The Romantics Page #6

It can be fixed.

Really. This will be fine.

I can fix this.

Lila, don't. Don't!

She didn't...

Lila, she didn't mean it! God!

You're so dead!

Stop!

Li, there's something

we need to tell you.

What is it?

- Tom's missing.

- Last night...

No, he's not.

- I saw Tom last night.

- Are you kidding me? That's great!

- Where is he now?

- There he is!

- Hey!

- I looked there.

You didn't look hard enough.

- Are you ready?

- Yeah.

Big swim you went for.

Oh, no, it's bad luck

for you to see each other

- before the wedding.

- Weesie, shut up.

I'm gonna go get ready.

- I am, too.

- OK.

Lila? Honey?

Hey.

Hey.

- You good?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Got your lucky tie there?

I don't know.

You having some trouble

tying the knot there, buddy?

I'll be here all night.

- You might wanna shave.

- Sh*t, I forgot to shave too. OK.

What do you guys think of the hair?

There?

- Or...

- Or there?

Choose a side.

Where have you been?

I'm gonna need help with my zipper.

- How's my makeup?

- Revolting.

- And the hair?

- Trashy.

- You've seen my dress?

- Tacky choice.

Thank you. OK, perfect.

Oh, my God!

I'm getting married!

Minnow? Come on in!

You look beautiful.

Oh, sh*t. I left my bouquets downstairs.

Could someone go get them?

- I will.

- Thank you.

All right. Dress.

- I believe I need to get dressed.

- Yes, let's do that.

There you are.

Thank goodness.

I was starting to think

you'd run off with those.

- Minnow?

- I'm sorry.

It's fine.

You were just in time.

No, not about the flowers.

I saw Tom last night.

That's nice. Did you two

get a chance to catch up?

I found him when he was missing.

Guess those years

as a Girl Scout paid off.

No, he wasn't lost. He was hiding.

I know all about his meltdown.

That's not what I mean.

Honey, you look so beautiful.

Girls, it's time to process.

Let's go.

What do you mean?

I mean, Tom wasn't alone last night.

He was with me.

We were together.

Why are you telling me this right now?

This doesn't concern me.

- It doesn't?

- Laura...

Trip, why don't we go...

He's a groom. I'd be concerned

if he wasn't a wreck

the night before his wedding.

If he was in love with someone else,

would that concern you?

Laura, this chapter is over.

- Li. I love him.

- Yes. And I feel sorry for you.

You know I have tried

to change these feelings.

I've done everything.

Other guys, other towns, other jobs.

And they say that it gets easier

with time, but it doesn't.

If anything, the more time passes,

the more I miss him.

Unrequited love is the

perfect romantic construct.

It allows two cowardly people

to act out a fantasy of love

without having to face

any real consequences.

Li, you know he feels

the same way.

He always has, and you know that.

- You are my maid of honor!

- Yeah.

And I have done everything I possibly

can to fulfill that obligation.

I thought that I could

get through this. I did.

But I can't, and he can't, either.

- He doesn't want this, either.

- You remember sophomore year?

The Lit Christmas party

when you wore my dress?

The red one I bought

especially for the event?

You took that, too, without asking.

And then when I went

to get ready for the event,

- my dress was missing.

- You know what?

I picked that dress out.

When we were on Chapel Street,

we saw it in the window of Nelly's,

and you remember I picked it out

and then you went back and you

bought it. I was the editor of Lit.

It was my night.

It was my occasion.

Or the time I got the apple tattoo and

then a week later you got the same one?

You saw me draw that in

1 9th Century Novel, OK?

And then, all of a sudden,

you show up

and you have it

branded on your tailbone.

Freshmen, sophomore,

every year of college,

when I provided you months

of meticulous notes

hours before the finals,

you feel entitled to my things...

- Mine, mine!

- ...because you want them!

Yeah. Fine, you win, Lila.

You provided me with

the meticulous study notes.

But you know what?

I inspired your best ideas.

And when you got together with Tom,

senior spring, I was still dating him.

Why are you doing this

to me right now?

Because you're about to marry a man,

and I don't think you should.

You just can't bear to see me happy,

and so you have to

trash it with your emotions.

No, Li. You deserve to be with

someone who is in love with you,

totally and completely.

How dare you try to pass this off

as an act of friendship.

- This is sabotage.

- No, this takes courage.

Courage?! That's funny.

- I am not trying to hurt you.

- Yes, you are.

That is your intention.

This has nothing to do with Tom.

It's about me and you and your envy!

No.

You can't do this. You can't!

You can't bully me anymore.

Obviously, I am torn.

And as your friend,

I do want what is best for you.

But I can't keep putting you

ahead of me forever.

My God, you're delusional. You actually

believe you're entitled to my fianc!

This is not a difficult

or complicated situation, Laura.

This is very simple.

I won and you're jealous.

Jealous?

No.

I pity you.

Your groom is in love

with another woman.

He asked me to marry him.

Not you.

All this is...

...certainly tragic.

Debatably interesting,

but it really doesn't matter anymore,

because he's marrying me

in ten minutes.

Li, he cheated on you.

No.

You did.

Oh, my God! Can I move yet?

I'm sorry about last night.

I was out of line.

Yeah, you were.

Maybe I do need that ankle bracelet.

Seriously. I'm really sorry.

Thank you.

Love is like the ocean.

Vast, seemingly endless.

Rocky, at times.

Peaceful, at others.

Daunting for all

its unexplored depths,

but a constant source

of wonder and amazement.

Tom and Lila have written

their own vows,

in an expression of their creativity.

Lila...

Lila, when I...

Lila...

When I look at you...

...I'm speechless.

I literally have nothing to say.

You know, I...

If I...

Did you feel that?

What? No, I didn't.

Lila, words fail the depth and

complexity of my feelings for you.

I need canons of literature,

unwritten books,

an entirely new language.

But the thing is,

without words, I have nothing.

I have nothing.

You know, I... If I...

Maybe I should say it for you.

Get the dress!

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