Bushwick Beats (2019) - full transcript

Hi.

- Hi
- Do you mind if I join you?

Oh, I'm waiting for someone.

Boyfriend?

No, just... just a friend.

Ah.

Look, I never do this,
but I thought maybe...

I have a boyfriend.

He just can't be here right now.

I'm in a long-time distance
relationship.

Oh. Wow.



Yeah.

How do you do it?

Oh, God.

Hmmm.

Hmm.

Hey.

Benny.

Hmm?

Benny, wake up.

What do you want?

What time did you get home?

Hmmm.

Four.

Uh-huh.



Okay,
you need to replace the AC.

I will.

Okay, but today, all right?
There's going to be a heat wave.

Hmm, not this year.

Okay, but in my year, it's gonna
be 100 degrees outside

and I don't wanna come home
to an oven, okay?

I'm suffocating.

Okay.
I'll do it.

Okay.

Uh-hmm.

If you don't fix it, I will.

I mean, you remember what
happened with the shower head.

Okay?

Oh.

So what happened
with the shower head?

She installed a new one
because she wanted

a stronger water pressure
and she inadvertently

bifurcated the shower
into two separate timelines.

And since the lease
is under my name and my year,

any alterations
she makes impacts

the time-space compression
and limits where we can coexist.

Yeah, okay, that makes sense.

And we used to have
really good shower sex.

Did you try amalgamating
your split timelines

by replacing your shower head
with the exact same model

she installed?

We tried that, it didn't work.

What happens
if you run the bath?

Sorry.

I mean, I know a couple

in a six-month long-time
distance relationship

and they just got engaged.

Yeah, but that's six months.

I mean, Benny is three years
behind me.

Yeah, but you two
are so great together.

How would you know that?

I mean, you've never met him.

You can't ever meet him.

I'm just trying to tell you
what you wanna hear.

Honestly, I couldn't do it.

I love him, it's just...

I mean, I don't know if he'll
ever catch up to me, you know.

Hey.

Hey.

Did you eat?

No, I was waiting for you.

Do you wanna order something?

Bombay Shack is closing.

Yeah, I told you that.
It's a juicery now.

Why do you think I keep
on making you order from there?

Because you're bossy.

Can I have some more?

Please?

Please sir.

Oh, my god,
I was just thinking that!

Isn't it crazy that some phrases
are so embedded with pop-culture

that we can't use them
in everyday life anymore?

No.

It's like
"I am your father".

When would you ever
need to say that?

"You will listen to me,
I am your father."

Mmmmmm...

Fine, okay.

But see what I mean, right?

Our mind can't interpret it
any other way.

Oh! Or like the other day,
I was carrying groceries

and I was like,
"Hold the door!"

"Hold the door!"?

Hodor?

Hoooodor!

Hodor?

Hodor like from Game of Thrones?

Yeah.

Is that a spoiler?

Are you watching
Game of Thrones without me?

I'm so...

How far are you?

I'm caught up.

But that's our fucking show,
Marie!

Oh my god, it's everybody's
fucking show, okay?

All my coworkers talk about it,
what do you want me to do?

Like avoid spoilers
for three years?

So, you just sit there
and pretend to cry

when someone fucking died!

Yeah! I have.

That's exactly what I do.

And I do that with a lot
of things...

- and it's exhausting.
- That's so fucked up.

Who are you watching
Game of Thrones with?

I'm not doing Pilates.

I fucking hate Pilates.

Who are you?

I'm sorry.

I really don't wanna fight.

I'm sorry.

So, you weren't doing Pilates?

No!

I really thought
you were getting worked up.

I was paranoid
that you'll figure it out.

So, I started going up and down
the stairs at work.

I don't know.

And on Mondays,
I go up and down

a whole bunch all the time...
during lunch.

Oops, sorry.

Things will get better.

When?

Benny?
Are you here?

Okay.
Ugh.

Hey? Why is the front door open?

Sorry, I'm late.

You could have called.

That was a joke.

Okay, obviously.

Is everything okay?

Well, you didn't fix the AC.

Hey, I'll fix it.

No, you're not gonna fix it.
Okay?

You don't wanna fix it
because you're cheap

and suffering gives you
a god complex.

Okay.

I was offered a promotion today.

That's... that's amazing.

What is the...

Actually, it doesn't matter.

Hmm.

We should celebrate.

Well, yeah,
that was my first thought.

