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Apparently there's another protest in the city this weekend.

How long before they realise it's a complete fucking waste of time?

Do you reckon it's our duty to attend at least one of these in our lifetime?

Fuck. Hi.

Sorry.

Okay.

Oh, sorry, I'm not, by the way.

Zoe.

I've actually been to a few of those.

Yeah? Yeah, they're a really good cause.

Our traffic-stopping antics will become annoying enough that I have to do

something in the end.

Yeah, see, I just don't know about that.

Yeah? No.

Well, if all else fails, it's a great place to meet women.

It was nice to meet you.

So I just met Zoe.

Oh, yeah? How'd that go?

Yeah, fine.

Good, I think.

I think she thought I was you.

She was talking about a rally in the city.

Yeah, she hates that.

Well, I told her they're a really good cause.

And a great place to meet women.

What did she say to that?

I don't know.

I walked away.

Nice.

Although incredibly true, she still won't go.

It's just not her thing.

Really? What does every gay person think?

Apparently not.

I think that's what I like most about her.

What? That she doesn't go to rallies?

No.

She doesn't do anything like that.

Right, so you don't like supporters of gay rights?

That's not what I meant.

I can just see her point in certain ways.

We say we want to stray from stereotypes, but we do nothing to

diminish them.

I can just see the hypocrisy in her want to stay away from it, I guess.

Um, Cole, you do realise that you're a staffing away from being the perfect

lesbian, right?

I'm just saying... What are you saying?

I'm saying... It doesn't matter.

I have to go.

No, I have to. I'm already late.

Will I see you at the party later?

Yep.

See you, okay.

Donny.

Dawson's Creek reruns are on.

And good morning to you too, Carl.

So you had a girl over last night?

Not just a girl.

Yeah, I know. She introduced herself to me.

Wait.

Nat Nat?

As in the first girlfriend you ever had and now she's your ex-nat?

Yep. Nat Nat.

Hey, what's this machine?

It's a coffee machine. I found it at Vinnie's.

Cool. Does it work?

Nope. Don't think so.

Then why did you buy it?

I didn't buy it. I found it on the street.

So you stole it? I didn't steal it. I found it on the street.

Why the fuck we lost it on the street? Oh, fuck.

Making the most of this glorious day.

You know what you're getting yourself into with Nat, right?

Exes are bad news, man. Nothing good can come from sleeping with them.

Except an orgasm.

If you're lucky.

Well, it turns out I am lucky.

Ew.

It's too much information. You're welcome.

And I know what I'm doing, okay? We discussed it and we're not involved.

It's just a bit of fun. Cool.

All right.

Don't you think you're being just a wee bit uptight about the whole fucking

thing? Oh, fuck. You know what? Technically, I can't even be bothered

arguing with you about this, but since you've made me miss half this episode

anyway... I'm not uptight, Cole. I just don't get the point, okay?

You know, like, I get sleeping with your ex.

You know, there's a sense of familiarity there. You don't have to go through that

whole getting to know the body thing, right? Which, by the way, is fucking

annoying.

Sex is just so incredibly overrated, you know? Like, I don't need to feel wanted

by anybody but myself.

See what that does to people.

See what desperation can drive people to. The people they hook up with just so

they don't feel so fucking alone?

It's revolting, and I vow to never let it happen to me.

Really? Yeah.

Yeah, so, um, what was Jackie Rollins all about?

True love?

You dated her for six weeks. You never made it official, and she treated you

like absolute shit.

She couldn't even speak to you when you were in the same fucking room. She was

always texting.

What the fuck was that about if not about feelings? Yeah, okay, you know

what? Jackie was an exception. An exception that happened two years ago,

right? And, uh, I learnt my lesson, so I no longer need to feel wanted by

anybody.

And me. Oh, and you.

Speaking of fun, you were coming to that party tonight, yeah? Yeah.

Good. You know, this episode of Dawson's almost inspired me to bail on you and

have a Michelle Williams marathon.

Then I realised that'd be kind of lame.

Yeah, it would.

Plus, I hear Frankie is DJing.

She doesn't even DJ Cole. She makes a playlist on her iPod and pretends to be

on vinyl. It's fucking stupid.

Yeah, but at least she looks good doing it. She does look quite good. Yeah.

What?

You've got the best shot of anyone on the team.

Yep.

But are you ready?

I've been preparing for eight years.

But are you ready?

Absolutely.

Yep.

Can I go now?

Okay.

How have you been? Hey, good.

Good.

Yeah, how have you been?

You

guys

might be able to help us out.

Straight Steve here has been asking me for questions in my bedroom.

Steve, this is Zoe and Cole.

Hey.

So does Steve have a girlfriend?

He does, Lisa.

And is Lisa here tonight or is she at a party with gay men also?

We would never give away our secrets to the hedgehogs. No,

Lisa's at work.

And what makes you think you need advice from a pack of dykes?

A guy could never know a chick. It's probably like another chicken.

That's such bullshit.

How is it bullshit?

Well, it just is bullshit.

I mean, every guy is threatened by lesbians taking over the world because

they think we're vagina proof.

Fuck, we're just the same as you.

I mean, just because I like something doesn't mean every girl is going to like

it. It's just the rule of three.

