Everything, Everything Page #2

-Okay.

Black.

Petty theft.

And my sister.

Lord of the Flies?

So, you're bleak.

I've been told that I have

a poor outlook on life.

Right.

Are your parents

still together?

My dad's dead,

so, no.

That was really awkward.

I don't know why

I made that so...

-I shouldn't have asked.

-No, it's...

He died in a car accident

with my brother.

I'm sorry.

You don't go to SF Valley High?

No, I don't go to school.

I go online.

Why?

I'm sick.

Are you dying?

Not right now.

Soon?

If I left the house,

yeah, probably.

What is it?

It's called severe combined

immunodeficiency.

So, it means my body can't

fight bacteria or infections.

Is there a cure?

For common kinds of SCID, yeah.

But I am very uncommon.

You're feeling sorry for me.

You're totally

feeling sorry for me.

No, no, no. I...

Yeah.

I'm not feeling sorry for you.

You're alive now.

You have the Internet.

So, I don't feel sorry for you.

Good.

I wish I could

meet you in person.

Yeah. Me, too.

Wait, come to the window.

What's so interesting

on that laptop?

Nothing.

It's not nothing.

Something's making you laugh.

It's just cat videos.

You don't wanna

see this one, Carla.

The cat dies.

You're an idiot.

I'm not an idiot.

You are an idiot,

and you're not a good liar.

You mean to tell me that the only

thing you could think to say

was that it was a dead cat?

So, you know?

If I didn't know before,

I do now.

You're not very

good at hiding things.

I see you checking your

email and looking for him

out the window.

Maybe he could visit?

Teenagers are all the same.

Is that a no?

He'd get decontaminated, and it

would just be for a half hour.

Are you crazy?

Wouldn't you be if you'd

been inside for 18 years?

No.

He'd get decontaminated,

and then he'd sit across

the room from me,

like, far, far away.

We can't always

get what we want.

Your mother

would never let you.

We don't have to tell her.

Is it that easy to lie?

You know,

it's easier than I thought.

You know what,

I'm gonna go home

and look on Rosa's

Internet history.

Rosa's the only

other person allowed inside,

but she's leaving for

Michigan in the fall.

She'll meet new people,

and I'll still be here.

What does he look like?

Rosa.

What?

Okay, I guess he's cute.

I don't believe you.

Yeah, maybe he is a figment

of my imagination.

Just like a really

good-looking mirage.

Things are finally getting

interesting for you.

And I'm leaving.

What are you

guys talking about?

Nothing.

Come on, Rosa, it's

time for us to go home.

Connected to

Oliver Bright's iPhone.

I'm right here.

That was way too easy.

Hey, what you looking at?

Nothing.

Is that a new sweater?

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