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- What are you doing?
I want a picture.
- What?
I just want a picture.
I want a picture with you
in this moment.
like a dark shade of orange
like my city had a mouth
when I get it Imma burn it
right now even deserve it
a penny turn to gold
and the money and the fame
fruit if you choose
gold and a house up on a lake
and lamb in the garage
they really wanna get involved
off in the elevator
I have a nice time with it
way to the right side of him
sit up on my ottoman
otter with no time to kill
opposite of worthless
a purposeful thing to me
and it works for me
and putting money into pushing
and I'm getting overlooked
everything that I deserve
- Hey man, that'll be like 10 bucks.
It's not even what I ordered.
- Just take the fucking shit and go, guy.
- Asshole.
- Did you cum in front of that guy?
- I told you if you do that thing with your tongue,
I'll nut every time.
- You're the worst.
How do you even still have this job?
- Oh, come on.
Nobody else in this fucking town wants this job.
I don't even want this fucking job.
They need me more than I need them.
So you wanna go to the back and I'll, you know.
- Oh, hey, I was this town's second gay man.
All right?
It was 1997--
- '97, and I was 12 years old,
and a couple eighth graders caught me
in the boys' bathroom at school,
jacking off to a Jonathan Taylor Thomas photo.
Everyone found out now I'm this town's Freddie Mercury.
- Hey fuck nut, I tell it better than that.
- Maybe.
I don't need to hear it again.
So fucking what?
There had to be hundreds of gay men
in this town before you,
and they'll be hundreds after.
You aren't fucking special.
And by your own admission,
you weren't even the first to come out, so.
- Yeah, but,
right, I guess there's that dirty ass pedo
over on Marshall Street.
- Last house on the left.
- Yeah, right.
But he hardly fucking counts.
I mean, everybody knows he's liked boys since 1973,
that doesn't count.
God damn.
Best feeling in the world must be taking a piss
after cumming.
- You're a fucking jerk, Mitch.
- Hey, watch it, Jenny.
I'm trynna piss here.
- Yo, Harry.
- This town sucks so hard.
- I don't know.
Could be worse.
- A lot worse.
- Oh, you mean like Soviet Russia?
- Oh, fuck you.
- I'm not from here either.
- Well, yeah, but you're cute.
So what's your real name, Mike?
- What kind of stupid question is that?
- I just wanna know.
Is that bad to ask?
- No, it's Nikolai.
- See, you might learn something, asshole.
- Whatever, Krissy.
You know I hate that.
Okay, Kristen.
- See those fucking yahoos out there?
Those PC, no opinion, sheepo fucks are who I have
to deal with every God damn day,
so believe me, it's not all fun times at Ridgemont High.
- Ah, it's Fast Times at Ridgemont High, fuck nut.
When you get talking like that,
you sound like a cynical, wrinkly old queen.
Do you know what?
From now on,
I will consider myself this town's first gay man.
So fuck that.
The dirty pedo doesn't count.
- He counts, baby.
I'll call you later.
Ah, Jenner, you can smell Ricky's cum from here.
- Fuck you, Mitch.
That's not my name.
Hey.
You're sucking that dart like a faggot.
- Don't use that word.
- What?
Don't give me that politically correct bullshit.
I can say what I want.
You know, I can't keep it straight
with what F word or G word or M word is offensive this week.
You know, not everyone is nice.
Not everyone can accept everyone as they are,
and actually thinking that's possible is fucking insane,
so you know what?
I'll fucking say anything I want,
you cracker dike, fucking carpet munching piece
of fucking retarded nigger-loving,
vertical stink wallet,
piece of fucking retarded diarrhea,
shit licking Jew, faggot, cunt.
- Dude.
Travis is having a fucking party.
Travis Turner?
What the hell are you doing with that lunatic's number?
- He takes good calculus notes.
He says, "No parents and free beer" and shit.
- I couldn't care less
if fucking Charles Manson threw a party.
Free beer, I'm there.
- Ooga, ooga, Putin.
Booga, wooga, MSG and shit.
Come on, take a bite.
Take a bite of it--
- Hey, I'm allergic to nuts.
I fucking knew it.
I'm more dangerous
than a fucking pissed off Trump supporter with a gun.
I'll fucking kill a bitch.
Peace, losers.
- He's fucking mentally ill.
- So we're gonna go to that thing or what?
