VIVIAN: Hi. It's me.
Remember me?
That is so lame.
Hey, Viv. I was thinking...
Everything is all mixed up.
Maybe we should
Take a...
ASTER: break or...
No. Delete that.
How about we...
Go somewhere. Together.
Sneak away.
I'm going crazy.
What should we do?
Think. Think.
This is just...
Hell.
Hey, so listen up.
So this morning you'll each be shadowing a reporter.
And in the afternoon you'll get to observe
the inner workings of the City Desk.
Why do you all look like you had a fight with your boyfriend?
Come on, people!
This is the paper of record. Show them the love.
And be back on the bus by four.
Who are you following?
I've got the features editor.
Arts & Leisure.
Cool.
Except I don't wanna be writing for it,
I wanna be in it.
I think my editor is getting ticked off
because I'm more interested in the architecture of the building
than I am into her.
But the Style section? Really?
I'd be jaded in a minute if I had her job.
Well, my guy's got a Pulitzer.
For writing about the treatment of women in Afghanistan.
Which is totally intimidating.
I mean, he's the real thing.
You could do that. You'd be good at that.
I don't know if I really wanna be a journalist
or if I just like the sound of it.
I can see you. With your notepad and all.
So... You and Jonathan?
Yeah.
Are you guys just... not talking?
I'm not sure about us anymore.
Really?
I don't know if it's what I want.
Hey, we better get back.
I'm sorta thinking of not going back.
This is The New York Times, aren't you, like,
in love with The New York Times?
Something I have to do.
That's mysterious.
Um... do you think you could cover for me?
What should I say?
Say I'm out doing research. For a story.
Just don't miss the bus. I cave under torture.
I won't miss the bus.
So where are you going, anyway?
I don't even know.
I was really getting into the Impressionists.
There's a way cooler show in Chelsea.
There's always a cooler show in Chelsea.
I'm not sharing my feelings about Matisse with a class of dorks.
Was that girl just looking at me?
Like she wants to have your babies.
Girls are always looking at you like that,
you just don't normally look back.
Well, I'm looking now.
Don't do something stupid!
How about something smart?
Like take care of myself?
Forget art. Let's look at girls.
And boys!
BRECK: He's not my type.
He's so pretty! I'd sleep with him.
Yeah, because he looks like a girl we both know.
If you weren't with Vivian,
Which I don't if I still am.
Who'd be your fantasy?
Are you bailing, too?
I'm not gonna be in the city and miss a chance
to audition for an open call at the Public.
That is not happening.
Well... good luck! Or, um, break a leg? Or whatever.
Merde! That's what they say.
Did you stow away on the bus?
The train.
I got permission from Mr. D
to tag along with your class so I can learn something
about comic strips.
The Times doesn't run strips.
No doubt.
Real reason?
Oh, um. Keep walking.
I totally blew it with Elisabeth, and I wanna make it right.
Oh. Wow. She just... she just left.
An audition or something at the Public.
Later.
Hey, mister, you know where you're going?
Not a clue.
Take the downtown R to 8th street. Call me if you get lost. Or trapped.
Thanks. You OK?
Just trying to make it right.
Call me.
Just don't try to tell me I was good, I wasn't.
I bombed. I sucked up all the air in the theater.
I totally blow.
Hey...
And I don't know what you're doing here,
but don't try to be my hero.
Can you just let me be your friend?
I'm here.
Meet me, please?
You know where.
I miss this.
Do you remember the book you were reading?
The book I was pretending to be reading,
when I was looking at you?
What are we gonna do?
I flirted with someone.
Say something.
Did you kiss her?
No!
I think I just died for a minute.
Breck asked who I'd be attracted to,
if you and I weren't together.
And everything I said described you.
You still came on to someone else.
She was... a distraction.
You're real.
You are the realest thing I have in my life.
Maybe this is all a test.
Maybe we should go out with other people.
To find out if we're strong enough to last.
I don't want anyone else.
Maybe you want something else.
What does that even mean?
Maybe you want to not be in a relationship at all.
I'm not being fair to you.
None of this is fair to you.
I love your voice.
Did I ever tell you that?
What are you doing?
I don't know.
We're not breaking up.
So just stop saying things like it's the last time, OK?
OK.
We never had a chance to talk about how
we were gonna do this.
But we can do this.
You just so completely own me.
You make me crazy.
I hope so.
You never even told me why you're here.
Not like you to skip school.
Class trip. New York Times.
Not like you to skip that!
Only one reason.
When do you have to get back?
I have to be back at the building at four.
Shit.
This is too hard.
I hate this... thing that happens every time.
Let's go somewhere.
Wherever you say.
Wherever I say?
This weekend? Pick a place, I'll be there.
Let's go right now.
Come on. I know a place. Let me take you.
Are you ever gonna even look at me?
This is where you're taking me?
You have to get on the bus.
It's who you are and I love who you are.
So go.
Sorry. I'll make it up to you.
I'm just glad you made it back.
Shit.
[music]