Oh, never get her started on the rules.

What's the rule of three?

No, it's simple.

No, five sex with a girl.

and make her sleep with me at least three times.

Well, she can judge my performance, or I can judge hers. I mean, it doesn't

matter if you're male or female.

You're never going to know somebody's body straight off the bat.

Considering at least 100% of first-time sex happens when both parties are

wasted, there's slim to no chance of being a clean, pleasure-filled

experience. I mean, fuck, most of the time, it is literally two people

scissoring.

But that doesn't apply to Steve, does it?

He has a girlfriend, it's not about what that stands for.

But it's not just about one night stands.

It's about sex in general.

I mean, all anybody ever has to do is pay attention to their lover's reaction.

You know, note the way their body moves when you touch certain parts of their

skin. Do you move faster or slower? Do they pull themselves in closer?

Do they shake? Do they moan? Are they guiding you to do something different? I

mean, don't just fucking finger your way around down there and jackhammer the

shit out of them.

Listen.

But what if you're fucking someone and they don't make a noise or move or

anything? I don't know. Should I get a pulse?

I don't know. Okay, I have been with some girls who don't make any noise at

all. Like, you try everything and they give you nothing. It's the fucking

worst. It got to point with one girl where I almost went to the point where

someone was like, do we have any hands on us? Like, she was still breathing.

Fucking awful.

True that. Or the complete opposite and your neighbours complain about the noise

and they stand up.

I dated a super long guy once.

We were having sex in my mum's lounge room.

Shut up.

And the neighbour came over to sort of check that we were okay.

Noises that invite concern.

I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult.

I'd say it's definitely a compliment. I would definitely rather someone loud

than someone who did nothing at all.

It's a pleasure you're giving someone the best one.

I'll give you that.

to go on a walk with me. Yeah.

Yes, Nat, I would love to go on a walk with you.

This is a cool lighter.

Oh, thanks.

You can have it if you like.

I've got a heap lying around.

No, seriously.

In the seven years I've smoked, I've only ever bought a lighter once.

Keep it.

Thanks. You're welcome.

I really miss house parties, you know?

I feel like the minute you hit your mid-twenties, you just have to become

your parents and host dinner parties instead.

Which are pretty much a formal style of house parties, aren't they?

Less people, more political talk.

What?

I mean, don't you miss drinking till you puke?

Staying round at your mates place at like five in the afternoon watching

really shit movies and eating ten tubs of ice cream.

I pretty much still do that.

No, I don't.

No?

I don't know.

I guess I just miss the years when shit was less complicated.

Like, I don't understand how five years ago I could meet more people at a house

party than I can now at a bar.

You should have one.

House party? Yeah.

No, fuck no.

No one wants to clear up after that shit.

Believe me.

Plus, my flatmate would hate it.

So you don't live at home with your parents?

I moved out when I was 16.

So who do you live with?

A friend of mine, Lauren.

She never ever cleans and leaves her shit everywhere, but she works out of

town every couple of weeks, so I pretty much have the house to myself.

Nice. Living the dream, eh?

Yep.

Not really.

What about you? Do you like living with Cole?

Yeah, man. Nothing beats living with your best friend.

How long have you guys known each other?

Two years.

Yeah, we met at this shitty telemarketing job in the city.

Job lasted about a week, but we've been best mates ever since.

Cute.

You smoke fast.

Life shot.

Probably should get back to the party anyway, yeah?

Sure.

Sorry. I always forget to turn that thing off.

Okay.

How long have you been up for? What time is it?

7.30?

Oh, come back to bed.

See yourself.

Good day for a hangover, eh?

You've obviously pulled up, alright?

What the fuck happened last night?

You were pretty wasted.

God, I know. Kind of all went downhill after midnight.

Yeah, it did.

Who was that girl you were cosying up with?

Which one?

The blonde one.

Oh, Laura.

She's going to do my tattoo.

Apparently she's great with colour.

So?

So what? So did you bring her home?

Jesus, how drunk were you?

The four of us got a taxi home. You,

me, Nat and Amy.

Shit, next time you better lay off the goon birds.

Goodnight though, eh?

Implementing your rule of three with this one?

What?

Fuck. No, fucking hell, God.

Fuck, how did that even happen?

I have no idea. One minute you were pushing her away, the next you were all

over her.

Either way, she seemed happy.

I think she's left.

Yeah, we, um... We didn't really have anything to talk about.

Do you need a lift to the airport tonight?

No, Nat's got to come.

I can't believe you get to fly halfway across the country for a hockey

convention of all things.

What day do you get back?

A week from now.

An hour of the beginning, we won't even have phone reception.

Do you have to bunk with other girls?

Six to a row.

How much hockey do you plan on playing?

Little to none. You are unbelievable.

How many parties are you going to have while I'm away?

You really need to amp up your social life. Thanks.

Don't worry. Thanks, babe.

Little tip.

Thanks. Great.

Write it down.

So much wisdom.

It's Nat.

I'm sorry it's so late. That's alright, come in.

I think I left my phone in Cole's room and I picked her up. Oh, no problem.

Hey, I'm gonna get a beer.

Do you want one?

Uh, yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

So I thought you'd been for another one tonight.