Oh, I can't wait
to celebrate with Benny.

But I can't call him or text
him or email him

or go out to an actual dinner
with him

or leave fucking Brooklyn

because he doesn't exist
right now.

And if I take this promotion,
we could exist

even further apart in time.

And I know you don't think
that will happen again,

but you don't know that, so.

I'm sorry.

I don't wanna live here anymore.

Well, this is the only place
where we could be together, so.

Do you wanna break up?

- Is that what you're saying?
- No, I don't wanna break up you.

I'm just so sick
of this shitty apartment.

Our apartment isn't shitty,
okay?

It's a miracle, and we are not
gonna find a better deal.

I don't care!

I don't want a better deal!
Okay?!

I want a central AC and a washer
and a dryer, and a doorman!

I wanna live in Dumbo, okay!

All my friends live in Dumbo.

What the fuck
is so great about Dumbo?

Uh, in three years,
everything is great about Dumbo.

And you know what?
I can afford it now.

Nice.
Real classy.

Oh, come on.
I didn't mean it like...

You know what?

No, I'm not gonna apologize
because I make more money

than you because I chose
a career of stability.

Okay?

You don't think that I'd like
to spend all my time,

like, water coloring?

No! Okay.

I hate my job half the time
but I do it

so that I can afford things
that I enjoy

like brunch and health
insurance,

and I could pay for us
to take a trip to Santorini,

but I can't take you with me

because you're still living
in the past!

Okay.
So that's it, hmm?

You think I'm living
in the past.

Yes! Yes, yes!

And I'm so sick of this like,

"We're both living in our own
present" bullshit, okay?

I'm not ahead,
I'm not in the future,

I'm in the now
and you're in the past.

Do you hear yourself, hmm?

How fucking selfish,
you sound?

Oh my!

How can I be selfish when I'm
the only one making sacrifices!

Okay? I can't talk to you
about anything

because you have no idea
what's going on, all right?

You don't know
what's on Netflix,

what's in New York,
what's going on in Syria.

- What do you want me to do, huh?
- I mean, you have no idea

- who our President is.
- What do you want me to do?!

To be a man and catch up to me
like you said you would!

Okay? Just like you said
that you'd fix the AC

and you said that
you'd apply the wallpaper

that's been sitting
in the fucking closet

for the past two years!
Okay?

Just like you said that your
friend at Columbia Records

was going to "hook you up"!
Okay?!

It's not gonna happen, Benny!

All right?!

You're either a doer,
or you're a...

A what?

A loser?

A deadbeat?

Just say it.

Just say it.

Just fucking say it!

You're holding me back.

Then go.

Seriously,
get the fuck out of here.

Okay.

Just imagine how far
you could get without me.

Ten, twenty years, you'll be
in your stupid fucking Dumbo

with your $50
Avocado Frappuccinos.

Don't let me hold you back
from having everything you want

because it's all about...

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Okay.

Marie?

- Hey.
- Jesus.

Hey, where were you?

What?
Where was I?

I was here like we planned
at 6:00.

Where were you?

And you couldn't be bother...

I was here.
I was on time.

No, you weren't.

Okay, you know what?

I can't deal
with this right now.

I have to go to work,
all right?

What are you talking about?

It's Saturday afternoon.

No, it's Friday morning.

No, it's...

Hey, look.

Wait for me?

Yeah.

Okay.

So where do you wanna go first?

Brazil?

Closer.

Umm... Yosemite?

Closer?

The roof?

Okay.

Okay.

Okay?

One... two... three.

Oh my god.

I'm still here.

We're still here.

Roof?

You still wanna move?

- I mean, we could at least...
- Oh my god, Marie.

This is Tim Mealy
with Tonight's Headlines.

A group of vampires
crossing New York State borders

were arrested and later killed
by the Silver Bullet Coalition.

Some consider
the Silver Bullet Coalition

a hate group
targeting all vampires.

Tonight's guest
is the leader of VRRA,

the Vampire Rights
Reform Association.

Nicole Shirer, welcome.

Thank you, Tim.

You know, two years ago,
there were 12 million

non-violent vampires
living in America.

The number has reduced
to 2 million.

What we're witnessing here
is a vampire genocide.

We'll have that
right after this break.

Aah.

Ah.

Hmm.

Back with our guest
Nicole Shirer with the topic

of the recent vampire genocide.

So, Nicole, vampires have been
known to kill humans.

