The Boy Downstairs Page #3
What do you want to...
what do you want to
do with the battery?
I want to put it in my mouth.
Oh, well, all right.
Ow.
Oh, that's good.
That is good.
Um...
Um...
I also filled the
bath tub up with water.
You did?
Yeah, just in case
they shut the water off.
My bathroom?
toilet or for drinking water.
Oh, for both of those.
For both.
And I got...
From the same bathtub.
...baby wipes for
our body, yeah.
Wait.
You got baby wipes?
- Yeah.
- I love baby wipes.
I know.
That's why I got them.
I carry them, like, in my...
in my tote bag.
What, in your tote bag?
[music stops]
- Oh, my God.
- It's happening.
You were right.
[giggling]
Are you warm enough?
Mm-hmm, just getting cozy.
Good.
So in my, um, sociology class...
Mm-hmm.
write down our vision of life,
like, a exercise.
And, um...
That's super cheesy.
Yeah, I guess.
But I don't know.
It seemed like...
I don't know.
It just kind of
caught me off guard.
You know, does it make
you think of anything?
Um, no.
I don't know, no.
You don't have...
you don't have dreams?
No.
You don't have
dreams in there?
I have dreams.
I have dreams.
And I don't like to
say them out loud.
Why?
I don't know.
Um, OK, when I was
in the fourth grade,
I had this epic, epic crush
on this boy named Dale.
His name was Dale?
Yes, his name was Dale.
OK.
Anyway, I planned to take
this secret with me to my grave.
But then Stephanie Jacobs
had this slumber party.
And we were playing
truth or dare.
do you have a crush on Dale?
And I had to say yes.
And then on Monday,
she told everybody,
including Dale, who came up to
me at recess and asked me out.
But it was a joke.
And then he started laughing.
And then all of his
friends started laughing.
And then everyone was laughing.
And then he, um, pantsed me.
Oh, my God.
That... he pantsed you?
Dale is an a**hole.
I know, totally.
But he did teach me, um,
the invaluable lesson
that the only way to protect
yourself from deep pain
and humiliation
is just to, like,
bury your feelings
deep within your soul
and never let them out.
That's horrible.
I'm just... I'm kidding.
I'm... I mean, I'm...
I'm OK.
You're doing great.
Do you... do you need a cuddle?
Sure, I'll...
Like, a little one?
I'll... I'll take
a little cuddle,
only a little one, though, OK?
Do you want to know what
my vision for life was?
Hmm?
Yeah, sure.
You're gonna make fun of me.
Probably.
I don't know.
I kind of want, like,
what my parents have,
like, I don't know, being
with someone for decades
[knocking]
Amy?
Hi.
Hi.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
Is Ben moving?
No.
Oh, OK.
Um, sorry.
Uh, why are you here?
Uh, Ben?
BEN:
Yeah, is it the pizza?Oh.
Hey.
Um, yeah, I was just
wondering if you knew what
was going on with the, um...
They're doing
maintenance on the lines.
Yeah, they... they
sent out a letter.
Gotcha.
I should, um, probably
check my mail more often.
I'm sorry.
Are you... are you guys dating?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Cool, great, that's cool.
I'm sorry.
Did... did you know
that we dated when
you showed me the apartment?
No.
Right, because
that would be crazy.
Yeah, obviously,
I didn't know.
Obviously.
[awkward laugh]
Yeah, well, goodnight.
- Yeah.
- Goodnight.
- Enjoy your pizza...
- Goodnight.
...when it arrives.
- Yeah, all right.
- See ya.
Bye.
This is disgusting.
Why did you make me get this?
It's so good.
It's disgusting.
You're crazy.
I am not crazy.
You're bananas.
Um, what's going on with Ben?
Um, nothing, what do you mean?
Like, have you talked to
him or Meg since the blackout?
Uh, no, I haven't
really seen them around.
What's happening with Marcus?
Mm, nothing, he's an a**hole.
Well, yes, for any
specific reason this time?
I texted him high,
like, four weeks ago,
and he never replied.
So, yeah, done with him.
Do you promise?
Diana.
OK, OK.
Yes, I'm serious.
OK, I believe you.
He's just so
friggin' charming.
And when we're together,
he's very complimentary.
Gabs, I get it.
But it's not real, and then
it goes away really fast.
And it leaves you
feeling like sh*t.
And you're settling,
and you know it.
OK.
- I should get back to work.
- OK.
I love you.
I love you.
I'll see you later.
OK.
I'd date you if I was a boy.
Treat you better than Marcus.
Hi.
Hi.
Oh, it's good to see you.
You, too.
How was London?
Oh, it was great.
London was great.
Good.
How are you?
Good, listen.
The short stories
you sent me were
very funny and very engaging.
That's so great
to hear from you.
Thank you.
But this... this is not short.
Uh, no.
This is a novel.
Yeah, I hope so.
I am assuming it's a
work in progress, yes?
Oh, yes, yes, 100%.
Because right now, the
story seems scattered.
OK, yeah.
Firstly, the character,
I don't understand
her motivation for anything.
I mean, the friendship
part is very good.
It's fleshed out.
It's very nice.
But that man...
Hugo.
He just seems like a jerk.
Right.
Why don't we go
through specifics.
- OK.
- All right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You know what?
Let's start at the top, even
this just whole beginning.
- So send me your next draft.
- I will, I promise.
OK?
Yeah.
Thank you, Susan.
Bye.
Bye.
(SINGING) I can take you higher.
I can take you home.
Hey.
Hey.
They have candy corn here.
Awesome.
What's wrong?
I just... I don't
understand who has
a rooftop party for Halloween.
It's October.
It's freezing.
I'm fine.
Um, I did see some really cute
boys in line for the bathroom.
How cute?
Like, really cute.
Like potential
husband material cute?
Potentially.
Tonight could be the night.
I mean, I feel like tonight
probably is the night.
We'll just turn this night
upside down and make it...
Oh, my God, Marcus is here.
...the night we
meet our husbands.
Gab?
Hello.
[chuckling]
Sorry.
Hi.
I'm Eliot.
I admit, that
was kind of creepy.
Uh...
Well, it's Halloween.
Chin chin.
What?
Chin chin, it's,
like, a British thing.
Sure, sure.
Cool.
So do you have any,
like, hobbies or...
Uh, yep, yeah.
Nice.
Um, I have hobbies.
They, um, are I...
I like to eat.
Uh...
OK, controversial.
Hey, hey.
Oh.
Oh, my God, how are you?
Hi.
I'm good.
How are you?
Great, yeah, really good,
it's so good to see you.
You seem weird.
Are you... are you...
are you OK?
No, I'm... I'm fine.
Yeah?
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
Would you, uh, do you want
to come over to my place
or whatever or...
Uh, I... I can't.
- I'm here with Diana.
- Oh, come on.
I miss you.
Well, how about we go
on a date next Friday?
I... uh, next Friday, I just...
I've got some plans.
But, I mean, maybe definitely
afterwards, like, I could...
you know, you could like
come through my crib.
Or, like, I could call you or...
Yeah, OK, just let me know.
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