The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Page #8

I just want to feel good

and happy and alive.

Because...

...if I feel alive...

...then it doesn't seem like she's dead.

And if I'm not sad...

...then it proves that I'm not like her.

Bee, you don't have

to prove that to anybody.

I mean, you have a strength in you

that your mom never had.

As much as she wanted to,

she couldn't find it.

Yeah, and you have something else too.

What?

You have us.

And we're not gonna

let you go anywhere, okay?

Thank you.

Come here.

Come back.

Bye.

Miss you too.

Not now, Maggie.

Maggie!

Maggie! Morning.

Get back here, now! I mean it!

Maggie. Excuse me.

Mags!

Sorry.

Maggie.

Did you lose these?

Yeah, I think I did.

Thanks.

So, what are you doing here?

I was looking for you, actually.

Yeah, we're on Hobart Place, not Street.

- It's really confusing.

- Yeah, that would do it. That would do it.

- So I'm on my way back to Columbia.

- That's not exactly nearby.

No, it's not exactly nearby.

I just wanted to say that

what happened between us...

...was my fault.

Fault?

Not fault. My responsibility.

I should've known better. It's just...

Well, I didn't exactly tell you

to slow down.

Problem is...

...I wanted it for all the wrong reasons.

And all the things that I was trying

to run away from...

...just ended up catching up

with me that much sooner.

Anyway, friends?

Okay, friends.

When you're 20...

...and probably a soccer star

at some huge college...

...and there's a million guys after you...

...promise me you'll give me a shot.

Deal.

All right.

- Thank you.

- Take care.

You too.

That's pretty impressive.

- Oh...

- My...

Oh, my God, Lena, look at you.

You're all here.

- I missed you so much.

- I don't believe you.

Bee, I am so sorry.

When I found your letter,

I tried to come sooner.

- Do you forgive me?

- Forgive you? Who the hell are you?

I wasn't sure I'd see you here.

I thought you'd change your mind

about your dad's wedding.

Nope.

- We decided we'd change it for her.

- Yeah, how about a little road trip?

- What are you talking about?

- Come on.

- What? No. No.

- Come on, you got to.

It's your father's wedding.

It's important for you to be there.

If it's that important then my dad

would tell me that himself.

Maybe he's still recovering

from the last conversation you had.

- I'm not sure that's entirely helpful.

- I'm just saying parents screw up.

- It's what they're good at. They do.

- It's up to us to see things they can't.

- He's gonna throw me out of the wedding.

- No, he's not.

- That's so overdramatic.

- Lf he does, we'll be there for you.

What aren't you guys understanding?

I am not going.

Why aren't you understanding

you are going?

So this is the view from my window.

- It's beautiful.

- And these are my cousin's donkeys.

This is George and George Junior.

My grandparents, caldera.

- Forget the caldera. I wanna see the guy.

- Where's the boy?

I'm sneaking in the back

once the ceremony begins.

You know, the caldera is

actually the top of a volcano.

- Okay, Lena, seriously.

- Once the ceremony's done, we're leaving.

- Look. Cute.

- Oh, my God. Lena.

I know. Isn't he gorgeous?

- I was referring to you holding a fish.

- Oh, you know what?

No fair attacking the driver.

Is it fair to bribe the driver

to go back home?

With what money?

Tibby's the only one working this summer.

Hey, I actually stacked my last shelf

at Wallmans, thank you very much.

Does this mean there's gonna be

a ceremonial burning of the smock?

No, actually, Duncan took the smock,

but I do have my nametag.

Can we burn it?

Hey, how did your suckumentary

turn out?

Well, it actually evolved into something

quite different than I expected, so...

What are you gonna call it?

Bailey.

Carmabelle, come on,

we're gonna be late.

What is she doing in there?

Carmen?

I changed my mind, guys.

I can't do this.

- Yes, you can.

- No, Lena, I can't.

- Carmen?

- What?

Carmen, please come out.

I promise you

everything's gonna be okay.

Bee, how do you know that?

Because of what I'm holding.

Wear them. They'll make you brave.

Bee, I can't wear

a pair of jeans to a wedding.

And besides, your week isn't up.

Well, rule number 11:

In the event of an emergency...

...the pants will automatically

go to the sister in need...

...regardless of the schedule.

- Bee, there is no rule number 11.

- Well, I think there should be.

And I'm invoking it now.

- That sounds like a really good rule to me.

- Yeah.

So are you gonna put them on yourself,

or are we going to have to do it for you?

Dearly beloved...

...we are assembled here, in the

presence of God and these witnesses...

...to celebrate the joining

of this man and this woman...

...in the unity of marriage.

Sorry, could you... Hold that thought

for one minute. I'm sorry.

There's an important

member of our family...

...who should be up here with us.

My daughter.

Carmen.

Dad, I'm not dressed, I...

I need you.

I'm sorry.

- I gotta get married.

- Okay.

Sorry.

You can go ahead.

Dearly beloved...

...we're assembled here, in the presence

of God and these witnesses...

...to celebrate the joining

of this man and this woman...

...in the unity of marriage.

There are no obligations on earth

sweeter or tenderer than those...

It would be easy to say that the pants

changed everything that summer.

But looking back now...

... I feel like our lives changed

because they had to...

... and that the real magic of the pants

was in bearing witness to all of this...

... and in somehow

holding us together...

... when it felt like nothing

would ever be the same again.

Some things never would be.

But we knew now that no matter how far

we traveled on our own separate paths...

Somehow we would always find

our way back to each other.

HAnd with that,

we could get through anything.

To us. Who we were, and who we are.

And who we'll be.

To the pants.

And the sisterhood.

And this moment,

and the rest of our lives.

Together and apart.

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