No rest for the studious.

Oh, this is a stupidly long episode, you see.

So I hear my efforts to rescue you from an awkward situation went to waste last

night?

With Amy?

Oh.

No, they didn't go to waste.

I was just... Fuck, I was drunk.

Yeah.

Classic drunken sex.

Was it that bad?

It wasn't bad.

It's just... Not that I remember much of it.

I just don't normally take people home from parties.

I see.

So you're a bit of a prude. Not a prude.

I just like protecting my lady garden.

And gardeners who I'm familiar with surround me because I've said lady

garden. What the fuck are you talking about? I have no idea.

I'm trying to say I don't like sleeping with people I haven't had a decent

conversation with.

Okay. So you're an attachable lesbian.

What? An attachable lesbian.

Um, you only... You only like to have sex with things you're attached to.

Emotionally speaking.

Physically, you're reclusive.

Which is okay.

We need people like you.

Right.

So that would make you a... Oh, there's no name for it.

Bullshit.

I could be the common cliche and say that I'm scared of commitment, so

instead use sex as a way of connecting with people, or... I don't know, that I

was hurt so badly in the past that I find it hard to trust people.

But I'd be lying.

I just prefer to run with whatever's happening at the time.

Life's too short to shut yourself off from the world.

Well, maybe you should teach me your ways, Yoda.

Then we can both run around being cliche-free lesbians.

Well, luckily for you, I actually run classes on a Wednesday evening for

lesbians who wish to become cliche-free. So you should check it out.

I do not.

I do not.

But you have given me a great business idea.

Hey, I'm really sorry, but I have to get back to my essay.

Yeah, no problem.

Hey, do you want to hang out the week sometime?

Carl normally takes up most of my spare time, and I have quite a bit of it.

I don't know. I mean, might be a bit worth the call.

No, I doubt it.

She pretty much told me to get you out of the house anyway, so... Of course she

did. Yeah, OK, why not?

Um, well, OK, when are you having your birthday?

Tomorrow.

Fuck.

OK, um...

What about a celebratory drink tomorrow night?

Sure, that was good.

Cool.

Cool. I'll walk you to the door.

Hey, Zoe.

Oh, hey.

You look like shit.

Thanks.

I was up early this morning finishing this fucking essay I have to hand in.

Word count?

5,000... Jesus, did you get it? Just.

I can do it all right. I'll know on Thursday.

Quick turnaround from art. Pretty small class.

So, early night feast night then?

No, actually. I'm going for a drink with Nat.

Nat as in Coles Nat?

Yeah, Coles Nat.

That's interesting.

Why is that interesting?

It's not like that, Chris.

No, it's not.

It's just a harmless drink. I mean, there's no crime in getting along with

your friend's ex, is there?

In the lesbian world, yes. There's plenty of crime.

Cool. Oh, you know, at least I don't consider myself part of the lesbian

world then. Have a choice.

See ya. Love you.

Hiya. Hi.

I know, I wasn't sure what you drank, so I just got you a beer, wine and vodka.

If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to lick me off.

Thanks.

So, I got my essay in.

Only an hour to stay.

Oh, yeah?

I think you're a bit fine, are we? Well, I guess I can thank last night's

unexpected interruption for that.

Touche.

So, at least you got it in.

Did you do as much?

I'm only a measly 60% of my entire grade.

Shit.

Hope you do alright.

It'll be fine. I work better under pressure.

So what's your story?

My story?

Your story?

Well, I guess I don't really have one.

Everyone has a story.

Yeah, perhaps. Not all worth telling.

Come on.

All right, try something else.

I have a theory that each and every person in this world has some sort of

quirk, right? So the way they tie their shoes or the way they avoid cracks in

the pavement.

I have a theory that if one of us were to be magically reincarnated into a

completely different body...

that these quirks or funny traits will give us away.

Immediately.

I'm not sure I follow.

Okay, well, what's something unusual about you?

Unusual?

I have been told I eat my food up late.

How do you mean?

Well, you know, with a burger, for example, right? You know, with a regular

burger, the top half is a little more round than the bottom half?

Well, I eat my burgers with my bottom teeth biting into the top of the burger.

Sorry.

Right, okay.

Do you think many people eat their food upside down?

I think you'd be the first.

Okay, all right. And definitely not you. All right, well, what's yours?

Mine would be my random sleep patterns.

And then when I do sleep, I cut.

I sleep cut.

You swear in your sleep?

I do.

Constantly. Wow.

It's like my mouth is a pub filled with drunken Irishmen.

Well, it would be incredibly unnerving to sleep next to you.

Yeah, well, that's probably why I rarely sleep.

You are getting big. How old are you now? 37?

Five.

Did you say 35?

Five. No, see, you don't look it. You look like an old lady.

You know I miss you, right?

Oh, I miss you.

How you been?

Good. Keeping out of trouble?

Yeah. Good.

Hey, brother.

How come you always turn up when I'm cooking?

That's a skill.

What are we making?

Well, as you know, the chief executive here is having... Vegemite on toast.

Yum, yum.

And I'm having chicken with salad with pumpkin, carrot, capsicum.

Cherry tomatoes.

Yep, cool.

You're not still a vegetarian, are you? No red meat. So you eat chicken?

