Summer of 8 Page #2

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All of us and them.

Girls are not

that different.

Yeah, they are.

Yeah, they are.

No, they're not.

No, no. No they're not.

I mean, the data is

pretty much on our side.

You want some data?

Yeah.

Aiden, how much do

you love blowj*bs?

What?

What? I dunno.

You... you don't know?

I mean, it's a lot.

It's good.

F***, man. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, of course it's great!

On a scale

from one to ten,

how hot does a girl

have to be for you

to let her blow you?

Ah, dude, I don't know.

I haven't really, like, put

a lot of thought into it.

So f***in' think

about it, man!

Let's take out the sevens,

the eights, the nines

and the tens

'cause they're in, right?

So would you let

a six blow you?

Depends.

On what?

On the circumstances.

Oh!

You f***ing me, man!

No, it's important!

Okay, fine, yeah,

sixes are in, all right?

I'd let a six blow me.

How kind of you.

How about a five?

Yeah, fine, fives, whatever.

Okay, so we're actually

getting somewhere now.

Would you let

a four blow you?

Jessica dooley

is a four.

On her best day.

No, no!

You don't even...

Don't even start

with that bullshit.

No, stop. Where are we?

We're at three now?

Okay, take it easy.

Aiden,

like every other guy

in the planet, would

let just about

any girl with a pulse

give him a blowj*b.

So what,

for the love of god,

is your point?

I'm getting there, Jesse.

Bobby, on a scale

from one to ten,

just on looks,

what's Aiden?

He's like a 8.5.

Aw, thanks, man.

Okay, so what am I?

You?

Yeah.

You're a three.

Ha! You're a f***in' a**hole.

No, you're like a seven.

No, you already

said it, no. Okay.

I don't know

where you're going with this.

I know that girls

are different.

Okay, but they are not

that different.

They are just as sexually

curious as we are.

You don't think that a girl

loves the feeling

of our tongues

on their pussies

as much as we love

the feeling of her

mouth on our c*cks?

Of course, they do.

Come on, dude!

We are all young!

You know, we are curious

and we're sexual

and we want to investigate

and explore and rip off

and unzip and

explode everywhere!

Watch

where you're exploding.

So here's your data,

all right?

Guys will down

for a three,

at least, right?

Serena's getting

an eight and a half.

Girls are different

but think about this.

Are they five and a half

points different?

I don't think so.

That's why I think Aiden

is already in there.

And the truth is,

that they are not even

four points different.

So that means

that I have a shot.

So yeah. Go ahead

and put that data

in your pipe and suck it.

Okay. All right.

Look at them.

I mean, they look like

just simple creatures to me.

Ten counts says

they're talking about periods

and push-up bras.

Jen's easy.

Ten years from now,

a high-powered attorney.

I like that.

Yeah,

she'll be chewing up men

for a living.

And spitting them out.

Argh!

What about kids?

What about them?

Oh.

Do you think

you'll ever want them?

Em, I am one.

I'm sure as hell not

thinking about having one.

Okay, Serena's turn.

Oh, you're a writer.

Ah, awesome.

Thank you.

What about em?

That... that is also easy.

President of Sierra club.

President of the peace corps.

President of the

United States.

Okay, okay.

You guys are nuts.

We're not nuts.

You're the most brilliant

girl I've ever met.

And you won

most likely to succeed.

And yearbooks do not lie.

Wait, em... em is editor

of the yearbook.

How do we know

that she didn't rig it?

Because I won

most likely to succeed?

- Wait, what's that mean?

- Oh, come on.

No, everybody knows that

most likely to succeed

is just code

for biggest nerd.

Em, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

No it's not.

It's not code for anything.

It means that people

believe in you.

Says the girl

who won best body.

Aw!

Come on, em.

So I have a good body,

big f***in' what?

It is not something

to take for granted,

trust me.

Neither is people thinking

that you're smart, trust me.

Okay, Lily's turn.

Uh, please.

I'm a lost cause.

Aw!

I am also a lost cause.

Kiss my ass!

Lily, wait for me!

- There's still so much

- I wish I could ask you.

Show you,

share with you.

It doesn't get any

better than this.

It's funny how that thought

comforts me

and scares the sh*t out of me

at the same time.

On one hand, I'm so grateful

for these guys.

For Lily, for this day,

for this moment.

On the other hand,

I've got this gut feeling

it's only going to get harder

from here on out.

How could it not?

Look at us.

This has gotta be

the easy part, right?

What's it going to be like

when this little adventure

that we're on

takes some

real twists and turns?

Settle an argument for me.

May I?

Oh.

Is Jen right?

She really does think

all guys are a**holes.

She's probably right.

Wow.

I don't think

you're an a**hole.

May be I'm not

like other guys.

Or maybe a**holes

are just a**holes

and you are like most guys.

Oh, so I am

like most guys?

No,

that's not what I meant.

I... I'm kidding.

So do you think

you're ready?

For what?

Leaving home.

College, all of it.

As ready

as I'll ever be, right?

That is just it.

I don't think I'm as ready

as I could have been.

What do you mean?

Well, I just... I think

there are some things

I could have or should

have done before going.

Like what?

I don't know.

Like...

Like dated more.

Maybe I should have

dated more.

Em, you have

plenty of time for that.

Plus, how may

high school idiots

can you date anyway?

I wondered though

if maybe dating more

in high school

would have made me better

at dating in college.

"Better at dating?"

Sure.

It takes practice, right?

It gets better with

practice, right?

Em,

you don't need to

practice dating.

Well, it's easy

for you to say.

I'm sure you've done

all the dating

that you wanted.

Don't be so sure.

You're saying...

You're saying there's

someone that you wanted

to date, but didn't?

Are you nuts,

of course.

Ah, dude,

thank you so much.

Wait, did he make it?

- So sweet.

- No, no, no.

He almost made it.

It was

a great f***in' effort.

Almost only counts

in horseshoes and junior

high sex, right, Jen?

I'm sorry, buddy.

I know I promised

but some things

just have to be shared.

Yes, they do.

Do they?

What does that mean?

No, don't you dare.

Oh, screw that.

Dare away.

What?

Come on, em.

Some things have

to be shared.

No, seriously.

I will kill you.

You will thank me.

No, no.

It's time for the cat

to be out of that bag.

Maybe these guys

can help you.

No, no, no, I don't know

about this, you guys.

I'm with Lily

on this one.

No, I do not care

who you're with,

not another word.

Not another word.

Sorry, em.

Should be.

What...

Sorry.

What, wait, no.

That's it?

Yeah.

That's bullshit.

Actually, I mean...

I think it's

really impressive.

Shut up.

No, no, no, no.

Think about it.

I mean, guys would

never let each other

off the hook like that.

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