Not Cinderella's Type Page #3

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- Indy loves company,

her room is up here.

Indy, are you there?

I've got something

that will cheer you up.

How are you feeling, sweetheart?

- I'm actually a lot

better now that I slept.

- Hey.

- What in the world

are you doing here?

- Look who it is.

It's the boy who killed your cat

and he wants to apologize

and he has a present for you.

Isn't he the sweetest?

- Very.

- Well I still have

guests downstairs, so.

So sweet.

- What are you doing here?

- I knew you'd say no so I

just came without asking.

- Caught that part.

What do you want?

- I'd like us to be friends.

- No.

- Look, do you have something

against guy friends?

- Of course not,

Maxton's my best friend.

Look, I know you're only trying

to be my friend out of pity

and I don't want that,

I want genuine friends.

- Well, I'm genuinely

worried about you.

Can't that be a start?

- You are no more

worried about me

than my aunt and uncle are.

What's in the bag?

Smells good.

- This?

Just a little peace offering.

- Food?

- Captain Jack's famous burger.

- You're kidding.

- And there's fries as well.

I knew I'd get on your

good side eventually.

- Don't push it, I'm starving.

Why are you here?

- Well besides feeling

bad about, you know,

hitting your cat, I--

- Murdering.

You murdered my cat.

- Besides feeling bad

about murdering your cat

I don't know why I'm here.

I just feel like this is where

I need to be so here I am

and maybe you need me.

- Great, now I'm just terrified.

- Just hear me out.

- This has absolutely

nothing to do with me.

If you need to come

here to feel better

about killing my cat then sure,

placate yourself

and show up I guess,

but to say that this is for me?

That's where I'll

call you on it.

If this had anything to do with

me you would leave me alone.

- Okay.

You're right.

Maybe I need you.

Look, can we just go

on a walk or something?

- Why?

- Fresh air.

- I don't think I

can, I have chores.

- Well, Clarise said

that her party's

not gonna end for

another hour so.

What if I had you back by then?

- Fine, but we have to hurry.

I love being around flowers,

they remind me of my mom.

I remember she always used

to have lilies at our house.

They're her favorite.

- [Bryant] Do you

miss your mom a lot?

- [Indy] Of course.

It's kind of a weird

question to ask.

- No, it's because I wanted

to tell you something.

There's no easy way to say

it so I'm just gonna jump in.

About five or six

years ago my dad came

home from work pretty late.

There was an accident and he was

behind the car that got hit.

The lady driving the

car was hit by a truck

and then she swerved

into oncoming traffic

and was hit again by a semi.

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