- Look, Travis is a shit nugget,
Columbine shooter waiting to happen,
but yeah, what the fuck else is there to do around here?
- Tonight feels weird, man.
- You know, they are not coming tonight, right dude?
Hey.
- Travis, what the fuck, man.
I had to find out about your party
from fucking Mitch and those chachas.
Yeah, sorry, man.
I was gonna message you.
Had a lot to do.
Getting ready and shit.
- How the fuck is this possible?
How do you even have a phone right now?
My parents left for Florida for the weekend.
I stole my phone back.
- Jesus, dude, so you decide to throw a fucking rager?
Yeah.
- You know by telling Harry, Kristen, Mitch,
and those fuck there's gonna be like 30 people
at your house.
You think?
- I'm coming over now.
Sweet man, I'll see you soon.
- You went all out, huh?
- Yeah, man.
Gonna be hectic like one of those teen party movies.
I've even got stacks
of those red fucking cups you always see.
- Mhm.
You think this is the right thing to do?
- This is the only thing to do.
- Okay.
I got my mind on loot
woke up in a Bugatti,
ready 'bout that action
I am living proof
they see how many days
told me just to go for it
'cause I got a better sale
- You're with Mitch, right?
New girl this year.
How's that been?
- Used to moving.
This town blows, but has some interesting people.
- You're right about that.
- Not to be offensive,
but why him?
I mean like he's smart.
He gives me notes in class and shit.
- We were 10 years old,
playing a basketball game in another school.
Travis and I were on the bench, of course,
'cause we sucked,
but for some reason, the coach put me in.
I got the ball and tried to make a pass.
It went like a foot.
The other team picked it up and scored,
and coach took me off, and then one of the kids
from the other team yelled over at me,
"You throw like a faggot."
After the game was over,
we were walking out of the school,
and Travis sees the kid who yelled at me,
and he ran over to him and punched him in the face.
Broke his nose.
He was suspended for like five days.
From that day on, we were best friends.
me, they say, "Oh Lord"
God you dodge a tomb
- Aren't you excited to join the club?
- I'm excited to just feel comfortable with my body.
What about you, huh?
What?
- You're different than those bitches.
- I tried that shit for awhile, the feminist circle.
I went to the meetings, read all their shit,
joined all the Facebook groups,
you know, like the typical shit.
Something just, I don't know,
felt so fake about the whole thing.
- What do you mean?
- I'm not even in college,
and I've read and watched all the things
that you need to,
and these chicks
at these meetings would just regurgitate the same shit
over and over, and the new girls would just eat it up.
I mean, I don't need some 20-year-old fucking hippie
to explain Virginia Woolf
and the Vagina Monologues to me.
What was hard to understand is what are we doing
in this third wave or whatever wave we're in?
I don't think it can be any more ambiguous.
Nobody knows what the fuck we're doing.
The biggest reason why I left is because we were
at a meeting in circle sharing,
and I decided to join in.
- Oh, boy.
- Yeah, I said out loud that my dream was to finish college,
and to become a wife, and a stay-at-home mom to three kids.
- Didn't go over well, did it?
- I couldn't understand why if I'm a free woman,
why can't I choose to be mom and to be a wife?
Like just like, it's a choice to be a CEO
of some big company,
it's my choice to be a homemaker.
Somehow they not only couldn't respect me for it,
they couldn't see how hypocritical they were being.
So I said, "Fuck that, I'm out.
"I'll have to figure this shit out on my own."
- Wow, we need to hang out more.
- Yeah, we don't exactly run in the same circle.
I mean, not that there's circles
at this fucking school, but still.
- I know, just being who I am at my age,
not a lot of kids can handle that,
especially around here.
- Nah, I get it.
- So why the fuck are you with that dude?
- Big dick.
Plus, he can make me cum.
As a high school boy, I think that's pretty fucking sweet.
- Fucking A, dude.
- I like need another drink.
- You what?
- I said, "I like need another drink."
- You would like something similar to a drink,
or you like, need another drink?
- What? - You heard what I say.
- Yeah, but I don't get it.
You just said the same thing.
- Sorta, it's just confusing because of the like.
Like where you put the like in the emphasis
on like can change what you're trying to say.
Like if you said it was raining
like cats and dogs or it's raining like cats and dogs.
See the difference?