I do.

And turkey? And turkey.

So you eat white meat? Yes.

So you're not a vegetarian? Well, no, technically not, but every bit counts.

You want to be a vegetarian, yeah?

You want to see the little cows and the sheep and the horses?

Horton, darling, no one eats Horton.

Okay?

That's just silly.

You want to save the horses?

I want to save the horses.

Yeah.

You want to go draw me a picture?

Here.

Well, now that you're here, make yourself useful. Come over here and help

me. Yeah.

What do you need?

Cut the fetter into the squares.

Okay.

Sorry, what's the order? Somebody tell me everything.

Everything.

Normal routine, study as usual.

Normal routine, huh? Yeah. So we're talking buckets of vodka, many anonymous

sexual partners waking up in strange places.

No.

When has it ever included that?

I don't know, man. I knit.

I knit your scarf.

What do I want with a scarf?

I need to live vicariously through you.

Knitting is not something I need to do vicariously.

I can do that myself.

No, you can't. Yes, I can.

You young whippersnappers should make the most of your younger years. And

you're 28 and you have a beautiful child, okay?

Whom I adore.

You have a great life.

I know I do, I'm just joking.

Are you though?

What about you?

You got a wife yet? Kids on the way?

Dude, if I had a significant other, I'm pretty sure you would know about it.

It's the hair, isn't it?

I don't like your hair.

What? Your hair.

What's wrong with my hair?

It's got to be the only reason why you don't have a girlfriend. You think it's

because of my hair?

You're mean, man.

I don't want a girlfriend, okay? I have enough trouble keeping up with all the

study I have.

You can handle both. You're a strong, upstanding, independent woman. I don't

want both.

You know what you should do?

What? You could do, like, a TV show. Like a reality show.

Instead of, like...

If I'm once a wife, you call it lesbian once a wife, I would so watch that.

You're such a dick.

Voila.

Excellent, thank you.

Are you staying for lunch?

No, just pop by to say hi.

Good, because there's not enough for you anyway.

You're always a pleasure.

Indeed.

Bye.

What's this?

My essay from Monday.

Check the number at the top.

Holy shit.

What is it?

93%. Can I still?

Sometimes I forget, but I'm smart. Well, thanks as fuck is all I can say. I need

a HD to do my marketing. Well, congrats.

Cheers. Now having to sleep your way through uni.

Cheers to that.

I should get some celebratory shots.

No. No, no,

no, no. I'm only staying for this one.

I haven't seen you all week. Yeah, but I feel like I haven't stopped all week.

You know, Col gets back on Friday, so we'll drink to her return Saturday.

Fine, but we're getting you shit-faced.

Early.

Okay,

I'll allow it. Cheers.

Grace. Deal.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Well, I brought congratulatory wine, and I'm going to make you dinner.

You don't have to talk.

No, it's my pleasure.

I had a feeling you wouldn't be doing anything to celebrate, so... Well, can I

lend a hand?

Nope. It's all under control.

Just relax, yeah? Enjoy your wine.

So what are you making?

You'll have to wait and see.

This meal would change your life.

Really? Should I be worried?

I guess we'll see.

Do you like it?

It's amazing.

You've got a thing on you.

Good?

Yep.

No, on the side. Oh, okay.

Do you like it? Huh?

The food, is it okay?

Um, yeah.

It's good.

You alright?

You seem a bit distant.

I'm fine. I think I'm just a bit tired from all the wine and the food.

Actually, would you mind terribly if I went to bed?

No, not at all.

I'm the one that crashed your quiet evening. I'm so sorry.

I'm really tired.

The only thing is I probably shouldn't drive for a little bit because of the

wine. Yeah, well, you can stay here if you want.

Yeah, I might just watch a movie or something, wait it out for a bit, if you

don't mind.

Yeah, no, cool.

You know where the DVDs are? Yeah.

Cool. Well,

I'll leave you to it.

Just let me know if you need anything.

Thanks for dinner. You're welcome.

Sorry to bail on you. No, it's not a problem.

You get some rest, yeah?

You alright? You look flustered. I'm fine. I just... I couldn't concentrate.

Oh shit, I can turn it down if you want. No, it's not that. It's you being here.

It's just incredibly distracting and I just...

Oh, yeah.

I have to go.

What do we tell Cole?

What would you tell anyone?

I don't want to hurt her before we know what's going on.

So you look like shit.

Thanks.

Big one last night, hey?

A few Jager bombs dancing naked on tables? No, what?

I thought that's what all you childless young gays did these days.

Hit up all the bars and rap to fill the little way.

Jesus, when do you become so out of touch?

Well, are you going to tell me why you look like you're homeless and you can't

take a joke tonight?

I need more wine.

Before you go on, can you stop cutting those tomatoes like

you have Tourette's and do it the way I showed you?

Jesus, you have gotten bitter in your old age, haven't you?

Much better.

We can't proceed.

I slept with Cole's ex-girlfriend last night.

So we didn't just sleep together. Like, we didn't sleep-sleep together. Do you

know what I mean?

Like, we didn't get any sleep because we were having too much fun being awake.

And it was great, but I feel incredibly bad.

Like, very bad.

