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No. Look, I didn't say that Media Communication Studies is shit.

-You kind of did. -Well...

I didn't learn anything. The first day,

they made us make a tower of newspapers. We looked stupid.

-What? -That's what I say.

That's when I realized we'd be getting drunk,

punching in and warming seats.

-Have you been to San Cemento party? -No, no.

-It's so cool, you have to go. -Yeah?

And why would I go on an Erasmus?

What the hell do I do in fucking Stockholm?

I don't care about the city and the degree even less.

To get drunk there...

I can get drunk here and save money.

And now?

-What? -What are you going to do?

I don't know. I don't want to be a director either.

Shit, I'm out of papers.

But I have a friend who works in a company

that edits videos for English courses and such.

And I can use a video editor, so I might get in there.

Are you a good editor?

-I'm good, yes. -Do you like it?

I like it a lot. Yes.

Wow!

-Do you like my freckles? -Your freckles drive me wild.

I love them. I hadn't noticed before.

-Fuck, I've got a few. -Sure, look at your arm.

-You know what I like? -What?

-Your belly. -Fuck, don't tell me that.

No one likes their belly. I don't.

-I do. -Yeah?

I swear. Hey, what are those ugly tattoos?

I don't know.

When did you do them? What were you thinking?

-I don't know what I was thinking. -They're fucking ugly.

Everyone has a past.

When I was fucking you, I came across them.

I mean, I'd seen them before,

but I came face to face with them and we connected.

And it was hard to look the other way.

Okay, enough, please. Enough.

No, don't kiss me there.

-Oh, hang-ups, hang-ups. -It's not a hang-up,

-there's semen in my navel. -I don't care, it's mine.

Fine, go for it.

Your roommates aren't here, are they?

No, I think Jairo's in Segovia

doing some shit for his YouTube channel.

-Is he a YouTuber? -No, he's an asshole.

-Where did you throw my panties? -They're there, under my T-shirt.

-I'm going to take a shower. -Okay.

Okay.

-See you soon. -See you soon.

What's that racket? What's this?

-Don't you like this music? -Apparently not.

Fuck, it's the shit.

You're very cute.

That's the worst thing to tell a dude.

Yeah?

-You're a cute thug. -Better.

Can I get a towel?

Make it snappy, the boiler's crap.

Just like the one in my place.

Ooh!

DAFNE AND THE REST

The lift's not working.

I've never once come to your place when it's working.

I don't know if they break it on purpose every time I come.

Hello.

Hello.

Who are you?

Okay, they have the same hair dye.

-Are you Jairo's mom? -No, no.

She's with me, Mom. Hi, how are you?

Let me see.

How awkward! She's the last thing a mother expects to find

in the hallway of her son's place.

Hi.

A hallway that smells of extreme sex.

-I brought some baked rice. -It looks great. Thanks.

The rice looks nice, yes. The scene doesn't.

A guy who got to vote two years ago

with a girl who's had a vagina for about the same time.

Son, put on a T-shirt or something.

No, I need a shower. I'll be right back.

You're tall, aren't you?

Sure, I'm kind of a giant, it's a hassle.

You've got a back like...

Do you swim? Are you a swimmer?

No, I don't do anything, I'm lazy.

And transsexual. She's transsexual too.

Great.

-I'll take this to the kitchen. -Okay, great.

-She's my mother. -I imagined so.

-Yes. -We have the same hair dye.

I doubt it, her hairdresser is really expensive.

-I think we do. -Yeah? Fuck.

-Yes. I'm going to put my boots on. -Okay.

-Do I heat it up in the oven? -No. Can't you see it's ready?

Do you want to the plate to explode in the oven?

It's freshly made, it's still hot.

I don't want it to end up like a...

Okay.

You don't have any bread or anything, do you?

-I didn't have time. -No.

Sorry.

-Is she your girlfriend? -What?

-What happened to Marta? -I don't know.

Get dressed. Your bare chest all day...

I liked Marta.

Marta. That girl loved you, Iñaki!

Good Lord, she loved you. She was devoted to you.

-You didn't like Marta. -I did like Marta, a lot.

So cute, so pretty...

-so young. -Dafne's very pretty too.

No, honey.

She's not pretty. The girl isn't even attractive.

