Rites of Passage (Part 1) Page #3

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- Great, guys.

- Okay, go get him.

Does he have

any more of that?

Benny, come on, wait.

Just hang out, okay?

You can't go off

like this right now.

Benny. Okay?

We both know it's time.

There's nothing left

for me here.

Benny, come on, man.

I mean--

( music blaring )

Let me get the sh*t

off your face.

No. I love you, Nathan.

I love you.

But all of this--

None of it's real.

Okay, Benny. I actually

agree with you there.

Just come back inside

for a second.

Look at me.

I promise I won't let anybody

do anything to you again.

Oh!

Ooh, yeah.

Ha, ha!

You're not gonna

drive, right?

Look at me.

You're not gonna drive, right?

I'm not gonna drive.

Ooh! Yeah.

Hey, Mojo.

That's the spot right there.

How you doing tonight?

Oh, um, I'm all right.

You've been really good.

I got a girlfriend.

- Are you sure about that?

- Mmm-hmm. It's serious.

No, you should get off me now.

Go on. Off you go.

Yeah, off you go.

Couple of months

we've been together.

She loves me.

( laughs )

Great.

How the f*** am I supposed

to get home from here?

Nathan's brother.

Hey, Benny. How 'bout giving

a girl a ride home, huh?

You don't mind, do you?

I'm just over the highway

right off Calle Real.

( voice echoes )

I love you.

You know who you look like?

The lead singer of Weezer.

Benny!

Benny! F***.

( groans )

The hell--?

F***.

( moaning, sobbing )

( exhales )

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

Please. Please.

I'm so cold.

I have to go to the bathroom.

How long have

you been here?

You don't remember?

I did this to you?

- Oh--

- Please let me go.

You-- you were so high.

It's not your fault, okay?

You didn't mean to do this.

Please, just--

My arms are sore.

Please.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

I promise I won't

tell anybody.

What-- why are you stopping?

Why are you stop-- I swear

to god, I won't tell a soul.

- Do you really?

- Yes.

I don't want any trouble.

I'm so sorry.

Ah-- This is all a big mistake.

The last thing I ever want

to do is hurt anybody, and--

It stays between you and me.

Okay? I won't tell anybody.

You're a good guy.

You are. I know that.

- Yeah.

- You didn't mean it. Just--

Pl-- please let me go.

Please.

You-- please.

Please. Please, let me go.

I won't tell anybody.

( voices fade )

Oh. I love you.

You're perfect.

You starting to

feel good, baby?

Uh-huh.

- Oh, yeah.

- You're such a sweet guy.

I meet so many rude

and gross guys on here

and I have to cut

them off but not you.

I love it when you're online.

I can be myself with you.

You know, it's odd, but, I kinda

like that I can't see you.

Makes me leave it all up

to my imagination.

Turn around.

I want to see your doggie.

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