Fear Page #3

I was nine years old.

It was just the two of us,

all alone in this big house.

She was so sad most of the time

that I felt like I was the one

taking care of her.

Must've been tough.

Yeah.

How 'bout your dad?

You get along with him okay?

I don't know. I only moved

up here about a year ago.

It's not like we even know

each other that well.

- Yeah.

- Hmm.

How 'bout you?

You have parents?

[Both Chuckle]

- I mean, that you see and stuff.

- Yeah.

They're back East,

but I talk to them all the time.

Are they still together?

They're weird, though.

I mean, they're totally cool,

totally together.

It's just that they've

never had a disagreement

about anything more serious...

than whether it's gonna be

mashed or Stove-Top, or tea or coffee.

- [Giggles]

- Kinda crazy.

- What?

- Nothing.

That was not "nothing" going on

behind those beautiful eyes of yours.

Tell me.

I was just thinking that,

you're not at all what I expected

you to be the first time I saw you.

How so?

I don't know.

You're just...

You're sweet.

What? You're the one

that's hiding something.

It's just that I was taught that if

something seems too good to be true,

then it probably isn't.

Yeah.

So far what I know about you

is you're beautiful...

and incredibly perceptive.

I just need to know like one flaw

so I can believe the rest.

- Got a week?

- Hmm. I got all the time in the world.

Oh. David.

I gotta go.

My curfew's at midnight.

All the time in the world.

David.

I'm sorry.

I guess

you found my flaw.

That's not a flaw.

That's one more perfect thing

for me to admire.

And respect.

And wait for.

The least you could have done

was call, Nicole.

I was sitting here for two hours

imagining God knows what.

Laura, I can't help it

if my watch broke.

I mean, how would I even notice unless

I was staring at it every second.

Go to bed, Nicole.

We'll deal with this tomorrow.

- Laura...

- I'm angry, Nicole. Just go to bed.

And take off your makeup.

You look like a slut.

[Scoffs]

- Mr. Walker.

- Larry.

So, 2:
00 a.m.

Am I missin' somethin'?

Come on, Nicky.

Help me out.

Your were kidnapped

by aliens.

They tried to take you to

their planet, but you escaped

and hitchhiked back from Pluto.

- So who's this guy you were with?

- Just a guy.

- Is he a good guy?

- He's good to his car.

You'd appreciate that.

Well, that's a start.

Maybe I should meet him.

I just met him. I don't know if

I'm gonna see him again.

Oh.

So?

Right.

All right, here's the deal.

Kitchen duty and yard work

for two weeks. No exceptions.

And no subcontracting out

to Tobias.

- Is that fair?

- Do I have a choice?

- No.

- I guess it's fair.

And... I want you

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