Okay.

She has nice hair, but pretty...?

What she is, is...

Trans. Trans.

What is she, Mom?

Transsexual, transgender, whatever.

Go on, say it.

She's...

Trans, trans, trans.

She's older, right?

-And? -Yes, a lot.

Where did you meet her?

She's a professor of yours at university?

-God! -Don't tell me that, Iñaki, eh?

-I'm not at university anymore. -I know, and it's a shame.

Don't remind me, it makes me sick.

Iñaki, really, sometimes I think

you do all this just to annoy me.

Why would I do this to annoy...?

You knew I was coming with the rice.

I come every Sunday with baked rice to be with you.

If you're going to get involved with weird girls,

hide it from me. Have some respect.

-She's so strange. -You are, you're from Spain

and you look Scottish with that hair and so pale.

-Get some sun, shit. -That's really bad for you.

I think I'll go, this is so awkward.

Mom, don't exaggerate. Please, sit down,

we're going to have lunch. You'll really like her.

You think I'm hungry right now?

Right now my stomach is in knots.

Open the windows, the whole place smells...

Of sex, fucking, sweat, sodomy, dirty stuff.

...stuffy.

-I'm going. -No, you're not going,

you're staying for the rice, it's top-notch.

-There isn't enough for everyone. -What?

It'd feed 50 people. And if there isn't enough,

I'll give her some of mine, I'm not that hungry.

You're always hungry, don't talk nonsense.

I'm not hungry today, I'm sorry.

It's alright, I have to go, I'm meeting someone.

You liar. You said you had nothing to do

and you'd spend the day with me. Did you or not?

Is it because of my mother?

Ignore her, listen to me, it's her way. Don't go easy on her.

The rubbish you say, Iñaki.

Please.

Do you want blood sausage?

Of course she does, Mom.

I'm taking a shower.

-Shall I help you, ma'am? -No, relax.

And cut the formality, we're about the same age.

Bam!

-Thank you, sir. -Forget it.

-I think your mother hates me. -She hates everyone,

but yes, she didn't like you, I'm sorry.

-Jeez. -Any girl's good enough for me.

Now she says that Marta was very friendly, very nice,

but she gave her shit for being a shelf stacker at a supermarket.

Amazing. She couldn't stand her.

Could it be an Oedipus complex, eh?

It's called Agrippina complex, but yes, she's in love with me...

No wonder, look at me, please.

I see you, sure.

What now?

Now we get a drink somewhere, then head for the square,

we're meeting some of my friends. How's that?

-Fuck, really? -Shit, shit, I forgot.

You're prejudiced against young people.

Fuck, when you were on all fours begging for more, it didn't look like it.

Because you're a dirty boy and filth has no age, you know?

Okay, fuck.

He was a dirty boy and she was enjoying it more than ever.

This walk was doing her no good at all,

nor had sitting and eating baked rice

in front of the mother. Well, imagine her now that

she has to sit on the ground in the fucking square.

I didn't say I liked Fincher,

I said I like "Fight Club", it's not the same thing.

God! Saying the English titles is revolting.

Do you prefer the Latino title: "El Club de la Pelea"?

-I haven't seen it. -Why criticize then?

How could you not have seen "El Club de la Pelea"? I can't believe it.

-I don't like Leonardo DiCaprio. -Sacrilege! DiCaprio's not in it.

The other one, Brad Pitt, I don't like him.

See you later, ciao.

I'm back 'cause my beer's full, but I hate you.

-What are you laughing at? -Nothing, sorry.

-What are you looking at? -I love your freckles.

I've been given shit about them all my life.

-Really? -But I'm used to it.

-I think they're lovely. -Thanks.

They'd call me "dish of lentils" and tons of other stuff.

But anyway...

I dig them.

I can't say the same about your "jail tattoos".

I'm sorry, they're fucking hideous.

Fuck.

-Will you give me a kiss? -Yes.

You look pretty today, eh?

What?

I voted for the left party. Fuck that wasted vote shit

I don't give a fuck, you know?

If I don't identify with any party, what the fuck do I do?

It's the least of all evils, right?

I went and voted. Am I going to stay at home and scratch my ass?

No, I go and vote. It's like...

Then we complain. You know what busts my balls?

