Some Kind Of Wonderful Page #4

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But now that we've talked|I can't hide it anymore.

We'd get along much better if we didn't|spend so much time together anymore.

Why?

Because I'm driving you crazy|and you're driving me crazy.

And I'd rather not see you and|have you think good things about me...

than have you see me|and hate me.

'Cause I can't afford|to have you hate me, Keith.

The only things I care about in this|goddamn life are me and my drums...

and you.

Adios.

Wait. Watts.

It's ten after.|Mrs. Albright's gonna kill me.

Get lost, Hardy.

You still mad at me?

Can we talk? Please?

Oh, this is cute.

- I wanna talk to you.|- It's too late.

- I've been in agony over this.|- I doubt it.

- How can I convince you I love you?|- Start by leaving me alone.

I'm late.

You're going out with a low-life just to|hurt me. It's working. It hurts. Okay?

Is that why you're trying to convince me|to go to your house?

So you can prove what a stud you are|by beating him up?

- Where did you hear that?|- Give me a little credit.

True, I invited him,|but not to beat him up.

To show you|what a good loser I am.

You're not a good loser.|You're just a loser, period.

What is this?

What is this?

I am talking to Amanda. Could I please|have two minutes to finish? Thank you.

- What is your name?|- Do you mind?

There is nothing here|that I have not seen before.

Can I drive you home, please?

What is your name?

Hardy Jenns, with two N's.|All right?

All right, that's it.|Get out. Go on, out.

I really appreciate this, lady.|Be a b*tch, why don't ya?

Consider yourself reported.|Now get out of here.

Your reputation's|hanging in the balance here.

You play me around, and you're|gonna have a real lonely year.

So I hear.

Look, I am not playing.|Just get out of here.

Amanda, may I see you|for a minute, please?

I'm his sister, so if you're|a brother or a sister, you're in.

It's like they have to accept you,|or the whole social structure caves in.

- You get to go to parties?|- Of course.

I'm probably going to the one Saturday|at Hardy Jenn's.

Keith's bringing Amanda,|so we might double.

- Who'd go out with you?|- The choices are limitless.

Can we go too?

Eventually, yeah,|if you stay cool.

You're lying.

Oh, really?

Yeah. If you're so tight with Hardy,|why aren't you over there with them?

Because I'm here with you, twerp.

Maybe you're here|because you're false.

Is this a challenge|or something?

Yeah.

Look, I was hanging with you fungi|in a vain effort to cool you out...

but all I am getting is breeze...

so c'est la vie.

She's a liar.

Her brother loathes her.|He'd never let her play with his rep.

Amanda has to bring him.|What else can she do?

- Not bring him.|- She can't take the pressure.

She'll bring him.

The party will go down|as expected.

Amanda will blow in with her guy,|and we'll nail him.

Then we'll go back to business as usual.|It's real simple.

All right?

Hey, Laura, what happened?|They send you for beer?

I guess you just wouldn't be you if you|knocked before breaking into my room.

I'm sorry, Keith. I thought|if I knocked, you wouldn't open up.

- I want to talk to you.|- Well, this should be interesting.

I heard something|today at the mall.

Hardy Jenns and his guys were there,|and I heard them talking about you.

What's your point, Laura?

Keith, it's a joke.

Amanda Jones, the date, the party,|the whole thing.

It's a joke.

She's only going out with you so she|can get you to Hardy Jenns's house...

so he can mess you up.

I heard Hardy say it, Keith.|I heard him myself. It's true.

You're not kidding?

It's a joke?

Yeah.

Keith, I'm sorry.

For everything.

You're getting really good.

Thanks. I'm working on it.

Your brothers don't mind you|playing this late?

I don't know.|I never asked.

To what do I owe this honor?

I have a little problem.

You know how you told me|the thing with Amanda was a joke?

Yeah.

Well...

it is a joke.

You mean a joke,|as in a joke on you?

Yep.

Laura heard Hardy|talking about it.

Amanda's supposed to get me|over to Hardy's house...

and they're gonna pound me.

It's a good thing|you found out about it.

I'm not afraid of him.

- You're gonna go through with this.|- I have to.

You think it's just Hardy?

If he's gonna get me, he's gonna get me.|It doesn't have to be at this party.

He's gonna have lots of chances.|I'm not gonna hide from him.

- Leave it alone.|- I can't.

Why?

Because I want to|stand up to him.

Well, forget it.|It's impossible.

In another year you're gone.|It's better to swallow pride than blood.

You don't think that. I don't believe|for a second you think that.

I'm not giving in to them anymore.|Not for another year or another minute.

I get it.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that|I was so tough on you.

Me too.

You always hurt|the ones you love.

So, when are you beating the sh*t|out of Amanda Jones?

Amanda! Oh, sorry.

What time do you want me|to pick you up Saturday?

You have to check with your friends|to see when you can go out?

No, I just...

It's a simple question.

When?

Pick me up|anytime you want to.

Oh, I hate Mexico. I'd much rather|go to the Virgin Islands.

- We're going to Aspen over Christmas.|- I said hi.

Oh, Aspen's okay, but there's|really nothing much to do at night.

What is this?

Yeah, it's mostly private parties.|I had a good time there last spring.

- Shayne.|- Spring is completely different.

There's so many more|college people.

True. But what's|in the Virgin Islands?

Are you kidding me?|Try a million guys.

So this is it, right?

I'd go anywhere if I could|bag the family and be on my own.

Thanks.

I had my parents almost talked into|letting me go to Ricky's in Santa Fe.

She's gone.

See you.

How's it feel to be carrying|all that cash in your pocket?

Well, a little uncomfortable.

Yeah. Want me to tell you one more time|that I think you're crazy?

Nope.

- Been hoarding that cash for years?|- Yep.

How bad's your dad|gonna ream you?

You won't be able to measure it|with existing technology.

He's a miser, right?

No, it's just real important to him|that I go to college.

'Cause he didn't go.

Exactly.

Hey, I just rag on you a lot|about your parents because I'm jealous.

It's gotta feel good to have someone|looking out for you like he does.

Sometimes.

Still gonna kill you, though,|right?

Yeah.

Is it her body or her face?

Amanda?

I don't know.|It's everything.

My grandmother told me when I grew up|I'd have big b*obs.

What happened?

I guess I just got lucky.

Hey, I got some|great news today, pal.

You know those "T" bills at the B of A|at six and three-quarters percent?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

They're at seven.

- That's great.|- You know what that means?

It means you're earning|an extra $16 a year per bill.

Wow.

You got your|first year's money, Keith.

Now all you gotta do is get off your can|and pick a school to spend it on.

Yeah. I gotta do that.

Where did another|quarter of a percent come from?

Those are them.

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