Soft Lad Page #2

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- OK.

- OK.

Come on.

What the f***?

What are you like?

I've come to rescue you.

- From what, may I ask?

- Life.

I'm going to whisk you away

to a desert island

and peel grapes for you

while I suck on your toes.

Jules, please! You're

a little crazy, you know that?

Crazy for you!

What has gotten into you?

What you on? Prozac?

Valium? Can I have some?

Not seen you like this since...

Well, since when you got back

from Paris.

But no, my love, if it's sex

that you're after, we can't!

- It only takes a minute.

- Calm down, Take That!

- Oh, funny!

- No, you're funny.

We haven't had sex

for over a month and now...

About to hold a dinner party and

you're getting all frisky on me.

- No.

- It's hardly a dinner party.

Only your little gay brother

coming round for dinner.

- Jules, don't be like that!

- Like what?

Come on, quick,

get some clothes on, will you?

Well, if it isn't Carlos Acosta.

Watch your eyes there, gay boy.

Why's he being like that?

Oh, take no notice.

He's only playing.

You know what he's like.

Hmm. I thought I did.

He's just teasing you.

He's so proud of you.

We all are.

Mum and Dad had me on the phone

for, like, over half an hour.

I had to put them

on loudspeaker,

otherwise none of this

would have been finished.

They're mad.

You know, it's the first time

I actually believed

that Dad was proud of me.

Are you kidding?

He's so proud of you.

He's done nothing

but go on about you,

you and your dancing,

since the time you were Dopey

in Snow White when you were ten!

You're all insane.

- How about you?

- Mm?

- How do you feel?

- You know, you're the err...

You're the first person

to actually ask me that.

- That's cos I love you.

- I'm good. Erm... I'm happy.

Don't know, it's just...

It's the start of my life,

do you know what I mean?

No, but I can imagine.

It's what I've always wanted.

- Now you've got it!

- Exactly.

Now I got it.

- But...

- No buts.

You still want it, right?

More than anything in the world.

Well...

What?

- I know what that "well" means.

- What?

- David, I know you.

- Meaning?

Sweetheart, I want nothing

but the very best for you.

And this job,

that's gonna give you that.

I know.

All I'm saying is, do not let

anything get in the way of it.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

Come off it! You don't fool me.

Sis, I'm not trying

to fool anybody.

There's only one thing that can

come between you and your dance.

David, you're only a baby.

- I'm 22!

- Exactly!

Men come and go. My advice?

Let this one go.

Can we erm...

change the subject, please?

Look me in the eye.

Tell me you're not in love.

It's OK.

Who could think bad of you

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