The people who didn't vote, then complain they have no freedom.

Freedom, bullshit... Go outside, go and fucking vote.

That I sunbathed with a colander,

that they ran out of spray when they painted me.

Quail egg.

Banana, because the banana has spots.

I think you've got a gorgeous universe spread over your face.

They said all that to me.

You don't want to know what they said to me.

Did they give you shit?

Well...

enough to be a sensitive and empathetic person

and just enough to not need therapy.

What were you like before?

I'm embarrassed, but I'll tell you, I'll be honest.

-What? -I don't shout at demonstrations,

-I can't, it's impossible. -No?

No, it doesn't come out. I see everyone so fucking energetic...

I have no sense of rhythm, I'm scared to be out of time

so I lip-sync to it. I've never been caught out.

Don't judge me, I lip-sync at demonstrations.

What?

Sorry, it's just...

-Know what my grandma used to say? -What?

She'd say: "Boy, come here". And she'd take my hand

and say: "If you only knew..." And I'd say: "What, Grandma?".

And she'd say: "Ah". The bitch, she's great.

Don't you know?

-No. -If you only knew...

Jeez, I'm tanked. Do we get another or the bill?

It's six o'clock, we have to go.

-Let's go. -Shit.

Hurry, hurry.

-Are we late? -Yes, really late.

We're meeting all my buddies in the square.

How sad is the first goodbye

They said I'd reach the age

When I'd soon fall in love

But if first love is beautiful

How sad is the first goodbye

I don't know why it ended

It was great, it was the best...

-Okay, I've got some drama. -Here we go.

-No, listen. Manipulation. -Seriously?

Yes. Sure, I was there and I left angry, right?

But later in the lift I realized that I'd behaved like a bitch,

I mean, unconsciously, you know?

But I went back, went inside and said to them:

"Look, Clara, forgive me.

I've been manipulating you all this time so as to not look bad."

We started to talk, to cry, and we ended up getting it on.

Well, it's good you realized, right?

-So, are you girlfriends now? -Girlfriends?

She wishes. You're worth it, sister.

No, no way.

They've got a weird thing going,

they realized that they're non-binary,

so they don't want partners and we just get it on now and then.

-Hey, your name's Dafne, right? -Yes.

-I love Dafne. -Seriously?

-Hey, I have to go to work. -But weren't you studying?

And I work too. I work in the bar back there, I'm doing great,

-but I'm so busy, I'm dead. -Right.

All day with exams, projects, nachos,

white sangrias, Mexican sandwich.

Well, that's life.

-Right, I'm going. -Nice to meet you.

-Same here. Ciao. -'Bye.

Hey, ciao.

Was the short about that too?

No, it was about him falling in love with me and I was happy.

But it didn't happen, he fell in love with someone else.

And general craziness, what have you done?

One moment.

Aurora!

Honey!

-Hi. -What are you doing here, girl?

Nothing, taking a walk. It's a nice afternoon, right?

I was tired of being at home and...

-But you live up north, honey. -Right, but I started walking...

I was bored, Dafne, I was pacing around the house

and I didn't know whether to take a sedative or the whole box.

I looked up places in Madrid on the Internet

and saw that this square had a lot of atmosphere and...

I don't know what got into my head, but...

I'll tell you. You thought

that this would be a hotbed of singles like those cruises

and you saw that there are only lowlifes and hippies

and you got scared, didn't you?

Sure. But since I was here, I bought a beer and... I don't know...

The taxi cost 15 euros, understand?

It's great that you did it. Why didn't you call me?

No, I won't be the nuisance boss

that you have to look after. No, no. So, what about you?

With friends, sitting on the ground.

-My God! -My God, that's what I say.

Now suck it up and come, honey.

-I have no choice. -You bet.

God, they're so young.

If I felt like a granny the other day at your place, this is the limit.

The blond boy is cute.

That sound a bit pederast.

-No way. -How old is he, 15?

These are your friends? Dafne, you worry me.

He's not 15, he's 20, almost 21. I came with him.

-Is he your...? -He's my nothing.

Guys, I just ran into my friend Aurora

and asked her to join us, okay?

Sure. Hey, that beer? Did the Chinese seller go by?

No, I got it at that supermarket there.

It's not very cold, but it's okay.

