Stuck in Love Page #4

Yeah.

To the left.

To the...

yeah.

Yes!

All right, I got to run.

Thursday, be ready.

Yes, Sarah.

Hey!

Hey!

Goddamn it!

What are you doing?

You scared me.

I caught you.

You're reading my journal.

You promised you'd never

read our journals.

Sorry. I trusted you, Dad.

I'm sorry. That pisses

me off so much.

I'm sorry. It's an

invasion of privacy.

Rusty, I... I... I... Sit down for

a second. Let me explain.

No, I'm not going

to sit down.

Okay, okay. I wasn't

reading your journal.

I... I flipped it open to check

the dates like I always do

and something

jumped out at me

and-and-and grabbed me.

I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry.

What?

May I?

"I remember that it hurt.

"Looking at her hurt. "

That's it.

If that was the opening line of a book,

you'd have your reader hooked.

They would have to keep reading.

I had to keep reading. Sorry.

Flattery is not going

to get you out of this.

No, no, that's coming

to an end right now.

You know Flannery O'Connor?

I know Flannery O'Connor.

She said nothing needed to happen in

a writer's life after they were 20.

By then, they had experienced

more than enough

to last their creative life. So?

So what's your point?

My point is...

Sit down for a second, please.

Rusty...

I don't think you're

experiencing enough.

I mean, the reason that you're comfortable

leaving your goddamn journal on my desk

is because there's nothing you're

trying to hide from me in your life.

And that really worries me, you know?

Sweet, sensitive guys like you, they

spend their entire high school years

frozen in place while...

everybody is running around

going to parties

and getting laid, doing whatever.

I don't want you to look back

years from now

and think about this girl.

Is it Kate? Yeah.

Tell this girl how you feel.

Put your heart on the line.

It's not that easy.

It is, too. It is, too.

Look at your sister.

You can...

Hey!

You can roll your eyes

all you want.

Your sister is a great writer.

And it's because she's

courageous in her life.

She's promiscuous, Dad.

It's not the same thing.

Rusty, a writer is the sum

of their experiences.

Go get some.

It will be fun.

Come on. This is crazy.

What are we doing here, man?

Everyone hates us.

Not tonight, they don't.

Not tonight.

What?

Uh, we're here for the party.

What party?

Dude, come on man. I'm, like,

in three classes with you.

F*** off.

Okay, but...

what are going to do

with all this weed?

I was just playing, man.

Come on.

Really? Yeah. Come on in.

Hey! Hey, my boys...

Wait.

What's your name?

Rusty.

This is Jason.

Hey, my boys Rusty and Jason just

brought us a shitload of weed.

Your name is Rodney, right?

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