It's the same sentence,
but if I were to take your meaning of like,
I could actually think it was raining domestic pets.
- So what?
- I'm just saying like use like, like properly.
- Like why do you care?
- I don't understand why we need to use like
in every sentence.
Basically every other word, and put it on the listener
to figure out what the person
who's doing the liking is trying to say.
- You're an asshole.
- Makes our generation look stupid.
- Okay, you're basing our entire generation's intelligence
on using one word too much in a sentence.
- Yeah.
- Okay, you're an even bigger asshole than I thought.
- An asshole, sometimes.
touched for the first time
- Weirdest one is gonna be John Lennon killed
by Stephen King.
Here we go.
What?
- Stephen who?
- Oh, come on, you know, crazy clowns, big spiders.
- Carrie.
- Yeah, that movie with the kick ass chick.
- Okay, she's hot.
- Is she?
- I mean like kinda.
- Okay, okay, what is like everyone favorite movie
of all time?
- Oh, probably something like Star Wars,
or like Shawshank Redemption or something like that.
- Exactly, Shawshank based on a story by Stephen King.
- Oh, so he's like a Nicholas Sparks type thing.
- Yeah, just like that.
- Come on, man.
What the shit is this?
I wanna get back to the party.
- Hey, man.
What the fuck is going on?
- What do you mean?
- You don't know these people.
- So?
We're having a good time.
You should too, man.
- Travis--
- This party's awesome.
- It's stupid.
You really wanted to have a party
with these people this much?
Yeah.
- Well it's lame.
- Okay, I heard this crazy theory about the no planes.
- Ah, that's a weird one.
People that think that there are no plants involved
in 9/11, like it was drones and planes were put in
with special effects after the fact.
- Come on, that's fucking nuts.
- All right, moon isn't real.
It's actually a large hologram, emitting rays
that keeps our brain running 10%,
which makes human race be more opt
to be stupid and slave-like.
- There's no way people believe that shit.
- David Icke, man.
Crazy English motherfucker,
who went nuts on TV in the 90s and said he was Jesus.
He's the guy who's the huge reptilian alien advocator.
Dude has tons of followers.
- How do you explain the moon landing then?
- Stanley Kubrick.
- Don't ruin this.
This is important to me.
It's the most important thing.
No, keep them off.
- Where's Jenny?
- I saw her go upstairs.
- You saw them?
Awhile ago.
- You sure they went up there?
- What are you guys doing up here?
- Oh, you know, just having a little alone time.
- I'm fucking asking you a question.
This is my house and my party.
- Dude, relax, it's fine.
- Don't tell me to relax.
This is my house, my party, I make the fucking rules here.
- We were just trynna have some fun, you know, no biggie.
- No, it is a fucking big deal, okay?
Nobody, and I mean nobody, can go upstairs ever.
Fucking never, everyone stay down here.
I'm not fucking around.
Let's just all have a good time, all right?
- What was all that about?
- What, that?
Nothing, man, it's all good.
- Obviously not.
- Oh, no, it is.
I'm fine.
Let's do a shot or something.
- Dude, what is going on?
There's some weird shit going on here.
- What's up, fucktards?
- Dude, did just hook up with Jenny again?
Didn't you just do it like an hour ago?
- Yeah.
Oh, that's awesome.
- You always gotta go for round two, bro.
Second time you last longer.
What?
- Look, everybody's gotta be good at something, right?
- Yeah.
- All right, well, I don't really understand a whole lot
about that school crap or any of the shit you guys are into.
But what I do understand is girls.
- Oh, teach us, wise sex Yoda.
- Jesus Christ.
What room is this?
- Doesn't matter.
- Your shirt, no idea what it fucking means,
but Jenny, girls, them I understand.
She came to our school, what, beginning of the year,
and we were hooking up two weeks later.
It's not that complicated.
- Well, I think Prometheus makes more sense
to me than vaginas.
- No, no, no, see that's the thing.
Vaginas aren't that complicated at all.
Girls just want you to think that
so that they can keep all the power.
They're just like dicks, vaginas are all basically the same.
- Oh, shut up man.
- I'm serious, dude.
Look, how much porn you watch?
- Like, I mean a lot.
- All right, no, see that's the thing.
Everything you need to know, at least physically,
you can essentially get from porn.
What'd you mean?
- Just try and remember this, okay.
The clit is up here, okay.