Here, Aurora, have this.

Come on, here.

Sit down.

-I don't bite. -Oh, it's cold.

How are you, Aurora?

-I went out for a walk and... -Yeah? Great.

...I ran into Dafne.

-Jeez, it's raining. -Oh, please.

-Fuck! Oh, fuck! -My hair will go frizzy.

-Let's go, let's go, let's go. -Now, now!

The banana one has no sugar, it's got stevia, I think.

But it's a bit dry. Get the carrot cake, you know?

It's nicer, homemade,

my boss' mom makes it and at least it has some taste.

-The banana's not... -Okay, that one.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

You'll love it, you'll see.

-Hello. -Hi. Give me a second, okay?

-Sure. -I'll serve some cake and...

Honey, I'll leave it here, okay?

-How are you? -Good.

You want someone to serve you today, right?

Yeah, well.

I'm beat but I don't feel like going home.

-Sure. -Do I smell like...?

Fried food? No, I mean, it hasn't reached me.

I can smell it around me, maybe it's in my clothes...

No, relax, really, you... don't smell.

What'll it be? Beer or...?

No, a latte, I'm in a daze.

-Okay. -The machine works now, right?

The what?

Oh, the coffee maker, yes. We'll see how long it lasts,

because these things, when they're old, it's like...

any day... boom!

The rain's cleared up, huh?

-Listen... -What?

Don't feel weird around me, okay?

What?

Fuck, you know she told me and...

we're buddies, I don't want this to be weird.

I get it, it was a slip, or not,

whatever it was, I'm not mad, I'm not angry,

I don't hate you or anything. It's all fine with me. Okay?

Okay.

And you?

Good, it's fine for me too, César.

I'm grateful, because when you came in the door

I thought you would say the typical school thing

of "let's go outside, we have to talk".

Come on!

No, seriously, I'm grateful.

Are you alright?

Yes.

I don't know, yes.

-It was weird, I won't lie to you. -Sure.

Especially all of a sudden, the shock, I didn't expect it, but...

then I thought it over and...

it's done, right?

-You're so nice. -No, hey, no.

Yes, if my girlfriend told me

she'd slept with someone else, I'd kill her.

From shock, the heat of the moment. Maybe thinking calmly...

Things are what they are, and that's that.

Right.

-This coffee's fucking great. -Yes.

What about you?

Are you cool?

Yes.

No. I don't know.

What?

It's weird, I don't know if I should tell you the truth

-or watch what I say. -What do you think?

Well, I fancy your girlfriend.

I understand.

Sure.

She's a darling, really.

And besides... I don't know... never mind.

I thought this would be something silly.

Fooling around, some crap between friends.

I've got it on with all my friends when we're wasted,

but this... was different, I don't know,

I like her.

-Jeez. -That's what I say. Jeez.

I just have to get her out of my head.

The thing is that I can't stop going over it...

I was going to list these things about her, but you know.

-I know them, yes. -Yes.

I understand that you like her and she got it on with you.

Go on, silly.

Yes, I always thought you were a fucking great girl, really nice...

Shit, look at you.

That's it then. Don't you put out tapas here?

-With coffee? -Yeah, right?

-What tapas do you want, kid? -A piece of that cake.

Not the banana. If you want, sure,

but it's been there for four days, it's awful.

Go on, finish your coffee and head home,

because I didn't tell you before, but you really stink.

-Yeah? -Yes, you reek of fried food.

Thanks.

Is there a line?

-Yes. I think they're doing lines. -Fuck, lucky them.

-Having a good time? -Great. And you?

Yes, I don't know, I was a bit put out because...

we haven't spoken for a bit and...

you look so cute and...

goofing around, and I wanted to kiss you,

but I don't want to make you feel awkward.

Yes, I was with my friends and I haven't seen Lufo for ages.

And your friend, she can can chew the fat. My God.

Oh, Iñaki.

-Don't get scared. -If you say that, I am already.

No.

I think I like you.

Really.

I feel bad about deleting the match, you know?

Just because of preconceptions. I try to stop people

from having them about me, and just because you're younger...

and objectively prettier,

it scared me and I didn't see you as a possibility, you know?

I don't know, it's like...

I imagined you'd be uncouth, slow-witted...

