Try Seventeen Page #3

Damn you.

I thought I told you never to speak of that.

Never!

I know you got it, you chicken sh*t!

You can still touch me. Still a heart to love me.

Still lips to kiss me. You can touch me without arms...

...and I need you to, darling, desperately.

Please touch me.

Touch me right now!

At least someone's been rehearsing.

It was bad, wasn't it?

You can tell me.

You were good.

Can you say that again, please, with just a little bit more feeling?

You were good.

Jones?

Will you kiss me?

Okay.

Okay because you want to, or okay because I asked you to?

-I want to.-Will you do it now, please?

Okay, I will, but--

-Sorry. I'm not very good at this.-Oh, but you will be.

You will be.

What are you waiting for?

This isn't your first time, is it?

-What?-What?

Are you serious?

Jones, my God. What do you think this is?

-Nothing. I mean---God, exactly. You know what?

You can't do this with me. Not like this. I mean....

You're really sweet and everything, but my God...

-...how old are you anyway?-Seventeen.

Seventeen? My God, what am I doing? You know what, Jones?

-You need to fall in love first.-Love?

Yes, love. Seventeen-year-olds can fall in love.

By the time I was 1 7,I'd already loved three or four boys.

-Like really, truly, loved them.-You're right.

-Of course I'm right.-Trust me. You don't want to do this.

-You're right.-You think you do, but--

-What did you say?-I said, you're right.

-Right about what?-About this, about us.

-I don't want to, like you said.-What?

Okay, the show's over. Im through being an audience.

Just looking on and listening. I want someone who's more than words...

...because if Ive learned anything so far, it's this: Talk is cheap, partner.

So you say it's a party you want, huh? Hell, woman, I'll show you a party.

What did I say about coming down and celebrating?

Damn it, I got dishes at home that need washing.

You done crossed me for the last time. Speak up, damn it! I'm talking to you!

Oh, dear God, help me.

It's Jones Dillon, coming to kill me.

Please, Dillon. I wasn't going to hurt her. Honest.

You'd best say goodbye to them buttons, you no-arm son of a b*tch.

Mr. Dillon.

You have a shave scheduled, Mr. Dillon.

A shave.

And a bath.

That's me.

But, Jones, this animal said he was going to roll me down Main Street!

Down Main Street, right out of town, one kick at a time!

Squeeze.

With spurs on, Jones!

I need a ride.

-You didn't have to do this.-That's okay.

I've been meaning to buy some records.

We don't sell records.

I thought you said it was a record store.

It's just called a record store. Its all CDs.

Right. Well, I dont have a record player anyway.

I don't care if you dont like the picture, okay?

-What picture?-It's not going to hurt my feelings.

You could've at least acknowledged the damn thing, you know.

-What picture?-The picture I gave you.

The picture I slipped under your door! I put it in an envelope and--

Look, there's no way you didn't--Oh, goddamn it. She likes you, right?

-Who?-Who? The b*tch that--

Just forget it, forget it. Im sorry.

-Are you coming in?-No. I don't have a CD player either.

-Will you need a ride home?-No. I'll manage.

How about you?

Okay, shut it off.

That's great. How do you know all this stuff?

-I learned it from Rocky.-Who's Rocky?

-That motorcycle in my apartment?-Yeah?

That's Rocky.

He left that behind, the rogue.

He was my last.

He lived in your apartment for a while, but he spent most of his time in mine.

Then he moved on.

That was three years ago.

-Jones?-Yeah?

It's been three years since I had sex, Jones.

Didn't you say "whoa"? Three years and you say "whoa"?

Listen, you, three years of celibacy deserves more than "whoa."

-"Whoa" doesn't come close.-Try 1 7.

-What, years?-Well, the first 1 2 were pretty easy.

But what about...?

So you're a...?

It's great.

It's really great.

It's the pain.

The pain?

That's why I like it. Because it's honest and it's real...

...and it's nothing you can faker hide.

To me, it's like you're feeling pain for the first time in your life.

And before this moment, you didn't even know it existed.

I broke my arm once when I was a kid.

How is it someone you've just met, a person you hardly know...

...can somehow know you? Can take one look at you...

...and see more in that instant than most people will ever see?

I suppose there's only one way to find out.

-Hi, Jane.-Hi.

Hi. I was wondering if you would, you know...

-...if you'd like to go out or--?-You're a little young for me, Jones.

-Besides, I don't date.-Well, it wouldn't be a date.

I don't know many people here, and I thought maybe we could--

Maybe you should get a record player.

Well, we don't have to.

I don't do movies.

No dinners, no picnics...

...no walks.

How about you decide?

I hear you typing a lot. What are you writing?

-Letters, mostly.-Letters to whom, your girlfriend?

Girlfriends.

There are several.

Is that right?

Get the f*** out of here.

Superfecta is the big one.

The first four horses in order area b*tch to win, but top-dollar pay.

Trifecta is the same deal, but first three horses in order.

Still's a b*tch, still good money.

Exacta bet is firsthand second in order.

Quinella is the same, but in any order.

So those are good. Win, place or show bets...

...you can figure out for yourself.

Are you talking to me?

Yes, dummy. How do you want to bet?

I have no idea. How about you bettor me, and I'll get us some drinks?

Sure you will.

-How did you do that?-A trick I learned from my mother.

So, what are we drinking to?

Close your eyes and point.

-New in Town.-New in Town.

Yes! New in Town, run, run, run!

Baby, run!

Sh*t!

-Yes! Go, go!-Go, go, go!

-Yes! Yes! Come on, come on!-Yes! Yes! Come on!

-Little Bee!-Little Bee! Go on!

-Go, go, go!-Little Bee, run!

I used to go there a lot with Steve...

...and he always lost his ass. I guess thats why I can still stand it there.

This is the part where you ask me who Steve is.

No, it isn't.

Fair enough.

Then I'll ask you something.

-Name?-Jones Dillon.

-Age?-Seventeen.

-From?-Texas.

-No funny accent.-I grew up in the East, mostly.

Me too.

Boarding schools and summer camps.

What about your parents?

What parents?

How many orphans got boarding schools?

Lots. Who's Steve?

I thought you didn't want to know.

He's your old boyfriend?

One of several.

Are you telling me you're an orphan?

Not exactly. How many is several?

-Wouldn't you like to know?-I just want to know about one.

-That's it. Out of film.-That's it?

Why? You thought you were getting somewhere?

So is there anything else should know about you?

I don't think so.

-Unless....-What?

No.

Spill it.

I'm a virgin.

Never?

All those girlfriends and no action?

I almost did once.

Really, when?

Recently.

-How recently?-Pretty recently.

I want to tell you something.

If you want to hang out with her, you don't hang out here, okay?

I'll hang out here.

Okay.

Jane?

-Yeah?-I'm sorry.

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