The Wretched Page #2

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- How we doing over here?

- I was sleeping.

Yeah?

Not a fan of sailing?

My dad wanted me to learn how.

I wanted to go paddle boating.

This isn't paddle boating.

This sucks.

Let me tell you something.

There are popsicles

in the fridge in the cafeteria.

The deal is, you see anything

weird outside your house

you tell me, alright?

- Okay.

- Get out of here. Go.

Hello? Uh-huh.

Oh, hey, Sara wanted us to,

uh, pick up dinner rolls.

Yeah.

Gluten-free. Uh-huh.

Truce.

I'm guessing

these aren't gluten-free.

- What?

- Three dollars.

- Hey, mom.

- Hey, sweetie.

Starting to think

you're forgetting about me.

Yeah, yeah, sorry about that.

- I've been busy.

- Making any new friends up..

Going to a party tonight

if you want to come.

- Um, I can't tonight.

- Any cuties?

- You sure? You positive?

- Yeah.

- Mm-hmm.

- You don't want to come?

You wanna be boring and lame

forever?

- Okay.

- I, I just got here, but yeah.

I miss my boys.

What are you guys up to

tonight?

Is your dad making

his world-famous Coney dogs?

Um, I, uh..

- Hey! Wait!

- Hey!

Hold up.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Never have I ever been

skinny dipping.

Seriously, Dana?

You're so f***ing lame.

Alright, J.J.'s turn.

Never have I ever broken my arm.

- Aww.

- Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink!

- Alright.

- Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

- You do not have to drink that.

- Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

- Drink! Drink!

- Come on, drink it.

Drink! Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink!

There's barely any room on here.

How am I supposed to

fit my name?

- You gonna tell me?

- I don't even know you.

I can't go divulging

my darkest secrets.

I'm very trustworthy.

You're very drunk.

Mm.

I fell out of

a second-story window.

I snuck into my neighbor's house

to steal some Vicodin.

I went in the medicine cabinet

and... they came home

so I climbed out the window.

That's... how you broke your arm?

- You jumped?

- I guess.

I barely remember that part.

- It was kinda stupid.

- It sounds pretty stupid.

Mm.

Alright, okay, your turn.

That is not the deal.

Ahh!

Fine.

This was a while ago.

Hannah Montana.

I, come on,

I, I bare my soul to you

and you give me Hannah Montana?

I wore an orange wig to school

all of fourth grade

and I made everybody call me

by my stage name.

Dakota Starcrush.

- And why? Why'd you stop?

- 'Cause the wig started to smell like butt.

That's pretty awesome.

You're pretty awesome.

Starkis crush, Starcrush.

Here.

It's water.

Here. Come on.

Are you coming?

I can't get my cast wet.

Sh*t.

Ooh, cold.

What's your name?

Whoa, hey, whoa.

Whoa, jeez. Ha.

- Come on.

- Now you've been skinny dipping.

Alright, okay, I get it.

Relax.

Eyes closed.

I can hear you swimming.

Marco.

Polo.

Hey, there, turtle dick.

Little cold in there, buddy?

Just give me my shirt.

Sorry.

It was just a dare.

You're such an a**hole.

- What? It's funny.

- You're just being a dick.

F*** off.

Oh.

Hey, sweetie.

I'm not tough as nails, mom.

Oh, it's okay, baby.

Come here.

Come in here.

- Better?

- Mm-hmm.

Hey.

Oh, God.

Hey, are you okay?

I've been looking all over

goddamn everywhere for you.

Hey, did you, did you see her?

What? Who?

It was the neighbor. I..

Where were you?

I was, I was at a party.

Come on.

Ben!

Sorry.

I had a terrible night,

if it's any consolation.

I raised you better

than this sh*t. Come on, Ben.

- You're smarter than this.

- You and mom raised me.

Maybe you both should

stop patting

yourselves on the backs,

alright?

I just missed

a stupid f***ing dinner.

Sit!

You are going to apologize.

I said I'm sorry.

I'm going to bed.

You are gonna sit there

and apologize to Sara!

I'm not apologizing to some

b*tch you're sleeping with.

I'm... just gonna head out.

I, um, I should go.

It's..

- I'm sorry.

- It's fine.

We'll talk tomorrow.

You missed a good dinner.

Oh, sh*t.

Baby, I gotta run.

I'm gonna miss my charter.

Oh, someone needs a shower.

Hey, be good for mom.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, what's up, midget dick?

Gross.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom, one of the bunnies

are gone.

Mom?

Mom?

Hey.

You lock up the boathouse?

Yeah.

Here.

Thanks.

You ready?

I... I still have all these

rental contracts to go through.

- I... I can walk.

- No.

I'll be done with this sh*t

in about an hour.

You can sit and wait.

- Hey.

- Hey.

The last of the charters came in

so I'm gonna head out.

Okay.

Ah, Sara.

Can I get a ride?

Ah, you know, I'm, like,

an amazing cook.

I can't have dairy anymore,

but I do a killer vegan.

It's one of the reasons

that I'm awesome

and, uh, not just some b*tch

your dad's sleeping with.

I, uh, I didn't..

Look, here's the deal.

I'm gonna give you a do-over.

Just... promise to give

the casserole a shot?

Deal.

Deal.

What are you doing up here?

Dillon?

Don't let her in.

Stay here.

Are your parents home?

Can I help you?

Hey, sweetie.

My son, he likes to play

hide and seek.

He's a handful.

Is he here?

No.

Just... just us.

Ah, if I see him

I'll let you know.

Can you bring him down?

I... I didn't say he was here.

Hey, whoa.

Hey, this is

private property, okay?

I decide if you come in.

You are a very stupid boy.

I'll snap that other arm.

Hey, I'm 17,

and you can get off my porch.

Baby?

I came home,

and all the lights were off.

What's going on?

I'm looking for our son.

Dillon?

Dad. Dad!

Hey, pooper

what are you doing

all the way over here?

I want to go home.

Come on, baby.

Oh.

Hey, you, uh, you spooked me.

I... I thought I was

the only one here.

Hey, no worries.

It won't kill me.

You good?

Yeah.

Ah... have a good night.

Yeah, you too.

Alright.

Let's get cozy.

Okay.

Here we go, just like that.

Alright, night, bud.

Dad.

Mom's being... weird.

Ah, you should have seen her

at Burning Man.

Mom's always been weird.

Sleep tight.

- Hey.

- Hey.

What you doin'?

Just, uh..

Just watchin' Netflix.

You?

Hung over.

This fat kid ate

a whole microwave pizza

and now I'm eating your apology.

- Cool.

- I am cool.

So is that, like, your thing?

Tell a girl a sob story,

puke on her

and then skinny dip with

the town ho?

Ben? Hello?

Yeah, yeah, I'm... I'm here,

just, uh..

...this movie just got good.

Ben..

Well, I can go if you're busy.

Ben? Ben?

Ben, you home?

You workin' today, idiot?

Yeah.

Yeah.

- What time is it?

- 11:
00.

Where's, uh, where's Dillon?

Who?

Little blond kid.

He had a lesson today at... at

10:
00.

Oh, you're fine. He no-showed.

Okay, bathroom's over there.

What do you mean, no-showed?

- What?

- He didn't show up.

I, um.. Look, I... I gotta go.

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