Watercolors Page #2

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when I came home.

He found some of my magazines.

What?

Oh, God!

Hi.

I thought you'd still be here.

Wasn't practice over

a long time ago?

Yeah. So?

It's time to eat.

My mom told me to come get you.

I'm almost done.

This place is kinda scary at night.

I think I've been down here

maybe twice my whole life.

I'm not supposed to be here.

I got the code.

Yeah. You left it open.

It's all right. Nobody comes

down here at this hour.

Do you want to join me?

No. I can't.

I can't swim.

You can't swim?

Don't you know that everybody's born

knowing how to swim?

We have to learn to walk and to run

and do all that other crap...

...but we come out already knowing.

Yeah, well, I must have forgot.

Forgotten.

You must have forgotten.

You're correcting my English?

Come on.

What do you say?

A few laps before dinner?

- It's easy.

- No.

I can't.

I don't have a bathing suit.

I'm not the athletic type, either.

Can't you tell?

Oh, I get it. You're all mental

and I'm all physical.

You know, you really need to stop

with those stereotypes.

I almost drowned once

in summer camp.

How can you be afraid?

It's just water.

I just told you.

Yeah? Well, that's bullshit.

Don't you know we're mostly

made up of water anyway?

You showed up

at one science class.

Big deal.

Oh, right. 'Cause jocks

can't know anything.

There you go again

with those stereotypes.

Come on, get in.

No. I don't have a bathing suit.

Are you nuts?

What are you so uptight about?

There's nobody here.

If you make me toss you in here...

...you'll have to walk all the way home

in your wet clothes.

Not so bad, huh?

Why are you making me do this?

Don't!

One, two...

- What are you doing?

- Relax.

Relax. I've got you.

Lean back.

Lean back.

Breathe.

Bet you're not thinking

about drowning now, are you?

I'm hungry.

How about you?

How are you supposed to catch up

if you don't open a book?

I can't read that sh*t anymore.

I can feel my heart beat

in my eyeballs.

See? You're working a new set

of muscles you never used before.

Jeez. There are

those stereotypes again.

You know,

your narrow-minded attitude.

...is getting rather dull, dude.

Besides,

why should I even bother?

I'll be gone in six months anyway.

Why?

I don't know.

The old man falls off the wagon.

Everything's good for a minute or two

and then he starts drinking again.

I don't know. We just seem

to wind up someplace else.

It's okay, though.

You meet all kinds.

You just learn not to get

too attached, you know?

That's so sad.

Life's tough, dude.

People just don't take

one look at each other.

...and fall in love

and live happily ever after.

Real life isn't Shakespeare.

You don't think it's possible?

No.

You?

Yeah, I do.

I like to think that I do.

Then write this essay.

For a kiss on the cheek?

Do you think I'm stupid?

That wasn't for that.

What was it for then?

Just being friendly.

I thought you might like it.

Well, not exactly milk and cookies,

but it gets the job done.

Otherwise, I'd be up all night.

Good night, kid.

Good night.

I bet you liked it.

You liked it

when I kissed you on the cheek.

You liked that sh*t.

You know, I can tell

you're looking at me right now.

F***ing little pervert.

You're going to pretend

to go to sleep.

But you're going to lie there

all night thinking about me.

Stop playing games with me.

- Write it.

- No.

You want to suck my dick?

You are a jock a**hole.

Wrong answer.

Now you can just lie there all night.

...and think about

what you should have said instead.

What time is it?

Did I oversleep?

No, it's early, honey.

Where's Carter?

Oh, he went swimming.

You want some breakfast?

Mm.

What are you looking for?

- I lost a sketch.

- Oh.

Bacon and eggs.

Say, Mom, what do you know

about this kid?

Stephen says he's having

a hard time adjusting.

I heard he got suspended for taking

the lug nuts off the faculty cars.

He seems all right, but then...

Then what, honey?

Stephen says he's worried

he's been taking drugs.

Yeah. Too much chlorine

to the brain.

He hasn't taken any drugs

since he's been here, has he?

No, Mom.

You'd tell me that, right?

What's up, Lois Lane?

Hey there.

Where's the Neanderthal?

He woke up at the crack of dawn

to go swimming.

Isn't that butch?

He just got back.

He's changing inside.

He's coming?

Be nice.

Okay, whatever you say.

I'll be nice.

He doesn't have a lot of friends.

I suppose if we can keep from using

more than three syllables at a time...

we can make him feel right at home.

You're terrible.

He is potty trained, right?

Shut up. He's coming.

Hm.

Her neck looks like it's broken.

She's probably dead.

Otherwise, what's the point?

Are you paying any attention to me?

What is this moron doing?

Would you stop?

This is why you don't bring

people like this to museums.

Can we look at another painting?

Well, boys and girls. It was fun,

but I have to get going.

What? Where?

I told my mom

I'd meet her at the mall.

We're getting our nails done.

Radical!

Shut up.

Good luck

with your dirty pencil drawings.

- Call me.

- Okay.

Come on, dude.

That's incredible.

Do you have ESP or something?

You should go on TV.

I like to see things where they go.

I don't have that kind of patience.

All the pieces

look the same to me.

That means you're just not looking

hard enough.

That's what Mrs. Martin says

about my figure drawings.

Well, maybe she's right.

You just can't force things,

you know?

I can't believe you listen

to this kind of music.

I was expecting to see

heavy metal posters everywhere.

Give me a little credit, will you?

What are you doing?

Relax.

It's just a little party favor.

Hey, you got any coin?

About six bucks. Why?

Okay, hang on a minute.

Okay. We're all set.

Set for what?

You want a hit?

Come here.

Come here!

Relax.

Just breathe, okay?

You know, I really, really want

to hate him.

I can't help it.

You don't have to hate him.

I hate anything

that gets between us.

And it's my fault.

I let you do it.

Do what?

You're not making any sense.

Sure, I am. It's you

that's not making any sense.

You're not 16 anymore.

Grow up.

Wait. Hold on.

Go back.

Who is that?

Nobody.

Nothing. I just... I copied it

from a magazine.

Well, the body at least.

I made up a different head.

The torso's too short.

It's crap.

Give me some.

Where'd you learn how to draw?

From comic books

when I was little.

You're still little.

So that's why we went

to the museum, for ideas.

Yeah.

Sorry, I knew you were bored.

I guess I should give you back

this one then.

You took it?

I've been looking everywhere for it.

Well, you fell asleep clutching it.

I feel like crawling under a rock.

What do you mean? Why?

I was going to give it to you

anyway.

Well, maybe you'll be

famous someday.

...and it'll make me a lot of money.

Don't count on it.

You're doing my essay

and everything.

So, I thought that I'd model for you.

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