It's like a little dick.
- Dude. - Come on, a little dick?
- Listen, you wanna make Kristen cum, right?
All right, all you gotta know is
that it's clit stimulation and rhythm, 'kay?
Not to mention paying attention.
Every girl likes things a little bit differently,
but the most important part is paying attention, 'kay?
There are signs.
- Like what?
- When you hit the right spot, look for the sheet grab.
Listen to her breathing, feel her thighs.
This isn't rocket science, boys.
- I've tried some shit.
I still think she fakes it.
- Well, why do you think Jenny is into a guy like me anyway?
Right?
Is it because I'm so fucking smart,
'cause I stimulate her mind?
No, I got decent sized car, we have sex all the time,
and I make her cum.
That's it.
- Holy shit, man.
I mean, that makes a lot of sense.
- You know what, I'm gonna leave you to that.
You guys are hopeless.
I'm gonna get another drink and stay away from Travis.
That guy's nucking futs.
- Well, I thought it was smart, you know?
- Oh, holy fuck, man, I need to get laid.
- I'm your best friend.
You can tell me.
- What'd you mean?
- The fucking cars in the driveway,
the broken stuff over there.
- I already said my parents flew to Florida for the weekend.
- I know, I know.
And why do you have all that shit all over your stomach?
What?
You know what I'm talking about.
- No, no, no, this it's nothing.
Everything is fine, man.
It's more than fine.
This party fucking rules, huh?
you really hold me down
with a quickie by the pool
really sell that shit
you really hold me down
I'll be your best friend
with a quickie by the pool
- Exactly.
- Okay, hold on.
You're telling me that if you could have voted,
you would've voted for him.
- To be honest, I don't really know.
- Well, you're obviously fucking crazy.
- What you gonna move to Canada
like Lena Dunham or something?
Nope.
- And neither is she, but maybe she should.
- Travis is acting kinda weird tonight though, right?
- Look, Travis acting weird isn't weird.
- Just saying he's got some strange proclivities.
- Proclivities?
- Habits.
- I know what the word means.
- Oh, you just didn't think I would, asshole.
Hey, man, do you mind?
- Yeah, sure.
What is that?
What?
That.
- I don't know, man.
Think it's Jenny's shirt.
- Looks like blood or something.
- Yeah, well, do you think she's on her period or something.
- What? No.
Why would it be on her shirt?
- Yeah, well they won't make any sense, unless--
- Something happened, Scully.
- Yo, man, Scully's the girl.
If anything I'm like Fox Mulder.
Is that my shirt?
My shirt, I think you have it.
- Oh, yeah, sorry.
I think you got a stain or something on there.
- Oh, God damn it.
Look at this shit.
- The fuck is that?
- So party's actually pretty cool, huh?
- Yeah, yeah, it's fine.
- Look I know I can kinda seem like an asshole sometimes.
I just, you know that makes it harder
to come out and say this shit,
but I really like you.
- Yeah, I like you too much.
- Well, no, but I'm serious.
Like I really fucking like you.
- You're just drunk or something, Mitch.
Now is not the time for this conversation.
- Why not?
Why the fuck not?
- This fucking stuff won't come out.
- Why can't you even talk to me?
I mean, I'm trying really hard here, I just--
- I know honey, and it's sweet.
It really is.
It's just, let's not do this
in Travis Turner's laundry room, okay?
- Didn't even say it back.
- Yes, I did.
- Not really.
I mean, you can't even seem to look at me like--
- You like what we have, right?
We have fun, we fuck, you make me feel good,
and I make you feel good.
We're 17 years old.
We couldn't hope for anything more than this.
I mean, even this is so rare anymore, okay?
Let's just enjoy what we have right now.
- But what about when we have to--
- It doesn't matter.
If we have this conversation now,
it's gonna ruin everything.
Just don't fucking ruin it, okay?
We have a good thing.
- Right, right.
- Dude, tell me what the fuck is going on with you tonight.
- I don't know, man.
I wanted to have a party, so I threw a party.
- Yeah, but with your parents.
- This party though, right?
- Listen, man, I don't wanna be a downer.
There's some weird shit happen--
- Don't bring that up now, dude.
I just want to enjoy this night,
and deal with everything else later.
It's the everything else that scares me.
We are seniors, man.
We got a few months of this fucking depressing high school
and lame ass town to get through.