That was 200 years ago, Tim.

Although vampires were known
to be violent in the 18th

and early part of the
19th century but not anymore.

Vampires have been peaceful
for the last 100 years.

They survive completely
on synthetic blood

which is now being used to bait
and capture them.

Well,
vampire hate groups are on the rise.

Several smaller groups have
sprung up in the five boroughs.

Get your teeth
out for a fang check.

Hey.

Hey, hey! Get in!

What's going on?

What the fuck?

Get back in line!

Don't move,
you little blood sucker.

Wait, what are you doing to him?

Get back in line!

Hi!
Can I help you with something?

Oh.

Umm... a juice?

Martini?

Yeah, sure.

What are you hiding from?

I'm Harlow.

I think I'm falling for you.

Shit.

I...

Are you a...

Ah, I'm sorry, I...

I should have just told you.

Are you gonna eat me?

Eat you?

God! No, I...

Listen.

I have never killed a human.

I've never even tasted
human blood.

I promise.

I was living on synth blood

until they started using it
to bait us.

And what are you living on now?

Animal blood.

But I try to be sustainable
about it.

Look, forget it.

Wait.
I got this.

All right.
Get a room!

Teeth!

Holy shit!
I can't believe that worked.

You didn't have to do that.

Yeah, I did.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's get out of here before
these fang haters find us.

Geri?

Everyone's looking for you.

People are getting ready
to leave.

- Okay, Joyce.
- Thanks.

What's you doin'?

Just thinking.

Well, can you come
back downstairs with me now?

All right, thank you.

Yeah.

Well, that's the last of them.

"Sorry for your loss."

Everyone means well.

No, I know.

And, also, thank you so much
for everything.

I just...

You know, he's not waiting
for me somewhere.

He's not in a better place.

He is just gone.

Pssh.

Actually, you know what?
No.

He is in here.

I don't think
you're supposed to...

- He is in this urn.
- May I just...

That's where he is.

I understand.

You know, you don't, though.

You don't understand.

Everyone in there is like,
"I feel him here.

I can feel him."

Well, I don't feel him anywhere.

And that could have been
anyone's fucking funeral,

you know?

I'm sorry.
I don't know what to say.

Oh, Joyce.
You know what?

I'm an asshole.
I'm sorry.

No.

- It's fine.
- You're not.

Honestly, all I keep thinking
of is maybe...

I don't know.

Maybe we got together too
young, you know?

Like, somehow, we've used up
all our luck or something.

What was I talking about?

I don't know.

We were like 23 years old,
you know?

I know. I know.

So, now, all my memories
are with him, you know.

I can't buy
my favourite sandwich

or go grocery shopping
or get into bed at night

without being reminded
by the universe that,

like, I'm alone.

Geri.

And every little thing
that I wanna try to accomp...

Geri?

Geri?

Geri?

Yes.

Yeah.

What's going on?

I don't know.

I'm worried about you.

Yeah.

Look, go home.

Get some rest.

I'll come by later.

Bring a lasagne.

Mrs. Kerchansky?

Yeah.

I hate to bother you with this.

I need someone to sign.

I'll take care of it.

Um, Joyce, you know what?

You are right.

I am?

Yes, and in here.

Yup, I just...

I am gonna go home and healing,
lasagne time.

That sounds great.

Yeah.

I...

What the...?

Holy shit!

Geri?

Hi there.

Hi there?

I'm... I'm so, so sorry.

I think you might think
I'm someone else.

Geri!

Wait!

It's so good to see you.

Who is that?

What is she doing?

Geri!

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Hi.

You hungry?

Yeah.

Help yourself.

Yum.

Oh, God,
I think I thought you were...

Geri. Geri, no, no, it's okay.

You always eat my food.

Remember?

Hi.

Come on.

Oh my god!

Oh my god!

Geri!

Please stop!

Wait, wait!

Wait.

Why here?

No, no, no, no, no.

This is where you're taking me?

Okay.

Okay.

I'm here.

Oh.

Why did you drive me here?

Hello?

Am I going nuts?

Hey.

Ah.

I wish I had something fancier.

Is beer okay?

Beer's great.

So, this is my secret spot.

It's not super original
but I like it.

I like to come up here alone
and get some space.

Watch the city.

You are actually
the first person

I've ever brought up here.

Bad first date move?

Too cheesy?

Did I ruin it already?

No, it's beautiful.

