One Night Page #6

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But let's be real, it'd

probably make me worry more.

- All right.

Let's go.

- I'm almost ready.

- I said let's go.

- No looking.

- All right, t minus

five minutes to blastoff,

let's get out of here.

- Okay, two seconds.

I have to be clothed...

when we leave!

- Some would say, some wouldn't.

- So are you staying

here all summer?

- Pretty much.

- You're not gonna,

you know, ditch la

and go backpack across

Europe anyway?

- I don't think so.

I'll be here.

Maybe you're right,

there's something to it,

like I'll look back and think

this is some magic time.

You know what I mean?

- I know exactly what you mean.

Do you think they know about us?

- No, they're too stupid.

- Hey.

- What, they are, they're

stupid little kids.

- Okay.

How do I look?

- Stupid.

- That's not very nice!

- Hey.

- Yeah.

- I don't have to go to

this journalism program.

- You don't know if you got in.

- Do you wanna

just hang this summer?

- Have you been trying

to ask me that all night?

- No.

Maybe.

I mean, I know you

just broke up with Dave,

and it's not really.

- You don't have

to hang out with me

just because you

feel bad for me.

- No, that's not,

that's not why.

- Okay.

- Huh?

- Okay, let's hang

out this summer.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Awesome.

- Great.

- Excellent.

I can come over like,

after the morning practice

at the theatre.

- Just stop talking.

- Why, thank you.

- Exactly.

- There they go.

Okay, are you ready?

- Go for it.

- Seven.

- Six.

- Five.

- Four.

- Three.

- What is this, what did

you put in my pocket?

- Two.

- One.

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