And then that's it.
All I wanted was to have one fucking night
where it was about me.
I was the one who threw the wicked ass party.
I wanted to be the one on Monday where people said,
"Were you at Travis's?
"Oh shit, it was crazy."
Where it didn't matter how shitty my life was,
or that I wasn't popular,
or how happy I was,
or my fucking retarded parents nagging me.
None of that bullshit.
Just a good party.
It was all mine.
That's it, dude.
Is that too much to fucking ask?
- The short answer, no.
- Well then what is there to talk about?
I fucking made it happen, and it is awesome.
You see those people in there?
- They're only stoked because you had a place
with free beer on a Friday night.
- You don't get it.
That doesn't matter.
I don't care if that's the reason.
At least they came, and it was me, all me.
I did this.
- No, I get it man, I do.
All right, You know Martin Shkreli?
- The AIDS guy?
- Yeah.
- Didn't he jack up the price on the--
- That's the one, yeah.
- Fuck that dick sack.
- Okay, see.
What people don't know is there's a reason why he did that.
- 'cause he's a money hungry homo hater.
- Well, yeah.
But it's much more complicated than that.
He realized that his product was inferior
to the other medication on the market.
And he wanted to raise money to make his product better,
and really to deter people
from buying his less than stellar medication
to other products, which are better.
- Hold on, are you fucking defending this douche canoe?
- Yeah, I guess, kinda.
What I'm saying is is that there's always two sides.
Those people in there, they see you as one way,
like the weird kid is throwing a party, and that's it.
But I know it's not just that simple.
There's something more happening,
and it's not what everyone thinks it is.
Something's happening tonight.
Like, I mean, tonight felt weird.
- I don't know, man.
I just think Travis is a weird kid.
Okay, and what about the shirt?
- Okay, so Jenny has something on her shirt.
Big fucking whoop.
- The cars you see on the driveway?
- His parents could just be out for the night.
- Okay, okay, sure.
What is it with the upstairs?
Why did Travis freaked the fuck out
when Mitch and Jenny were up there, huh?
- Yeah, that was weird.
- Yeah.
- So what does this all mean then?
- I don't know, man.
I'm pretty sure that was blood on Jenny's shirt.
- Maybe Travis is gonna like start a cult or something,
and all the beer has been laced with shit,
and everything we've been saying
and doing is just some crazy hallucination,
and really it's Travis way of converting us
into some Charles Manson type thing,
where he gets us to murder celebrities and shit.
- Fuck, dude.
That's insane.
I think it's weirder than that.
- I'm not some fucking stranger.
I know you.
- I know that.
- Okay, so then what?
Your fucking parents are hard on you, so what?
At least they care.
You know what I have to go through every day being what I am
in this place, going to school?
- Oh, here it comes.
The fucking sob story.
- It's not, man, it's fucking reality.
I mean, you are a straight white dude
with two parents that love you enough
to care about what you do with your life.
My parents?
I mean, my dad, who knows where that fucktard is.
And my mom's so in denial about me,
she pretends I'm still a normal teenager.
Not a sob story, man.
It's just reality.
Just because you don't have any real struggles,
doesn't mean you should just blow up the small shit.
Shit, man, even with all my shit,
I still have it pretty good.
You know how many countries would kill me
because of what I am?
- They were going to send me away.
- What?
- Yeah, it's like a rehab thing or some shit.
They were going to ship me off.
- Well, maybe that'd be good.
- Fucking no, dude.
I want to be here.
So what, I do some drugs.
Sometimes I feel like dying,
but what fucking kid doesn't?
- I think it's more than just that, man.
- Oh, fuck, not you, too.
I don't need help.
I just wanna finish school, and get the fuck outta here.
Well, and have a party, of course.
- Wait, were?
- What?
- You said, "were."
They were gonna send you away.
- Yeah.
And now they aren't.
- And why is that?
I'm not an idiot, man.
Your parents' car's in the fucking driveway.
They aren't in Florida, are they?
So where the fuck are they then?
- Upstairs.
- Like in the house?
- He just doesn't take me seriously.
He thinks I'm stupid.
- I'm sure that's not true.
- You saw how he was out there.
- Guys are more emotionally stupid in front of other guys.
Don't get your panties in a bunch.
- Maybe I'm just too drunk.
It's his stupid, cute face.