I miss you so much.

I miss you too.

Please don't go.

Geri!

I'm never going
to see him again.

I mean, you don't know that.

The world is a mysterious
place, full of strange

and unexpected things.

Okay.

Geraldine,
it's time to come home.

I...

Just come with me.

I'm fine.

Geri.

No.

Just come with me.

Let's just stay right here.

All right, I'll take it.

Don't do this again.

Geri.

Stop it!

Just stop it!

Oh, no!

I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Geri, I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so, so, so sorry.

Wow...

It's just beautiful.

New tag?

Can't even read it.

You aren't meant to.

Rada.

Rada. I don't get it.

Radha is a Taino goddess.

A guiding spirit.

Isn't it not cool when you use
something from World Studies?

You think they teach you
the stuff in school?

It's still not
cool enough though.

Can we go home?

Not yet.

You know mom complains
about the post office

running out of those, right?

Sungo! You didn't tell her
I take them, do you?

You know, if I did,
you'd get it.

That's Cesar.

Your stuff is better.

Your old stuff.

He doesn't do cute kid stuff,
and neither do I.

Yeah, but you could still.
Sometimes. Right?

Remember when you used
to draw me stories once?

Like this one.

Shh.

You were waiting for him.

Shhhhh.

We shouldn't follow him, right?

How come your bag is so loud?

I got paint.

How?

Don't tell mom, but I borrowed.

Borrowed?

I grabbed the quarters
from the laundry, okay?

Come on now.

Can we go home?

Shh.

You kids creepin' on me?

Uh, I...

You tryin' to draw my spot?

I...

My sister really likes
your stuff.

Is that so?

You're Cesar?

Do you write?

She's really good.

You speak for her?

I, huh, I... I do slaps mostly.

I haven't...
I haven't painted yet.

Chica, you're Dominican?

We're Puerto Rican.

Got it.

You got paint?

Maybe you can slap some walls.

Kids your entourage, though.

Just a second.

Wait for me in the house, okay?

I'm not supposed to be
home alone.

Just walk down to Ingram,

make a left
and you're on our street.

Just watch TV or something.

And I'll make you a sandwich
when I get back.

You'll be fine.

I will tell mom
if you sent me away.

This is totally blackmail!

I'm serious!

Why?!

If you blow this for me...

Hey, man...

He's gonna be lookout.

I could hide.

Nobody will see me.

Sorry, niñito.

Little kids
attract more attention.

Bye, home-sito!

I'm sorry.

Come on.

You know the way home from here.

Just walk home
by yourself for once.

I don't know the way back.

I don't feel too good.

Fine.

Okay.
Hide behind here.

But if you see a cop
or something,

come running, okay?

All right.

Go.

Keep up!

You wear gloves?

Third offense.
I ain't getting bagged.

That's it?!

That little tag?

You gotta go big or go home.

Sometimes you gotta put toys
in their place.

Whoa!
What the hell are you doing?

Uh, I...

No, what are you doing?

That's ChoKing!

You can't tag
your toy shit over that.

I... I didn't know.

Gimme your cans.

That ChoKing is a legend.

Nobody touches it.

That's been there
since the 90's.

I... I didn't know, okay?

Don't lift your
shitty work from his art.

You done, toy.

Come on, Matteo, let's go.

Matteo?

Matteo?

Matteo?!

Matteo, this isn't funny!

Matteo!

Matteo!

Mama!

I found him.

Hey.

Your mom's on her way.

She went to the Bronx
to see Matty's dad.

You two are not allowed
out of my sight

until she gets back.

Matteo is not feeling too good.

Come on.

How long have you been painting?

First time.

I made a mistake.

I painted over someone.

What?

Who?

ChoKing?

Whoa.

Let me see your bible.

My?

Your book.

ChoKing.

That's me.

Your letters
are too hard to read.

And you're biting off
all sorts of artists.

You need to find your own style.

Like this.

I didn't...

I didn't mean
to mess anything up.

I didn't know the rules.

You don't need nobody
to tell you what the rules are.

You figure them out
for yourself.

Blaze your own trails.

You were with dudes, right?

Yeah.

They thought you were a guy.

Little brothers
can be such a pest, huh?

But then you wake up one day
and you realize

they're grown men.

They don't need you
so much anymore.

Hey.

Where's the little guy?

He's got the flu.

Look, I'm sorry
about the other day.

Junior went kind of hot.

