yeah, so you quit.

- Yeah.

Sean's great.

Hey.

Hey.

You look nice.

Thanks.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

He didn't put some sort

of voodoo spell on you, did he?

- No.

- Good.

Hey, you know...

I wanted to leave once,

before Ryan and Aaron even.

Why didn't you?

Too chicken, I guess.

Was it for another guy?

Yeah.

Anyway, I just...

I just wanted to tell you

that I was proud of you.

You know what? It was brave.

Stupid, but brave.

I wish I could have done it,

but... whatever.

I got to tell you,

though, if I left,

I'd make sure to destroy

it all on my way out.

You know, like scorched earth,

American G.I. Style.

If you leave

the enemy resources,

uh... they'll use them.

Billie took your box.

I'm sorry.

I'll see you.

Your friends... all of us...

we don't wanna let you go,

and we won't do it.

What if I want to?

If you were a mother and your

kid was about to lose a limb...

I don't know.

Wouldn't you maybe

fight to keep it?

That's not really

the same thing.

Oh, well, we feel it is.

Oh, are you speaking

for everyone now?

- Yeah.

- Mm-Hmm.

- I don't believe you.

- Sorry.

This is you terrified...

alone...

and you have no idea

what to do.

He wants me,

and that kills you.

Not so far.

I'm not the box, Billie.

You are.

You're a sad, pathetic...

limited, little box.

Hello!

Hi.

Oh, yeah, God forbid

your kiddie porn gets ruined.

That's not what's in here.

No. It's all puppies

and "I love unicorns"

and tapioca pudding.

- It's not porn. It's just...

- They made you do it, right?

Screw you.

I don't know

how to do this.

I mean, what do we do now?

We fight? What do we do?

You don't get to be the innocent

little girl, not after...

- Uch!

- Uch, what? What, this?

What, this stuff?

This is real. This happened.

What are you so afraid of?

What, you just want me to

magically become a virgin again?

- Yes.

- You're not f***in' serious.

I want you to burn it, okay?

I want you to burn that box.

- You're delusional.

- I mean, does this...

Does any of this have

any value to you?

Lmagine all the memories

that you've ever had,

all the embarrassing, funny,

great moments with a girlfriend,

without whatever,

f***ing by yourself.

Imagine it all in one place.

Now you burn it.

I would.

Don't be average.

It's not different.

Either you're in this with me,

or you're not.

But I showed up.

I am not a new me, okay?

I'm not new now

just because you met me!

Okay, fine. Fine.

You could really forget

about everything, huh?

You could forget everything

if I just burned that box?

Yes.

That I was

ever somebody different.

Yes, I would.

And if you could just stop

reminding me of it every day.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

I miss her.

F*** her!

Are you crying?

Yeah, f*** you, too!

F*** you, Billie...

you manipulative b*tch.

F*** you.

So you're gonna come

on Saturday, huh?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Do you remember what you're

saying yes to? No. Do you?

Well... we're having dinner

with my parents.

Where's

your little group now?

Whore!

You're gonna

do it tonight, right?

Wendy, you're gonna

burn the box, right?

- What?

- Get out, Billie!

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