I judged you on your room,

the chain around your neck, which I love now.

I didn't let myself get to know you,

you know?

I acted like an idiot,

but today's been so cool...

Yes.

I don't know, I felt very comfortable and...

I felt special.

Well, I felt normal, which for me is almost more important than that.

I don't know, I mean...

I always boycott myself, I'm my worst enemy

-and I never let... -Dafne,

don't go on.

Oh, God!

-Sorry, I didn't know there was a line. -It's alright.

It's okay.

What?

Look, you're an incredible girl

and I've had a great time with you. Today's been special for me too.

The fucking has been amazing...

and my friends really like you too.

But when I look at you I see a friend.

Yes.

By your face, I understand that I've confused you,

but I'm sorry.

I want to be honest.

Okay.

I appreciate your honesty. Don't worry, it's alright.

-But why did you hold my hand? -I don't know.

-Don't you know what it means? -No, because I felt like it,

like I felt like snogging in the bar before.

I don't think twice.

Forgive me.

It's alright.

Okay.

Do you want to be my friend?

-Yes. -Are you sure?

Yes, I want to be your friend.

Okay, then come dance with me.

-No, I'm pissing myself. -Oh, that's right... then go.

-See you soon. -Okay.

Shit, my body stocking.

-That's horrible! -I snogged him.

-What? -Your friend, the pretty boy

with the freckles, the blond.

I saw him looking at me all the time,

and I said: "You're crazy, Aurora".

But he grabbed me hard around the waist

and kissed me in front of everyone.

He wants me to go to his place.

I don't know. How embarrassing.

I'm so out of practice.

And have you seen his arms? He might break me in two.

-What do I do? -What else?

Go and have fun, girl. Enjoy it, girl, enjoy it.

-Yes, what the fuck, sure. -Sure.

Thanks for always being so nice to me.

Next week, take off any day you need.

I don't need any. Listen, I'm heading out.

-Really? -Yes, I've got a stomach ache.

So much alcohol, mixing drinks. Say goodbye for me, okay?

Okay.

I'm glad you're having fun.

-You needed it, eh? -Yes!

Thanks.

Alright.

See you.

The night has awoken for me again

To talk to me of you

Together and through

Dreams we will fly

I'll have news of you at dawn

I don't know why

I think of you so much

I think of you so much

For you, only you

You are my song

Your voice is my song

I don't know why

I think of you so much

I think of you so much

For you, only you

You are my song

Your voice is my song

Uh... were you singing?

-No. -How fucking embarrassing, man!

Singing in the street as if you were in a videoclip, awful.

-No. -No. Sure.

-Are you heading home? -Yes. You?

I'm going for a kebab. I got hungry. Want one?

Go on, okay.

-Mixed durum? -Yes.

-What's up, Josef? -Hello.

How are you? Please, a mixed durum and a veal lahmacun.

Okay? Thanks.

-What did you order? -Lahmacun. Veal.

Her heart starts to beat faster than ever.

She likes him, a lot, too much, she likes her friend.

However much she tries to be with another guy,

the fact is that he's the one she likes.

What can you do?

I don't know, it must be that, I get carried away...

Music connects me with stuff and I let myself go. Don't laugh.

-I'm not laughing! -You have no shame.

-You went home first, huh? -Yes. I came from work

exhausted and stinking of fried food.

I took a shower and...

I was too lazy to make anything and here I am.

-How are you? -Good. Well, I don't know.

My day was really weird, but I feel great.

-Yeah? -I met up with that young guy, then...

I don't know what happened but it turned to shit.

-Bad? -Not bad,

but he held my hand in the street, introduced me to his mom, then...

He introduced you to his mom?

No, that seems a bit psychotic, but I don't know...

-It's a bit psychotic. -He's only 20, you know?

Fuck, at 20 I didn't introduce my mom to people I just met.

Sure, he thought I was so cool, so real.

He saw it was so real, he had to see it through.

-My God. -It got fucked up, in the end?

He told me he saw me as a friend.

After introducing you to his mom.

I don't know why

I think of you so much

I think of you so much

For you, only you

You are my song

Your voice is my song

I don't know why

I think of you so much

I think of you so much

For you, only you

You are my song

Your voice is my song

I don't know why

I think of you so much