But you can kick with me,
that'd be cool.

I want my paint back.

Junior took my cans
and I want them back.

Okay.

Good.

Are you ready?

Yeah.

That's us.

Yeah.

What is wrong with you, boy?

I need new clothes.

Nicholas.

You know this is
a very difficult time.

And it is a miracle that you
have a roof over your head

and food
in that refrigerator.

You should be counting
your blessings

not moping around
and being disrespectful.

Now what you have to say
to your mother?

I love you, mommy.

Let's pray.

Father God in the name of
Jesus, we come to you,

lifting up our dear sister,
Celeste.

We ask, oh, God, that You will
just strengthen her

as she battles this ALS.

Amen.

Lord,
let Your healing power flow through her

from the top of her head
to the sole of her feet.

And, oh, God,
we ask You that You would

strengthen little Nicholas
in this hour.

In the mighty name of Jesus.

Amen.

Amen.

Nicholas.

Nicholas.

Nicholas.

Hello?

Hello?

Where is everybody?

Where's Louise?

Work.

Hmmm.

The girl next door
gonna come later, afternoon.

Hmm.

Well, I have some good news.

At long last,
I have found you a Medicaid bed

in a full-time facility.

It's actually quite nice.

I was shocked.

Truly, this is the best
we could have hoped for.

In Brooklyn?

In Manhattan.

You'll be near the ALS center,

and they'll be able
to work out transportation.

No more carrying you
up and down stairs.

But the real point here is once
the feeding tube goes in...

I want to stay here.

Even if you could
afford the rent,

after the feeding tube goes in,
they can only release you

to a care facility
or to a family member.

And that family member
simply cannot be Nicholas.

You took very,
very good care of my son.

It's long past time we all
started thinking about yours.

So what I have here
is the living will.

Ms. Segal,
you have power of attorney?

That's correct.

These documents will
provide medical directives

in the event that you are
no longer involved...

$2,200 for that
apartment is insane.

It's not even
a fake two bedroom.

That's a one bedroom.

Also, where even are we?

Just so I'm totally clear,
once you are admitted

to the nursing facility,
you will be listed DNR/DNI.

Do you understand
what that means?

Thanks so much
for showing us the place.

It's a little small.

Do you have anything bigger?

Don't even think
about my apartment.

My mom's getting better
and we're staying here forever.

Ha!

Yo, you wanna run?

I'm waiting on some new ones.

Once I get those,
I'm gonna be straight.

I'll be out there with you.

You're finally moving out
of this place, then?

Isaac.

Nicholas...

got to live
with you...

now.

See here.

I love that boy
with all my heart.

That boy is my life.

And I'll go take him
when it's time.

Look, man.

Celeste can't speak she mind,

but I am going to speak it
for her.

You don't have eyes
in your head?

Look at her!

Let me tell you,
when it's time.

Nicholas, go on back outside.

Hey, daddy.

Why you here?

I came to see your mother.

Nicholas, you got to live...

with your father...

now.

What you mean?

What mommy is trying to...

Mommy has to go live
in a nursing home

and you have to go live
with your father

but you can see her
anytime you want.

There's a lot of things
we haven't still work out!

What?
There's nothing to work out?

Woman!

So that's it?

You're just giving up?

You ain't even
gonna try no more?

It's not fair...

what I put on you.

Being here...

alone with me.

We were fighting, though,
right?

We were getting by.

That's why I'm wearing
these ratty-ass clothes

and these busted-up sneakers,

'cause we're fighting
to survive!

Right?

If you wanna cry, it's okay.

Go on and cry.

Every flag I
walk by is at half-mast:

the church, the post office,

the library across the street.

I can't remember
if anyone important has died.

It isn't the anniversary
of some tragic event.

I don't think.

Maybe a priest
and a postal worker

have died on the same day.

Maybe a librarian too.

Or maybe we are all in mourning.

I can believe that.

I believe there's something
to be sad about all the time.

When you think about it,
being happy is just forgetting

all the bad things
going on around you.

Is everything
out of your pockets?

Now that all
the flags are lowered,

it makes me think
that everyone remembers

to be sad all at once.

The only thing is
I still feel left out.

I know what I'm sad about.

But I don't think
it's the same as everyone else.

At least it's nice to know
we're all sad about something.

Thank you, Rashida.

Thank you for opening up
like that.

Thanks, guys!

All right, I told you.

What's up?

