The Boy Next Door Page #2
You're actually
going the opposite way.
Yeah.
All right,
we're gonna check out the alternator.
You're loosening it up
rather than tightening it.
How's that?
It's in there.
You wanna finish it off, Noah?
I'll just do it in there.
Okay.
Yeah, this one needs two...
Make sure it's
actually in there.
To the right?
Okay, I'm changing the subject.
Um, how long will your
uncle be in the hospital?
Um, I don't know.
It's all about
the transplant taking.
Well, until he's better,
you can come over for dinner here
anytime, okay?
I don't want you eating
by yourself. I mean it.
Thanks, but I don't
wanna impose.
Oh, I do.
Especially if she's making the guacamole.
You are not an imposition.
Are you saying I am?
Mmm.
Well, in that case,
I wouldn't mind
imposing on your
literature class.
Oh, no, dude,
you don't wanna do that.
They call her
"The Crusher."
Is that what they call me?
Yes.
Yeah.
You know what?
Carry your own plate.
Clean up all the dishes.
Now he's really
worried about it.
Strange kid.
Why?
Can't put my finger on it.
Don't try so hard.
Okay. He's interested
in literature?
In the classics.
Back in San Bernardino,
we were studying the Odyssey.
You want me to help
you out with that?
Sure. Here you go.
You know, I'm teaching
Homer next semester.
Really? He's my favorite.
You're kidding, right?
Second that.
Dude, you gotta read the Iliad.
Achilles is this total badass.
Hot-tempered, full of pride,
completely consumed
by his emotions.
You know what he
called Agamemnon?
Who?
"A pitiful excuse
for a king."
To his face.
He killed this guy, Hector.
But instead of hiding out
like a p*ssy, he...
Dragged his dead body around
for everybody to see.
Yes!
He stood by his actions, right or wrong.
Well, because to him
they were justified.
Do you have any idea
what they're talking about?
No.
No.
Homer's a genius, my man.
Just like Shakespeare,
Byron, Zeppelin, Dylan.
Ugh.
Poets.
Poets.
Poets.
I'll have him back Sunday afternoon!
Bye, Mom, I love you!
Oh, hey, Noah, come on in.
You know, Kevin already left.
Actually, I, uh, picked
something up for you.
Oh, my God,
this is a first edition?
I can't accept this,
this must have cost a fortune!
It was a buck at a garage sale.
One man's trash...
Noah, I can't.
Honestly...
Claire, please!
I've been eating here
every single night.
It would mean a lot to me.
Thank you.
- Those yours?
- Oh, no.
They were a gift from Vicky.
Good.
Why?
Those kind of shoes are for
women trying to be sexy.
You don't need to try.
I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have, uh...
No. No, it's okay.
Where are you?
Almost there.
Well, hurry up!
Vicky, I can't do this!
I haven't had a date
in 18 years,
I don't even know
what to do anymore!
Three things.
One, laugh a lot.
Two, take off your wedding ring.
Three, give him head.
What?
Kidding!
Just get here, pronto!
And the closer
I get to this car,
the smell is getting stronger and stronger.
And I walk up to
the guy's window,
rolls down the window,
I look and on
the passenger seat is
his dead dog!
You did not tell me that.
So, Ethan tells me you teach.
English, is it?
The classics.
Wow.
What does that mean?
Oh. No, he just
means as a compliment,
like, "Wow, you teach
the classics."
It's fancy.
I mean, I don't know
how many kids nowadays
are going to use
what they learn from classics.
No offense.
Oh, none taken.
I am a vice principal
and I just want to see
these kids employed.
Shall we order?
Silly me,
I just want them educated.
I'm fine with education,
but we gotta get them working.
Practical skills.
Ah! Money!
That's the goal, then.
Oh. Ethan,
how's your mom?
Gallstones.
- Oh, gallstones.
- Mm-hmm.
Are those the ones you pass?
Or are those the other stones?
Yeah, she's getting better.
You know, money's fine,
except when it's motivated by greed.
You're a little firecracker when
you get riled up, aren't you?
Firecracker?
Is that how you regard
women with an opinion?
Only when they
disagree with mine.
Pleasure to meet you, Benny.
No, Claire, stay, stay!
J. K. Rowling.
I'm sorry?
Billionaire.
Classics major.
She's a lot of laughs.
You gotta get to know her.
- Hello?
- Question.
I tried to defrost
a chicken in the microwave.
And some of it's kind of cooked,
some of it's kind of not.
Do you think it's still cool to
eat the cooked part?
No! Do not eat that!
Then, please, come over and bail me out.
Um...
Um... Uh...
Okay.
Perfect. Okay.
Yes.
See you soon.
Okay.
I mean, that date was awful.
Like that chicken.
I'm sorry I couldn't salvage
it more, but... You did fine.
The damage was done.
Yeah. I'm glad
I had you next door.
What?
God, you're beautiful.
You know that?
Oh, no, I'm...
Amazing.
And sweet, natural and sexy.
So sexy.
Noah!
Kiss me, Claire.
Just...
I can't.
Just once.
Please.
I have to go.
Tonight, in the window...
You were watching me.
I can't do this!
Noah!
I want to watch you now.
This can't happen.
We can't.
It's wrong!
It doesn't feel wrong, does it?
Wait.
It feels so...
Oh, my God, stop.
...nice.
Soft.
Please, please stop.
Noah, please!
Stop.
No judgments.
No rules.
Just us.
Oh, my God.
A woman like you
should be cherished.
Loved.
Let me love you, Claire.
You are perfect
in every way.
Oh, my God!
Hey! Where are you going?
Home.
I gotta get home.
No, you don't.
Kevin doesn't get home till later.
Have some coffee.
I can't. This...
Was incredible.
Hey, you're having second thoughts,
it's normal.
This isn't normal, okay?
Nothing about this is normal.
Where's my coat?
Would you just stop
for one minute?
Look, Noah,
I don't want you to think
that any of this
was your fault, okay?
I'm the adult,
I'm the one that should've known...
Stop, stop! Just stop!
What we did wasn't wrong.
No matter what you say,
it wasn't wrong!
I wasn't thinking clearly, okay?
I got swept up in the moment.
I was vulnerable
and you're very sweet.
No.
And it was flattering, but I...
No.
It was more than that.
God damn it!
Noah, look,
it wasn't more than that, okay.
I was feeling vulnerable.
How can you say that?
Last night was so perfect.
Because it's true.
And in time,
you're going to see it, too.
Just leave.
Are you okay?
Go!
Mom, we caught seven trout.
Wow!
Yeah, he was, uh,
pretty amazing.
Uh, Mom, can Dad
stay for dinner?
Um...
Please?
Dad?
Please?
Sure.
I saw this video on YouTube,
where this, just like, big,
you know, mountain dude
who lives all alone in
this old shack in Montana.
And he cooks all
his food on a shovel.
- No, you didn't.
- We did.
I mean, we wrap it up
in tinfoil first...
And eat off the shovel?
Yeah, well, the
foil-covered shovel.
It was a great meal.
It was delicious.
Yeah, it was, like,
one of the best meals I've ever had.
Oh! Thank you!
No. No offense, Mom.
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