About A Boy Page #2

And there were deeper problems.

She couldn't stay at my place,

and she didn't have a DVD, or satellite or cable.

So we were always stuck watching some crap

made-for-TV movie about a kid with leukemia.

I'm afraid there's nothing

we can do.

Godl Nol Please, please, nol

I was going to have to end it.

But having been Will the Good Guy...

...I didn't relish going back to my role of Will

the Unreliable, Emotionally-stunted A**hole.

I'm sorry?

You're breaking up with me? You...

...self-centered bastard.

I can't believe I've wasted all this time with you!

You useless, superficial loser.

Will...

Then something magical happened.

I'm sorry.

I'm not sure this is working out. It's not you.

You've been great. It's me.

Well, my situation with Louie and his dad.

I'm not ready to launch into a relationship

with anybody new.

Yeah.

I'm so sorry.

I think I understand.

You're a wonderful man, Will.

I'd never watched a woman

cry without feeling responsible before.

She even wanted me to forgive her.

It felt amazing.

Listen, you don't have anything

to feel sorry about. Really.

So that was the end of Angie,

but the beginning of a whole new thing.

Single mums.

Why hadn't anyone told me about them before?

Passionate sex, a lot of ego massage

and a guilt-free parting.

There must be thousands, just waiting

for a nice guy to sleep with and break up with.

Fabulous, sexy, gorgeous single mums.

Can I have Cocoa Puffs?

No, it's not Sunday.

The crying had started again.

And it scared me...

...'cause now it was in the mornings.

She'd never done that before.

I couldn't figure it out. Nobody was dead.

She had a job as a music therapist,

which is kind of a teacher for sick kids.

So there was enough money

for food and everything.

Should I get my own breakfast?

No, I'm doing it.

So, you looking forward to school today?

Today, you'll need to effect...

...the decimal point when you multiply it by 10...

...100 and 1000.

"Nothing to do but frown

"Rainy days and Mondays always get me down"

Thank you very much, Marcus.

Hi, Nicky. Hi, Mark.

- Are you going to Computer Club later?

- I don't know. Marcus...

Madonna! Go on, give us a song!

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Spice Girls or something. Three of them.

Yeah. Hey, Spice Girls.

You made me lose my football.

Marcus, we don't really want you

hanging around with us anymore.

- Why not?

- Well, it's because of them.

- They've got nothing to do with me.

- Yes, they do.

We never had trouble with them

before we started hanging out with you.

Now we get it every single day.

Besides, everyone thinks you're weird.

Only a bit, though.

Okay.

'Bye.

There you have it.

I was having a sh*t time at home

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