Youth in Revolt Page #4

It's nice to meet you.

I doubt that very much.

- See you tomorrow, Nick.

- Okay. Goodbye, Sheeni.

Goodbye, Mrs. Saunders.

Look into your soul, young man,

before it's too late.

I will.

Jerry sniffed out a trailer

he wants to buy...

...and insisted we go check it out.

I told Sheeni I was going to

write a book about her.

She said it was a terrible idea.

Jerry, all the closets

are full of mouse doodies.

- I might take 950.

- Nine hundred.

- Nine-ten.

- We're in business.

Oh, come here.

Come here, come here.

Hello. Hello.

Nicky, look, isn't he cute?

He's adorable.

How much?

Ten dollars.

All I have is a Subway card

with four stickers.

Sold.

Thank you, Nicky.

I think I'm going to name him Albert.

After Albert Camus.

That night was my first indisputable

make-out session with a girl.

After grappling in the warm darkness

with Sheeni...

...I found this note in my back pocket.

I thought she had been

caressing my ass.

Dear Nick.

Please excuse me

for reading your journal.

I have found that people

who can resist temptation...

...invariably lead

depressingly stunted lives.

Naturally I was charmed

by what you wrote about me.

Your contemplation of suicide

and your invention of Martha...

...cannot help but evoke a strong

emotional response in my breast.

We are both young.

Let's just live

and what happens will happen.

Yours affectionately, Sheeni.

I have to leave today.

Jerry threw his back out last night

in bed with my mother...

...so he has to be reunited with

his painkillers back in Oakland.

We're leaving in an hour.

So this will be goodbye.

Goodbye.

You don't have to act so brave,

Sheeni.

I wouldn't judge you

if you started to cry.

No, Nicky. It's Albert.

He snuck out of my room last night.

When I woke up,

he had shredded the family Bible.

My parents took it as a sign of evil.

Now I have to find someone

who will take him.

- Well, I'll take him.

- You will?

I'll have to hide him from my mother

because she can't stand dogs...

...but it's a risk I'm willing to take.

He's our lovechild.

Sheeni, I can't stand

the thought of you...

...falling in love with some

egotistical poet while I'm gone.

I've had a great time with you.

It was a really lovely summer fling.

But I can't put my whole life on hold.

You don't even live here.

But we could run away together.

We can escape our families...

...live like outlaws together.

No offense, Nicky,

but it's not exactly in your constitution.

What if my dad could get a job here

in Ukiah and I come live with him?

My mother depends on

the child-support money...

...but maybe I could get kicked out.

That's a lot of what-ifs.

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