I just wanna slap him and kiss him at the same time.
- Yeah, I can relate.
Just talk to him.
- Yeah, I mean you're right.
- You talking to me now?
- Shut up.
Let's just get out of here.
- I kind of want to stay until they get back.
- Yeah, I wanna see how this whole thing plays out.
- I got a theory.
- Let's hear it.
- Okay, so we've got a bloody shirt,
cars are still in the driveway,
Travis is being all weird.
- Yeah.
- So what if, okay,
what if Travis took his parents,
and like locked them up,
so he can actually control the house,
and let his parents out as a cover,
but really he runs the house,
and keeps them chained up and locked away,
so he can do crazy shit.
And maybe they're upstairs right now.
Rabid, hungry, and chained up.
- You've watched too many fucking movies, dude.
- Maybe.
- We're the only ones left.
You guys sure you wanna stay?
- Yeah.
- And the marks on your body,
the fucking broken shit in the house,
the bloody shirt.
- I just wanted a party, man.
One night.
They took my phone,
they took my drugs.
I couldn't do anything, man.
They were gonna send me away.
Fucking away, man.
- So then what?
- You already know, man.
You already know.
- No, I don't, dude.
I don't fucking know.
Tell me.
Say the fucking words.
I wanna hear them from your God damn mouth.
- Nope, I can't.
- You fucking can, and you will.
- I killed them both.
- It can't be that bad, man.
- It is.
- I don't fucking believe you.
- Well, it's true.
- Well, I don't believe you, I just don't.
There's no way you could've done that.
- They're upstairs dead, and I did it.
- You are fucked up.
And maybe you need some help, dude.
There's no way you could have done that.
You're a good person.
We are friends.
I know you.
Remember my fifth birthday party?
You got that sweet Return of the Jedi book
with pictures and shit.
You're still that awesome kid,
who'd do anything for his friends, for me.
Broke some kid's nose for me.
I remember thinking this kid is fucking awesome.
If you'd do that for me when we're just classmates,
he's gotta be a great guy.
- I don't know, man.
I know it's bad, and I don't know what to do.
I know I'm fucked, and I just want to be better.
I don't know how or what to do.
I just want to get better.
I know I'm fucked, and I know I'm so fucked, and like--
What am I gonna do?
- It's all right, it's all right.
I still don't believe you.
I just really I don't.
I see you crying and shit, but I can't believe you.
I won't.
Not without proof.
- You want proof?
I can show you proof.
- Show them to me then.
I wanna see their bodies when we get back to the party.
- Okay.
Ben, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- You will get through this.
I promise, man.
It's probably not as bad as you think.
You're all fucked up right now.
It's probably not that bad, okay?
Tell me things are going to be okay.
- I can't do that, man.
- Okay.
- What the hell?
What the fuck, man?
Where is everyone?
Why did they leave?
What the fuck?
- Hey, hey, hey cool it, man.
It's all right.
It's pretty late,
and everyone was pretty fucked up when we left.
- I don't care.
They shouldn't just leave.
Who does that?
- Hey, upstairs?
Lead the way.
- You guys need to go.
- What?
- Yeah, come on man, it's a party.
- Not really anymore.
- Everyone needs to leave now.
- Guys, let's go.
Thanks for the party, Travis.
- Shut up, let's just go.
- What are you doing?
- I want a picture.
- I'm like really drunk.
Don't even fucking say it.
- I wasn't.
- Yeah, you definitely were.
- Nope.
- You were being an asshole before.
- I wasn't.
- Do you really think I'm stupid?
- I think you're beautiful.
- I'm serious.
- I don't think you're stupid.
I think maybe you're just more complicated
than I maybe thought.
- What's that?
- On my hand?
- Obvi.
- DBC.
- Yeah, I can see that.
What does it mean?
- Don't be cuddly.
- Has that been there the whole night?
- Mhm.
- Why?
- To remind myself not to be cuddly with anyone.
It is a party, and when I get drunk--
- Okay, I think you're the fucking idiot.
- Let's get back to my place.
I've got some things I wanna try.
- Oh, yes, finally.
You know what I have to do, right?
Travis?
How can you be this calm?
You realize the position you've put me in?
- Hey, man.
I didn't make you play Sherlock fucking Holmes tonight.
Okay, you did that on your own.
- You really don't see how hard this is for me, do you?
You don't care.
