Dirty Beautiful Page #2

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Oh sh*t, no.

- Woah, what are you doing?

- Go.

Seriously, go.

- No, I'm not getting

involved with this.

- You're already involved, go.

- You little f***er,

you little a**hole.

You wanna see me Hulk up on

you, I will Hulk up on you.

- Seriously, he'll kill us.

- Goddammit.

- B*tch, I paid for your boots.

- Jesus Christ, I

almost pissed myself.

Is he still following us?

- No, he's gone, chill.

- Who was that guy?

- Just another a**hole.

My feet hurt so bad.

Jesus Christ, they

smell bad, too.

Shoulda took a shower at

a**hole's when I had the chance.

- I guess I'll take you home.

- I don't really have

a home right now.

- That's hard, I'm sorry.

- Yeah, sucks.

- What about your family,

can they help you out?

- My dad sits in his

chair and drinks his life away

and my step mom is

a born again witch.

F***, such a b*tch.

F*** 'em, seriously f*** 'em.

TMI?

- Yeah, maybe a little.

Yeah, just a bit.

- I'm Kat.

- Hey, David.

Nice to meet you.

Oh sh*t.

My car is overheating.

Jesus Christ.

Gonna have to pull over.

You piece of sh*t.

- The old pull

over the car trick.

- No, no, I'm serious,

sometimes I even have to like

pull over a couple

times just to get home.

This can take awhile.

Like, if you don't

want to wait, you can.

- Nope, I'm good.

Got anything to eat?

You want a hand job?

20 bucks, so worth it.

- No, I'm good, thanks.

- Ya know, I don't

offer everyone.

But, you seem nice and clean.

- Yeah, I showered

today, ya know,

shampooed, conditioned,

really went for it.

Ya know, I don't

think I'm actually

gonna make that movie tonight

so, maybe a few

bucks would help.

- I suppose you

have a girlfriend?

- Yeah, yeah, Nicole.

We live together.

- You're not from LA, are you?

- No, from a little white

trash town in Wisconsin.

- Little white

trash town in Idaho.

- I'm sorry, I

lied about Nicole.

We're just friends.

- So, you don't

have a girlfriend?

You want one?

- Wait, what, what?

- Someone to come home to.

You take care of me,

I'll take care of you.

- Yeah, I mean, you'd say

that to any guy right now.

- I don't trust guys.

I do you, you gave me

half your Skittles.

- You know, I can't just

take you home, ya know?

How do I know I can trust you?

- You can, you know you can.

- You don't just meet

someone and then,

bring them home to live with

you, I mean, who does that?

- You like me, you want to help.

You wanna say yes,

but you're afraid.

If you say yes, I swear I

won't do anything to hurt you.

- I have a really

small apartment.

- Just do it.

Let's go home.

- Okay, yeah, ya know what,

let's go home.

Oh god, I'm sorry.

Told ya it was small.

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