And not only is she her ex, but they started sleeping together again.

Okay, so... You slept with Cole's ex in your house

while Cole was home.

Cole's been away for a week.

Fuck. I could never do that.

Why, do you want to tell her?

I don't know. I mean... I don't know. want to tell her. Like, I don't know

what it was or what it's going to be or fuck, what I want it to be. It's just,

it's fucking confusing.

So, Colin and Ruth, what's your name?

Nat. So Colin and Nat, are they together together?

No, not entirely.

I mean, they're just using each other to feel wanted.

Okay, I don't really see what the problem is then.

Are you kidding?

No, I'm not kidding.

It's because Carl dated her once upon a time and doesn't give a dibs for the

rest of her life. Oh, come on, Ben. That is such a male-based answer.

It's not a male-based answer. It's a realistic one.

Look, the lesbian pool is a hell of a lot smaller than the heterosexual pool,

right?

One would expect there to be some crossover of partners from time to time.

They aren't dating anymore means it's open season.

It's women's hunting in the one analogy.

Skill.

So, I can understand why you'd feel bad, but you should just tell her.

Cole doesn't seem like the protective type.

What if it doesn't happen again?

Could we just pretend it never happened?

Cole would never have to know.

Well, you could do that.

But do you really not want it to go any further?

Alright.

Do me a favour.

If you do decide that you want to be with Nat, go for it.

Alright? Life's too short to be sacrificing your happiness for others.

At this stage, you don't even know if Cole's going to give a shit, right?

Doesn't that make you happy?

Yeah. Yeah, I think she does.

I don't always put you what makes you happy.

Okay.

Hey.

Yeah, no, I'm sorry I didn't call. I stayed at Ben's last night.

Yeah.

Do you mind if I call you back in just a little bit? I've just pulled up at home.

Yeah, but we should definitely talk about this because... I want to give it

a go.

I want to give this a chance.

Hey, what's wrong?

Are you okay?

Colt, tell me what's happened.

It's completely fucked. I completely ruined it.

What's fucked? What's ruined?

Everything I worked towards, everything I wanted.

Colt, tell me.

I didn't make the fucking team.

Shit. Dude, I'm so sorry.

I mean, surely you've got another shot next year?

I was disqualified.

I failed a drug test.

What?

They're from the other night. I thought they'd be gone by the time they did the

test. Carl.

made the time.

Let's go.

Seriously, you get through this, huh?

Like, everybody makes mistakes.

I don't know, maybe you can tell them it's not something you do every day.

You know? Yeah.

It's worth a shot.

Yeah.

It's so fucking humiliating. Yeah.

Hey, you won't tell anyone, will you?

I'd be glad if anyone found out.

No, of course not.

You can trust me.

I'm so sorry. I don't think I can do this.

I can't hurt Cole.

Where are you? I'm at the foreshore.

What made you change your mind?

Cole's in a pretty bad place. I just don't think this is the best time to

drop something like this on her.

I don't want to lose you.

But I can't lose Carl.

Will you at least come over so we can talk about it?

Whatever you decide I respect, let's not do this over the phone, yeah?

I can't change my mind now.

I understand.

Look, I'm going to be home around four today, so do you want to come to my

place then?

Okay.

Zoe? Yeah?

It'll be okay.

Come in.

What are you doing?

Looking at the new work I've done.

They're beautiful.

Donny.

What are you going to do with them?

I don't know yet.

Honestly, you should show them.

And not just in our living room?

Nah.

It's just a hobby and they're not good enough to exhibit.

Bullshit.

You never cease to amaze me.

Are you off somewhere?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, I'm just going to uni to study.

You never stop, eh?

It'll all be over soon.

Well, I better go, but I'll see you later tonight, yeah?

Sure.

You know you should exhibit.

Yeah, all right.

Get out.

Thank you.

I don't want you out of the house.

I came here to... You lied to me. I don't want you living in the house

anymore. Just give me a chance to explain this, all right? You fucked my

ex-girlfriend while I was away for five days. What else is there to say? I

just... I... I didn't mean for it to begin. I just came here... Well, it

never... It never should have started.

Carl, don't...

Is this someone from your family?

Oh, yeah.

That's my nan.

Richest woman in the world.

Do you see how much?

No. Not as much as they should.

She lives about an hour away, so... Yeah, I just never seem to make it up

there as much as they used to.

Which makes me a shit person.

Well, what about... Photos of the rest of your family haven't seen any around.

Because I don't have any.

Oh?

Yeah, my dad and I don't really talk much anymore.

Not since he remarried, so... The new woman in his life didn't exactly take

kindly to his only daughter, so...

He's pretty much forbidden to see me.

Shit.

I'm so sorry. It's okay.

Definitely his loves.

Yeah.

I don't know.

Kind of passed it, hey?

Like, if he's willing to do whatever me, fuck him, I guess.

Yeah.

Well, I mean, what about your mum?

Where's she?

It's not boring. It is.

I'll pry it out of you one day.

Maybe you will.

I want to know all there is to know about you.

I haven't seen my mum in almost ten years.

I was waiting at home for her after school one day.

I wanted to go to a friend's house, but I had to wait for her to come home so

she could drive me over.

