Riding in Cars with Boys Page #2

have one thing in common: fear.

You may be scared,

but you're no coward.

I come off the field,

following me are scouts...

...f rom Notre Dame, Penn State,

Ohio State, all talking to me.

So I'm like, 'Alphabetical order.'

So the guy f rom Penn State is first...

Sky, wouldn't Notre Dame be first

if it's alphabetical order?

- Hi, Sky.

- Hi!

Here.

Don't open it now.

- Read it later when you can.

- Later when I can.

Read it.

'Silver buttons of night's

velvet dress unbuttoned...

...to reveal my simple universe

and our heavenly touch.'

The last one was about her legs

trembling and heaving bosom.

- She loves you.

- Bev!

I like the poem, Bev! Bev!

- Don't open that door!

- Okay.

Is everything all right?

Can I have a cigarette?

You're blowing it out.

You're blowing it out.

Don't breathe out. You do it.

I know you. You were in the play

at the high school.

You're Fay's f riend.

You're the smart one.

I'm Ray Hasek.

Bobby's f riend.

Fay made us go because she painted

all the background stuff. Remember?

- You were the girl.

- Juliet.

Yeah!

You were beautif ul.

I told Bobby, 'You watch,

that girl's gonna be something.'

- That's what I said.

- I write my own stuff too.

- And I'm probably gonna go to NYU.

- I'm sorry.

But no, that's good. Wow.

Look, I know it's none of my business,

but why are you crying?

Because of this guy.

He said very personal stuff about me

in f ront of everyone.

But the poem was good.

I think it'll hit him on the way home.

Wait. Who is this guy?

Sky Barrister.

Oh, yeah. I know that a**hole.

I'll go tell him not

to say stuff about you.

He's very handsome,

so don't hit him in the face.

What is she still doing here?

She's blond, 26.

And who's that? I didn't invite him.

- Hey, Sky.

- What's going on?

Hit me. Right here.

No, man! Hit me right here!

No! Come on, hit me!

- My hand!

- Sky!

- See? He came in, I went down.

- It's broken!

- There goes the season!

- Come on. Come on!

Let's get him!

- Thanks, Tommy.

- See you Monday, Bev.

- Out of the way, Tommy!

- Go, go, go!

Get in the car!

- Let's go!

- Get in the car!

- I go down and...

- Get in the car!

- We forgot Tina!

- She's got her own car.

Tommy's car's blocking the way.

Go, Bobby!

- Bev, can you hop in f ront, please?

- All right.

This is Bobby's and my favorite spot.

Ray, take her. Come here, you.

- Bev, get in f ront with Ray.

- I'm going.

Come here, sweetie.

Come on, babe. You know

I'm heading out to basic. Please!

God, I'm gonna miss you so much.

Thanks.

Thanks for doing that

for me back there.

- Does your head hurt?

- No.

My father always said

that my head was like a rock.

He broke his hand twice on it.

What's in your chest?

What is this?

- It's Bev's dress. It's too big.

- Oh, sweetie.

It didn't look right on me.

- How come I never see you in school?

- I don't go.

- Don't your parents care?

- There's a lot of it!

My...

...pop, he got drunk and died fishing.

And Ma, she doesn't want me

hanging around my sister.

She thinks I'm bad like my brother.

So you're all alone.

You don't have anybody.

Well, there's Lizzard, he's a f riend.

And I got Bobby. He's like family.

- What you doing?

- Spelling my name in hickies.

Just your first name.

- Let's get you home.

- Stop!

- Oh, my knee!

- Are you okay?

I don't wanna go home yet.

But, I...

Listen. Don't.

Beverly, listen. You shouldn't get

mix ed up with me. I'm no good.

You were good to me.

Open your eyes.

Don't take them off of me.

Cool.

Don't. What are you doing?

- You better stop laughing.

- Leave me alone, Fay.

God bless you.

What is that?

What the heck is this?

- Bev, stop laughing. Give me my shoes.

- Ray. Ray!

- It's her father.

- I'm looking. I found one.

It's your father!

- Pete, we're taking them in.

- What?!

Sorry, Daddy.

What happened to your dress?

- You won't see that girl again.

- You can't be trusted.

What? Are you chewing?

Say it again.

I'll call you back.

Look at you. For God's sake,

button your blouse.

- What happened to you?

- Nothing. I'm still the same.

You know that guy's brother got

sent up for robbery?

Yes, but he's doing well in prison.

He's learning a trade.

All we were doing was making out.

I just met him.

I'd never go past second base.

Which means nothing below the waist.

My waist, not his.

You're home. Get out.

Pop, I swear, nothing happened.

Look at that guy. He's so hot!

- Wait.

- No.

/ had to run out. Jason, if it's you,

say something great.

It's me.

The last two weeks

have changed my life.

I'm not involved with her.

I had to do this just one day.

I'm gonna tell her

about us this morning.

This afternoon, tops. I swear I'll

be back by 6:
00 tonight...

...and you and I are on that plane.

And, okay, here goes. Amelia...

...I love you.

That girlf riend of yours

sure likes that horn.

She's not my girlf riend.

- She's my mother.

- Your mother?

Kill me, Fay,

because I want to die!

I want to be dead!

That's not too much to ask for.

How will I tell my parents?

We can't talk about anything.

How am I supposed to tell them

I committed a mortal sin?!

Okay! I know, I understand.

Calm down. We'll practice.

Pretend I'm your parents. Say what

you'll say. You'll get through it.

Tell me like you would tell them.

- Mom. Pop.

- Yeah?

- I don't know how to tell you this.

- But...?

- I'm pregnant.

- My daughter's a tramp.

My daughter is a tramp!

My daughter's a tramp!

You're 15 years old!

How could you do this?

You make me sick to my stomach!

Just take my gun!

Take my gun and shoot me in the head,

tramp! I wish you were never born!

Okay, go.

You can do it.

- Maybe you should tell Ray first.

- Okay.

In Puerto Rico you can get rid of it,

but I don't have any money.

- Do you have any money?

- No.

That's it, then.

I have to throw myself

at my parents' mercy.

If they help me take care of the baby,

I can get a job and save money.

That'd be good.

Then I could move to New York,

get a job at a newspaper.

- Nothing big, something small.

- I can't. Wait! New York?

Bev...

...what about me?

- What about you?

Well...

...I love you. A lot.

What, Bev?

What are you talking about?!

What?

- Why is this happening to me?

- Bev, I'm sorry. Come on.

My life is over! I might as well jump!

What are you doing? Come on.

We've been going out. I mean...

...do you love me?

- It was summer.

- Yeah, but do...?

You're not the guy

I'm supposed to end up with.

It would derail my life.

Bev, look at me. Bev!

Okay, look. Maybe...

...you're not supposed to end up with

me. But I'll make you happy. I swear.

If you married me,

I would cherish you...

...for all the time, till death.

Till I die.

Till death. For the...

I may not be the perfect guy

in a lot of ways...

...but I'm the right guy

because nobody will love you like me.

Please marry me.

Because I'm sh*t without you.

How romantic.

A marriage proposal

that contains the word 'sh*t.'

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