Love, Rosie Page #3
Yeah, yeah...
Oh, my God, is...
Is that? Bethany.
So, when you said he was...
Tied up. You actually meant...
Tied up.
Um, I should go. Any second now.
Oh, Alex. "Oh, Alex.
Where did you learn "Where did you learn
to do that? "to do that?"
I know. It's so gross.
Hello?
F***! I'm coming!
Are you supposed to smoke in here?
My parents own the place. They want
me to help out? I'll set the terms.
What's up?
Oh, right. Um, I've been
feeling sick like, every day.
Maybe you could just give
me a pill or something...
Any diarrhea? No.
Fever? No.
Stomach cramps? No.
Well, have you missed a period?
Yeah.
Uh, no. Virgin?
No, but I took the morning-after pill!
90% safe. 10% is the catch.
There's a loo here
if you want to use it.
F***, f***, f***!
Bollocks.
I'd love to, but Bethany's parents
are taking us out to
dinner at the Hazel.
How posh is that?
Okay. I'm sorry.
Um, I... I...
I've got news.
Me, too. Read it.
Scholarship to Harvard!
Alex, that's so great. Congratulations.
It's unbelievable, right?
Have you heard back
from Boston College, yet?
No.
Yeah, you'll get in.
Yeah, what about Bethany?
Have you told her?
She'll be fine.
She's got this... Oh, God, she's
Yeah. But she literally yanks it.
And she pulls this funny
face during sex like this...
Enough. Enough... I think she likes it.
Don't you care what she's gonna think
about you rushing off like this?
All right, what is it?
What?
Well, you're defending
Bethany. What's wrong?
Nothing. Nothing's wrong.
I thought you'd be happier.
We're on our way to
Boston! Come on! Hey?
It's great. It's great, really.
Well done.
What, come on, you're coming, too!
My flight's in three days,
which gives me time to get
settled in before term starts.
You need to go ahead
and book your ticket.
Sure.
I have got some stuff to sort first,
but I'll be there.
Don't get blown up by terrorists. Okay.
Or lose cabin pressure
and fall out of the sky.
Rosie, wait, wait, wait... Or fly
into a flock of birds. I mean it!
I can delay, if you need me to.
No. You're getting on that plane.
I've got you something. Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
Give me your finger.
Okay. Keep it there.
North America.
Keep in touch, okay?
Okay.
See you in two weeks, so...
Boston.
This way?
If I'd told him, he'd never have left
and his whole life would
have been ruined, too.
I mean, what's the point?
How noble. I'd have
forced the bastard to stay.
Oh, no, no. He's not the dad.
That's just some other loser.
You are turning out to be
a lot more interesting than you look.
Why don't you just get rid of the thing?
My parents are Catholic. I don't
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