yeah, i noticed that. what's the story?
up to anything scandalous these days, nick?
what do you mean? nick puffs out his chest. joanie looks down at her boob-job.
not that it's any of your business, but i've taken a class to improve my posture. nick rolls his eyes.
really now? are you on each others' myspace pages?
so it's to be a torturous snail mail exchange, huh?
c'mon, mom, all boys his age have pictures like that to.
your day will come. i never thought mine would, but it did. was all that stuff about lacey and dad made up?
implants. i wanted them all my life.
nick?
nick, six months ago you were just another brownnosing honor student. what happened?
nick, you've stolen, vandalized, trespassed, and burned down berkeley. all for one girl. if there's a misunderstanding, it's with your insight into females.
nick, boys your age are always looking for the path of least resistance to becoming a man. a boy's whole self-esteem rests on how fast he can get a girl into bed.
sooner or later what those boys realize, is that the girls you're chasing base their self-esteem on how many hoops they can get the boy to jump through before going to bed with him. nick furrows his brow. clearly that had not occurred to him.
so i guess what you should ask yourself is: how far are you willing to go?
you can stay here a couple days, but eventually they'll come looking for you. i don't have much money to give you, but here. nick takes the wad of cash, clearly moved.
i love you too, you little brat.