my so-called life was a damn good show

Nov 04, 2002 20:23

Angela(voiceover): What's amazing is when you can feel your life going somewhere. Like your life just figured out how to get good. Like, that second.
(Jordan takes ID out of glove compartment and gives it to Angela.)
Angela: Wow, it looks real. Why does... (He kisses her, she pushes him away) Hey. I'm s- I'm sorry, I just...
Jordan: No...
Angela: I just... I was talking.
Jordan: No... Whatever.
Angela: So how come... (He kisses her again, she shoves him hard.) Quit it! I mean, you have to work up to that. I don't open that wide at the dentist.
Jordan: How old are you?
Angela: I don't believe this. What is your point? Fifteen.
Jordan: You act younger.
Angela: First of all, you don't know me well enough to say how old I seem, and second...
Jordan: You talk a lot.
Angela: I've said, like eight sentences to you in my entire life.
Jordan: This whole day has been one long thing that makes no sense.
Angela(voiceover): We both stopped talking. Part of his sleeve was touching my arm. I don't know if he knew. Then everything started to seem perfect, for some reason. The feel of his shirt against my elbow. The fact that I still had an elbow. It was the perfect moment for him to kiss me... For him to anything me.
(Jordan leans close to her... Reaches over... And opens the passenger door.)
Jordan: Well, I gotta go, so....later.
Angela(voiceover): I could have killed him.
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