But mum was running late, so I was storming around the house thinking of

every awful thing I could say to her when she walked through the door.

As selfish she was for being late home from work.

How thoughtless she was for not rushing home so I could do what I wanted.

I never cared why she was late.

I don't know, when you're 14 you think these kinds of demands are reasonable,

you know?

And instead of waiting, I called her.

She was driving.

I yelled at her and told her she was the worst person in the world.

She actually waited till I'd finished speaking before she said anything.

I obviously didn't like what she had to say because...

I hung up on her.

I didn't care for the reason, you know, she wasn't home, so I hung up on her.

I must have stared at that front door for... well over... Two hours.

It was so stupid.

I could have fucking walked.

Hindsight.

When the door did finally open, I was disappointingly

greeted by my father.

Nothing was going my way.

I remember he hung

up his coat, and he got down on one knee,

came really, really close to my face, and

he said,

He said, your mum left us.

His eyes were red from crying.

Then he put his hand on my shoulder.

But to get himself up from the floor.

And then he just walked away.

She died in a car crash.

First thing I have to do is pick a door to a fucking play-doh.

What do you want to do today?

Anything you want.

I want to stay in bed all day.

Yeah?

I'm trying to set a world record.

What day is it?

Wednesday, I think.

I really should go to uni.

We're in the letter I now.

Got it.

Right. Immediate apprehension by mind without reasoning.

Immediate input.

Verbal noun.

No.

Can I have that one again, please?

Absolutely.

Immediate apprehension by mind without reasoning.

Immediate insight.

Intuition. Fuck!

I hate you.

I actually hate you.

Right, give me another go.

Hey, all right.

We're in F.

Construct, manufacture, forge.

Is that it?

That's it.

Construct, manufacture, forge.

Come on, it's an easy one.

Fabricate. Have

you

played much chess?

All through primary school.

I've won two trophies in my life.

Chess was one of them.

What about you?

My dad taught me when I was little that I never really play.

Sure you want to do that?

Yeah.

You sure?

Yes.

Oh, I got you a queen.

Checkmate.

How the fuck did you do that?

Sometimes we've got to create a distraction.

Sometimes that takes a sacrifice.

Plus you've always got to stay three steps ahead.

But I thought you said you never played chess?

I don't.

Doesn't mean I never did.

Three steps ahead.

Hey, you girls came for a pizza and a movie?

You can pick the movie.

I

think

I'm going to stay in tonight, yeah?

You have a slice for me, though.

I was thinking I could take you out to dinner tonight.

We haven't left our house in weeks.

My shop.

Sounds amazing.

Where should we go?

We've got like a bunch of menus or something.

No, I don't think so.

Have you got a phone book?

I'm glad we do.

Clue dry.

Okay. Now, wherever you point to, that's where we'll go.

Okay?

Hey, guys.

Hey! Hey.

How's it going?

Yeah, good.

Just looking for somewhere to dinner tonight.

No, you're taking me out.

Ah. You should, um, try to think of an Italian place.

I'm going to turn around the corner.

I've heard it's great.

Hey, what are you doing tonight?

I don't know much.

Work was rough, so I just figured I'd probably just stay in. Well, come out

with us tonight.

Really? Yeah.

Why not?

Well, I don't want to intrude.

I just, well, I fucking love Italian. Yeah.

No, I mean, it'll be fun.

Are you cool now?

Oh, yeah, absolutely.

I'll shout as well.

I should probably start paying my way around here anyway, right?

No.

No, you don't have to do that.

No, I insist.

Seriously.

Can you go now? Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

Now it will be five minutes. Five minutes.

Five minutes. Five minutes.

How's it going with you guys?

Yeah, good.

I feel like I never get the chance to ask you that.

You know how the first few months are, though. Yeah, of course.

Just miss you a bit.

That's all.

Just be careful not to wear it away.

What do you mean?

Like a song.

That you fall in love and you just keep playing over and over.

You know what I mean.

The one that when you hear it on the radio, you just stop in the middle of

the road and pump it up, and then pull over, buy the record, put it on repeat.

And the first few times you listen to it, it still has that irresistible hook,

that thing that just grabs onto your soul and won't let go.

But after a few times, something's different.

You're not as attached.

You've worn it out.

Yeah? I mean, if only you'd given yourself some space, maybe it would

still have its hold on you.

And the same goes for your relationship.

I mean, you'll get bored.

If not you, you better have.

Never found a song you couldn't get sick of?

It's humanly impossible.

I mean, you can revisit songs after a lengthy break, but you can never just

continuously play them.

I mean, have you ever said a word just over and over?

Yeah? Well, you know, after a while, it's like that.

It lives with me.

It's just signs.

No,

it's the clown. Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

Joe, do you mind showing that again?

Never had any problems before. I'm really sorry.

Maybe, um, is there a cash place anywhere around?

No, it's fine. I've got it.

Did it decline?

No, it's fine. No, that's all right. I've got it. I'll do it. It's my shout.

I can do it. No, it's fine. Matt, Matt, right? We'll just get it back to you

later, okay?

Thank you.

Thanks. Don't worry about the change. I'm sorry. No, it's fine.

Don't worry about it.

You're welcome.

Easy, bitch. Good job.

