Status Update Page #8

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Thank you...

but you still have to go to school.

Good morning, family, huh?

- What's for breakfast? I'm starving.

- French toast.

French toast, sounds good.

Hey, you know what? You and I

ought to go down to the park,

- and do some skating today, that's what we should do.

- Well, how's that job going, Dad?

Wow, right out of the gates, huh? Just~

Well, if you gotta know, um...

that one didn't pan out.

I gotta lot of good leads though,

so don't sweat it.

More importantly, do we got any powdered sugar

to go with that French toast?

Only Annie knows the answer.

Annie, talk to me!

Powdered sugar!

Wait mom, sit down.

You okay, killer? You're acting a little weird.

I'm fine.

But Mom's not getting your

breakfast today, or any other day.

The free ride stops, right now.

What are you~

What are you talkin' about?

What's going on here?

Did I miss something?

- Did you say something to him?

- Darryl.

Clearly you said something

to him, he's all worked up.

Leave her out of this.

I didn't say anything.

- This is about you and me.

- Is it?

- Yeah.

- All right.

Well, what is it about you and me?

When Mom moved me away from you...

I was so angry... and hurt, and alone.

She took me away from my best friend, my hero.

I would have done... anything...

for you to come back in my life.

But, the truth is...

you didn't even want me.

You didn't even want me.

I was so wrong, and I made Mom

go through hell because of it.

But Mom, Maxi, and I,

we deserve somebody...

who wants to be with us...

and you deserve to live your life.

As hard as that is...

I get it now.

Maxi? You feel the same way?

Grampa, I know how you feel.

All right.

I guess you're the man of the house,

congratulations.

I'm gonna go get my breakfast elsewhere.

- Xing-fu, hey.

- Hey.

How goes it now, Xing-fu.

Hey, Kyle...

I'm sorry, for being such a lousy little sister.

I could do a lot worse.

- Hi, Mr. Gregory?

- Yes?

I'm Kyle Moore.

I just wanted to drop by and say hello,

I'm Lonnie's friend.

Good God in heaven, you're real.

Honey! Honey! Come quick!

What is it?

This is Kyle, Lonnie's friend!

Did he put you up to this?

Is he paying you?

No, Lonnie's really my friend.

To be honest he's, actually my best friend.

Hey, Lonnie.

- I gotta go, but it was great meeting you guys.

- The pleasure's ours.

Come back again! Soon! Please!

Lonnie!

Wait up, man!

Leave me alone, Kyle.

Hey, don't push off with yourfront foot,

that's mongo.

Don't tell me what to do.

Hey, so get this...

I met this guy in Cleveland,

says he's a bikini model named Phil.

You're lucky you're my only friend.

I'm back, buddy.

Kyle? Kyle! What are you doing?

If it isn't the prince of popularity.

What are you doing over here with us lepers?

You don't look so good, bud.

Well, let's see, I lost my girl,

I lost my scholarships.

Coach demoted me to fourth line.

My friends want nothing to do with me...

and now my dad's talking about sending me to military

school. So yeah, life's great, I'm doing fantastic.

You got something on your face.

I don't care.

What is Kyle doing with that loser?

- So gross.

- I can't believe I dated him.

Oh, I can't believe I slept~

I mean, through third period.

LOL.

Come on, Derek, where's that clean cut,

confident guy, that I hated a few months ago?

He's you now. I gotta go.

Wait, wait, wait.

Look, man, this isn't me.

I don't want to be this guy.

- I want to help you get on top again.

- I don't know what your game is, all right,

but if you're looking to bury me some more,

give it your best shot.

There's no angle here.

I just want to make things right.

I thought you'd be mine and it felt so good

One look in your eyes and I swear I knew

Love your kiss, your touch, your~

Hold on, everybody. Hold on, thank you.

Dani... what's the matter honey, talk to me.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, it's the song,

it was written as a duet.

I don't think I can sing it.

It's beautiful, and you sing it so well.

It just doesn't feel right anymore.

Is there any way we could go

back to Hallelujah... please?

Oh, my God, these girls, with their boy problems.

Okay, everybody, Hallelujah, from the top.

All right, you remember how that goes.

Horns, you want to get your spittle out now,

so we don't have to watch that later?

Here we go.

Whoa... Charlotte, hey,

didn't see you stalk~ standing there.

Hmm.

Have you been ignoring me?

No, why would I be ignoring you?

No, I just~

You've been ignoring my texts,

you've been ignoring me at lunch.

You ignored me at the bonfire.

I will not be ignored, Kyle.

- Shh!

- Shut up!

I will eat your children!

Okay.

I don't want to fight you.

I just want to love you.

I love you so much.

We're gonna be together forever.

Good luck at the game tonight.

I'll be watching, every, little, step.

Oh, my God.

Let's go Hawks! Let's go Hawks!

Play to win

We got all this to lose

Lay it all on the line

Reach for the stars

Look to the heavens

Waiting to give us a sign

So, that's the end of my story.

Where it goes from here...

only the YOUniverse knows.

This my life now.

I have to live it.

But, I'm gonna live it my way.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome...

your very own, number 17, Kyle Moore!

How many goals you got in you tonight,

super star?

More than they do.

That's my boy!

Go out there and take the face off!

Come on, now.

That's my boy, Kyle. You are, my boy!

All right now,

let's play as a team! Okay.

Yeah, boys, let's go, boys!

Let's win this face-off, let's go!

Hey, Moore, I got your number tonight.

I'm gonna light you up.

Let's see what you got?

That's my best friend, right there.

- I love you!

- I love you, too!

Up! Up!

Look for the opening!

Nice.

Nice move! Move it up,

up the ice, up the ice.

No!

What the~

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no!

Yo, kid, where does it hurt?

- It hurts right there where you're touching it, ow.

- Sorry, my bad.

Listen, look at me!

I'm gonna tell you a story.

I once played with a broken

back, a broken pubis...

a broken leg, an infected urethra...

and one hell of an epic hangover!

So you are gonna be fine!

Now help him up! Jeez!

Okay, he's good. He's okay!

I can't do it, Coach.

I can't do it.

So that's a no? Or~

Don't make me do it, Coach.

Get him off the ice.

Why, God, why?

Back to the chicken coop.

- Coach!

- What?

Put me in.

- Coach.

- What?

- Stop crying.

- I'm not crying.

Stop it. I'm gonna win this game for us.

- Coach!

- Yeah.

Listen to me, put me in.

- Okay.

- Now.

Okay, you're in.

Go get him, kid! Go get him, kid!

Get back out there, guys.

I'll find you a doctor.

That was awesome. You totally deserve an Oscar.

Have you thought about acting?

I wasn't acting.

- Oh, sorry, dude.

- So, we gotta go.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Text my sister.

- Have everyone meet us at the Slam.

- Okay.

- Dude, why'd you park there?

- It's super cool!

- I'm good.

- What are you doing?

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