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coming in and that before.

Do you know what I think?

I think we should spend

New Year's Eve together. Alone.

Yeah. Just me and you. Yeah.

Then we can bring it in

somewhere quiet, yeah?

Yeah, that would be perfect.

Oooh! Let's do it.

Take it easy. Tom! Tom!

Get up! No. It's a mess in here,

you have to get up. Leave me alone!

It smells like something's

died under here!

My dreams.

Do you know - you are wasted in

sixth form, you know that?

You should be doing drama instead.

Get up!

You know, I really

thought he loved me.

Yeah, well, there's only room for

one person in David's life.

And that is himself.

This was our song.

He ripped it for me.

So he's cheap and vain.

What a catch. You've been up

here now for three days

and we need to get you out.

It was this one, wasn't it?

What are you doing? I am getting

your dress ready for later.

When you said "out", I thought

you meant out of bed.

I'm not going to the prom! Rachel!

We have been planning this night

for years! We've sorted the catering

out, we've sorted the music out,

the decorations and the fundraising,

and we did not waste three nights a

week since term started for you to

say you're not going to the prom.

I can't. Why? Everyone's going.

Because I don't have a boyfriend.

So? Neither does Ashley!

Every boy in the year

asked Ashley out.

She turned them all down. So then

we'll go together. Me and you.

Oh, great, a pity-date. As if I

wasn't pathetic enough already.

You can hang out with me and Tom.

I remember when I had a boyfriend.

Oh, for God's sake!

Ash told me Ethan's single again.

Really? Mm-hm. Has

been for about a week.

I never did like his new

girlfriend. Yes, I know.

She weren't good enough for him.

Well, after you, who were, eh?

She was just... she just wasn't...

Brrff? What, you?

I'll get up. Yay!

I'm not going to the prom.

We'll just do one step at a time.

It's too soon. Oh,

it's far too soon.

You do love him, don't you? Tom?

Yeah, I do.

Come on. Out!

Fast road cam, panel filter,

all sweet and sorted.

Yeah, it doesn't need it,

doesn't need it. Job's a good 'un.

Re-tuning an engine right ain't

something every lad can do, mind.

Yeah, you done good.

You still at that?

You're not even changed.

What? The invitation says seven.

Hiya, Mum.

Hey, you're supposed to be

picking up your tuxedo.

Yeah, at five. You are still coming,

though, ain't you, Dad?

We'll be there! Even if I have

to drag him there myself.

I'm not letting you refuse another

invitation from the Harpers.

They have heard every excuse

under the sun. We're going.

Did you get the oil?

Yeah, GTX, it's in't kitchen.

Eh? Relax, I got the olive oil you

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