I'll, um, I'm tired today. I'm really tired.

Okay.

Thanks, Jose.

Have a good one.

Night. Don't fuck too loud.

Hey. Yeah?

Lady.

What would you think?

About us getting our own place.

Sorry?

We move out and get our own place.

Just you and I.

Really? Where's this coming from?

You know what I'm like.

I mean, come on, we practically live together now anyway.

I don't think I could afford it.

We'd go halves into one bedroom.

Like, it'd be no more than what you're paying now, I reckon.

Yeah, but what about Tom?

Tom will be fine.

We'll find someone else to move in.

Yeah, I don't know. I mean, I feel like I've only just settled here. Yeah, of

course.

But just imagine how great it would be if we had a house of our own.

You know?

I'd get to walk around naked.

You'd get to watch me walk around naked. I mean, the list is endless.

You know?

I need to think about it, yeah?

This is good.

Oh wow.

Oh wow.

It's amazing.

Oh, this kitchen is amazing.

It is, it is amazing.

It's just, it's really expensive there.

Yeah, but with both of our savings we'd be able to afford it.

It's only a little bit more than what you're paying out there. It's more than

double.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know that, but... Okay, human meat, right?

Just bear with me. Bear with me.

It's beautiful.

Come with me. Okay. See, it's finished as well. So we don't even have to worry

about that.

Imagine. Grandma.

Right there.

You like a bit of that, don't you?

You can have my coffee table in here with all the magazines and, like, coffee

books.

And fun TV.

We'll just throw it out. We'll watch the stars at night.

It's beautiful.

We'll have our bed.

Covered in big white pillows and a cloud of a blank.

We can fuck right here and let the whole world watch us.

You should have been a real estate agent.

I know, right?

I want to think about it, though.

You know, we've got to crunch the numbers.

Yeah. Yeah? Maybe we could have a big birthday party for you next week. We can

make it a combined charity drive.

Go. What?

Get up. We're needy.

We can raise all the money we need, I promise.

Good idea.

Who would we invite?

Hello. Happy birthday.

Thanks.

Come on.

Thank you.

Dude, you're getting old now, you know? No, it's ridiculous.

Dude, you sound like shit.

Yeah, I think I'm getting a cold or something. I don't know. It doesn't

matter. Do you want me to make you some brekkie?

Uh, no, I'll be all right.

Yeah, sorry. I just had some celebratory cupcake, though.

Yeah? Good.

Nice.

Cool, well, you wait here. I'm going to get you something.

Of course they do.

Where are you going?

Wait, aren't you coming to Ben's with me?

Oh, fuck.

I completely forgot. That's all right. No, I'm sorry.

It's not.

I do have to go into work, though, to get stuff organized for my promotion.

I promise I will make it up to you tonight. Okay?

We'll go to one of those saloon bars for the all-you-can-eat peanuts, and instead

of ordering, we'll just fill up on peanuts.

Okay?

I really am sorry.

I'll meet you soon, okay?

We really have to get this stuff sorted if we want to afford the rent at the new

place.

You have a great day.

Yes, and I will... I'll call you later about dinner, okay?

Um, happy birthday.

I love you.

Love you.

Have fun at work.

Thanks.

You play.

I just found out this morning. I was going to tell you.

So you're moving out?

Apparently so.

We just moved in.

Nat really wants a place for just the two of us.

We both do.

When?

Two weeks.

Where? Just a few suburbs over.

How am I going to find someone in two weeks?

It took me a month to find you and you weren't even looking. I know. I'm sorry.

I'll help you.

It's not even that, Zoe.

I barely see you.

And we're living in the same house.

What's going to happen when you move out?

Tom, I'll come over all the time. No, you won't. Yes, I will. You won't, Zoe.

I'm telling you.

Look, ever since the two of you have been together, it's been all about Nat.

I barely see you, and when I do, she's always here.

And even if she isn't, she's all we talk about.

I mean, I thought you'd be over it by now, but you're not.

Okay, well...

Maybe it'll be better for you to live with someone else, then.

And what are you going to do, Zoe? You're just going to keep pushing

everyone away until she's all you've got left? I'm not pushing anybody away. Who

have you got left? Who have you got left, Zoe? Besides me, who have you got?

How many people are ringing you up, just giving you birthday wishes? How many

people are banging down the door, begging to take you out on your

birthday? What is wrong with you, Tom?

And where's Nat?

The one day she should be here, and she's gone. She's already gone.

How convenient.

It's okay, because I'm here.

Offering to make you a special birthday breakfast or just something to spend

time with you.

While you're secretly planning a vanishing act with your loyal and loving

partner. Fuck you, Tom.

Where the fuck is this coming from, huh?

You were fine with us the other night at dinner. Why didn't you say something

sooner?

I was telling you to back off, but you've gone and done the complete

opposite. So, I don't know.

And honestly, I thought you were smart enough to realise...

what was going on without it having to come to this.

But I guess I was wrong.

Whatever.

Good luck.

I hope it all works out.

Tom!

I'm fucked.

I have to redo the whole fucking thing.

What?

Nothing. I don't know what you expect from me. Well, you knew how important

this was to me. Yeah, it was.

Tom.

It's shit.

It's absolute shit.