- Do what you have to do then.
- Where are you, man?
How can you be on that shit right now?
Your fucking parents are dead up there.
- Yes, they are.
- And your best friend has to turn you in.
I have to make the fucking call.
- Do what you think is right.
- You understand when I walk out that door,
it's over, right?
We don't see each other again.
Take care, man.
Thanks for coming.
- You know, Jenny, I love you--
- Don't say it.
You're drunk.
Let's just walk home and fall asleep together, okay?
- But we should be together for fucking like forever.
- If by forever you mean until the end of this year,
then yes, yes we should.
- You're awesome and hot.
- Thanks.
- Whoa, whoa, wait.
We're still gonna fuck until then, right?
- Uh, yeah.
- Okay, good.
I like that part.
- Me, too.
- Wait, don't leave.
I'm not normal.
I'm not like the rest of these people, man.
I'm fucked up, like really fucked up.
I don't see things, or feel things,
or deal with things the same way as everyone else.
I actually can't even believe I even had one friend.
I don't deserve any friends.
Let alone a girlfriend.
I haven't figured myself out.
Haven't figured out how to deal with being this,
being me.
Until I do, I can't honestly live any kind of normal life
or be a part of anyone's life in any way.
Maybe being by myself,
away from people,
away from society,
is the best thing for me.
- That's bullshit.
You weren't fucking special.
- Thanks.
- What I mean is that every kid is fucked up
in some way now, especially now.
Jesus dude, look at the way we communicate with each other,
what we're obsessed with.
- But you did figure it out.
- Yeah.
But you I think I did that on my own,
without anyone's help?
You aren't any different than the rest of us.
No different.
And the fact that you think you need to be alone
or away from society is just the biggest fucking lie, man.
This shit, this thing, the communities on here,
it means fucking nothing, man.
It's a quick fix.
The shit on here tells us that we need to be
at a certain place in our life,
look a certain way to get a girlfriend or boyfriend,
or have any friends.
And actually thinking that someday in the future,
you'll be at this place where everything is better,
and you become this fantastic version of yourself
to get all those things is fucking shit, fucking insane.
Stupid shit, dude.
- So what, what's the big fucking secret then?
- Others.
- What?
- Other people.
Talking to real people, making real friends,
making real connections, not this fake shit.
The only way you're gonna feel better
is if you talk to people.
- Like you?
- Yeah, like me.
The only chance you, we,
have is to connect with the people around us.
You, Ricky,
talking to other kids that feel the same way I do.
That's what helped me to become comfortable with who I am.
- Well, I don't have that luxury now, do I?
- So I've been thinking,
like maybe we just accept that you may never know
what exactly happened tonight.
Okay, maybe, but that's kind of boring.
- Like maybe just, maybe, Travis is a weird fucking kid,
who just threw a party to have fun,
and really nothing happened.
- You're always rambling on about conspiracy theories,
and we can finally have one here in our town
at a party we were at.
I guess.
Maybe a little mystery is good.
But it's fun to talk about though, right?
- I don't know.
He's just weird,
like right in front of you.
That's actually a really sound point, Mike.
Wow, I'm surprised.
- Maybe not every story,
not every character used a bow tie.
Maybe it's better we'll never know
what exactly happened tonight.
Eh, you could be right.
- Or maybe, you're too scared what the truth
of tonight actually is.
So, now what?
- You know what.
Have to make the call, I have to.
- Okay.
- Things are gonna be different from now on.
- I know.
- This doesn't have to be the end for you,
but I have to do this.
- I know.
- I better go.
I might never leave.
- Okay.
it's what I have left
Mom and dad,
I am writing this on Tuesday, December 15th.
You guys have grounded me for months
after the incident involving my English teacher
and some drug bullshit.
I have no phone,
I can't talk to anyone outside of school.
I sit here in this fucking house day after day,
hating you both more and more.
Even after grounding me, I still get high every day.
And two days ago you found my stash.
Mom, you broke down and cried,
while dad, you yelled your fucking ass off.
Boarding school, rehab, fuck all of that.
I will never go to those places ever.
All I want to do is throw an epic party
before senior year ends.
That's it.
That's all I want.
I know it may never happen,
but I dream of it every day, every night.
So fuck it.
Fuck it all.
I'm gonna throw a party no matter what,
and it will be awesome.
Without any love, Travis.