So last week, why didn't...
why didn't you say nothing?

What are you talking about?

Don't play me like that, bro.

I ain't playing with you.

Well, you didn't say nothing!

What the fuck
you want me to say?

You know he does
not want me on his team, bro.

So come to fucking
practice, maybe we all kick off then.

Yo, are you fucking
serious right now?

- You're fucking pathetic, bro.
- I'm pathetic?

- You're fucking pathetic.
- All right, bro.

If Coach had done that to you,
I'll be on him quick.

You wouldn't say shit.
I swear to God you wouldn't.

- I wouldn't say shit?
- Nope

So, last week
when Chris was telling you,

- "Oh, you're ugly.
- Shut the fuck up!

- Really? Come on!
- Why you mention...

I was there!

You was crying.

Why are you talking about
Chris, though?

You all both sound
like you are dating each other!

You wanna suck
each other's nuts or something?

Yo.

Come on,
let's get it and shut the fuck up...

Hey, hey, hey! Get off him!

Everybody sprints right now!

Let's move!

Amber thinks she's all that.

Well, she is pretty good.

She ain't shit.

Why are you even hanging out
with her?

I told you I'm not.

Anyone can be on the team.

Rio said I didn't even
have to try out.

Well, she said
Tracy, Kylie and Brooklyn

got caught yesterday.

I thought you weren't
hanging out with her?

I'm not.
She just told me.

How'd she tell you
if you two weren't hanging out?

I can't talk right now?

You can't talk to her and tell
me you're not talking to her.

You could have just
asked me to practice with you.

He thought that I was
too much for him

and he couldn't deal with me.

And instead of telling me,
"Hey, I don't want you

to be my girl anymore,"
he just continued to,

you know, be around me,
kiss me and with all that shit.

But then after a while,
I was like, "Okay.

Clearly, you made up your mind.

You don't want anything,
so why are we still doing it?"

You don't know me.

Who sits next to you
in World History?

And when you tell
a story to the class,

I'm the only girl
you don't look at.

I'm the girl that spilled
her lunch tray

in the cafeteria last week
and was so mortified,

I could have died right there.

I could have sunk into the floor
and never seen another day.

But lucky for me...

Thank you.

And now, here is Kayla.

You don't know me.

You don't know me.

I'm the girl who sits
next to you in World History.

And when you tell a story
to the class,

I'm the only girl
you don't look at.

I'm the girl
who spilled her lunch tray

in the cafeteria last week
and was so mortified,

I could have died right there.

I could have sunk into the floor
and never seen another day.

But lucky for me,
I'm so invisible

you didn't even look my way,

even when my Snapple bottle
hit the floor with a loud BAM!

And Mrs. B had to help me
clean it up.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe you do know me.

Maybe you know me better
than I know myself.

You think I'm a sheep.

You've heard me bah,
haven't you?

Bahhhhh.

Bahhhh.

Or maybe I'm a wolf.

A wolf you've mistaken
for a sheep.

What if I'm a wolf?

What sound does a wolf make?

Grrrrrrrr.

Grrrrrrowl.

Or maybe I'm a bug.

A little creepy,
crawly little bug

you just wanna squish
under your shoe.

Or maybe I'm looking
down on you.

Laughing at you.

Laughing at how you look
at yourself in the mirror

10, 15, 20 times
making that stupid face,

brushing and slicking
your hair back just to return

to Mr. Brace's class
to sit at your desk to watch

the white spit form
in the corner of his mouth.

No one's watching you.

No one cares about you
more than you care about you.

But maybe that's good.

Maybe it's good to care
about yourself so much

that you take a selfie
every single day just to see

which part of your face
looks good on a bus ride home.

What are you thinking now?

Do you hate me?

Are you leaning over
to your very best friend

who just yesterday you said
had a big fat nose

and no boy is ever
going to like her?

Are you whispering to her
that you hope I kill myself?

If you tell me you hate me,
maybe I won't ever speak again.

If you tell me I'm ugly,
I'll skip school for three days

with a really bad cough.

My mom will write a note.

Thank you for listening
to what I wanna say.

It's not really
like you have a choice,

you have to be here.

Unless,
you're upstairs

working on the light board,
making out with the girl

you say is just a friend
even though you know

she's been in love with you
since the fifth grade.

Yo!

Whoo!

Well, now you know me.

You really know me, don't you?

You know everything there is.

What do you think?