But I don't know what you thought was going to happen.

You never go to uni and you never studied.

I studied. You know you didn't study.

It hasn't been a priority since Nat came along. Nothing has.

What did Nat say?

I couldn't get a hold of him.

That was surprising.

Look, I'm sorry you didn't pass.

But you get out what you put in, and you put in shit.

Life goes on, you'll move out.

We forget all about it.

What are you looking for?

The letter is L.

To take up, be situated, discover the place... Babe, I don't have time for

that right now. I'm really sorry.

I have to go to work.

Well, what about the rest of the apartment?

We can decorate it.

You're better at that stuff anyway.

We can just sort it out when I get home, yeah?

You have to go right now.

I do, yes.

I didn't realise the time.

We'll be back in the morning though, yeah?

And we'll unpack everything and stay in bed all day, okay? Okay.

I promise.

See you later, yeah?

Bye.

Hey. Hey.

Come here, man.

Oh, no, look, I can't. I just swung by to see if you want to ride with me.

Oh, good idea, but I have to wait for Nat to get home from work.

You should get to drive solo.

You can help me choose what to wear.

Um, as if you'd let me choose your outfit. Are you being serious?

Are the awards televised?

Yeah. You can pick my tie.

Thanks. But I can't. Look, Nat doesn't like driving long distances by herself,

you know, for obvious reasons. So I need to wait for her.

Um, please don't be late. You know, I hate crowds.

A finger from your face will help.

Okay, I won't be late. I promise.

Okay.

How long does it take to get there again?

About an hour and a half. What time does she finish?

One.

You sure you don't want to come with me?

It'll be fine.

Don't worry about it.

Okay. I'll see you at four o'clock.

See ya.

Come on!

Where are you?

Um, hey, I've had a crash.

What happened? Are you okay?

I'm fine, though, seriously.

It's not bad. I just, um, really shaken up.

Where are you?

I'm just at work at the moment.

Okay, well, I'm on my way to you. No, no, no, no, go to Ben, okay?

No, it won't start.

What do you mean it won't start?

My car, it won't start.

Shit. No, it's fine, look, you'll understand.

Just tell me where you are and I'll come to you.

Too far, just... So, um, I'll be there soon, okay?

Will you be okay to drive?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Just be safe and call me if you need anything.

Um... I'm really sorry about Ben.

Ben, it's Zoe. I'm still at home.

Ned's been in a car accident.

I'm not going to be able to make it. I'm so sorry. Can you please just call me

back?

Are you okay?

Um, yeah, I'm fine. I'm okay. It's just a bit of whiplash. What the fuck

happened? Some douchebag ran a stop sign.

A question in front of my car.

Is, um... Is Ben okay?

Couldn't get a hold of him.

Who was that?

I don't understand the block number.

You're not going to answer it?

Well, if it's important, I'll leave a message, won't I?

When you called me...

I started walking to you.

It must have been impulse because I just got out of the car

and I just started walking.

But after we hung up, I realized I had

absolutely no idea where I was going.

In the four months we've been together, I've never been to your workplace.

I have no idea where you're working at.

Look, I have to be up for work really early tomorrow, and my neck really

hurts, so I'm just going to get some painkillers and go to bed.

In the cupboard above the fridge.

Hello? Hello, Nat?

Who is this?

Nat, is that you?

I'm sorry, she's not available right now. Who is this?

It's Trish, Nat's mother.

Could you please get her to call me back?

Um, I'm sorry, who did you say this was?

Nat's mum, Trish.

I've been trying to contact her for weeks and haven't been able to get

through. Could you please get her to call me back?

Um... Sure thing, Trish. It's... It's definitely Nat you're after,

right? Yes, Nat.

She's still around, isn't she?

Yeah. Yes, she's still around.

I'll get her to call you back as soon as possible.

Thanks.

Sorry, what was your name?

Zoe.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Is that my phone?

Sorry, what's wrong?

Your mum called And

I saw the messages from Cole

Why

would you lie to me?

What are you doing?

I am leaving.

How could you do this, huh?

Does Cole even know about us?

I have lost everything for you.

Was any of it true? Was anything you ever said to me true?

Nat?

You're choosing her over me?

It hurts, doesn't it?

What do you mean it won't start?

My car, it won't start.

Shit. No, it's fine. Look, you'll understand. Just tell me where you are

and I'll come to you.

Too far. Just... Stay at home. I'll be there soon, okay?

Will you be okay to drive?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Just be safe and call me if you need anything.

I'm so sorry about Ben.

Okay.

Bye.

I've missed you.

I can't stay for long.

You never can.

There are many doorways, and on entering upon a doorway one finds meeting points.

We can call these points places, people, worlds, existences, past, future,

present, moments, realities, imaginations, stories, dreaming,

perceptions, thoughts, actions, memories.

It goes deeper and stems into another universe created into one mind.

Our bodies, our existence has come to a meeting point.

Every nerve point in the brain meets in one point at some point.

Just like we have our central balance meeting point from which everything

stems.

As does everything in existence.

It all has stems, doorways, branches.

And when we enter upon a door, pathways fall out at our feet.

If we consciously walk these paths in our dreaming or within our waking world,

we can connect the pathways to once again return.