- I am Olivia Welch, I am 5'6" and I am from Los Angeles.
- Hey, I'm Kiana Madeira, I'm 5'4" and I'm based in Toronto.
(beep)
Stay away from me. I'm serious, Sam.
(Sam sighs)
- Can we just talk for a second?
- I'm done talking to you. Here.
- A mix tape?
- Come on, Dina.
(beep)
(suspenseful music)
- Sam.
(suspenseful music)
- I didn't think you were coming.
I thought you quit band.
- Yeah, I did. Here.
- What?
(slow sad music)
Is this my stuff?
- Ding, ding, ding.
(beep)
Fine. What do you wanna say?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
See ya around.
- I didn't ask for this.
I didn't want us to get caught.
- Yeah, well we did and then you left.
- Do you think I wanted to move in with my dad?
And his shitty wife and shitty step kids?
- I don't care about your perfect new life in Sunnyvale.
This isn't about that.
- If that's the case, then why don't we be
a little bit more careful with our revisionist history?
- Are you kidding me right now?
- Stay the fuck away from me?
That's the last thing you said to me.
- Yeah. Yeah, after you dumped me.
- No.
After I told you that the next few months
were gonna be hard.
And that I just needed you while I figured out
who the fuck I was in Sunnyvale.
I didn't bail! You pushed me away.
And now you regret it and you can't own up to that,
so you're making me mix tapes.
- So give it back then.
(Sam sighs) - No, I want it.
- Well who's the guy?
- Don't do that. - The dude, groping you.
- [Sam] Please stop.
- Just don't humiliate me by making me ask again.
- Peter. His name is Peter.
(beep)
You broke up with me, remember?
So stop acting like I'm the bad guy.
- Yeah, well I'm not the one who moved to Sunnyvale, okay?
You made the choice. I just made it official.
- My parents got divorced. I didn't have a choice.
- Oh, come on, you just couldn't wait
to start your new fake life with your fake ass mom.
- I am half an hour away.
- It might as well be the goddamn moon and you know it.
- I don't know anything.
- Yeah, well I do.
I know you're always too afraid to tell anyone about us.
(crickets chirping)
I know that.
And I know that douchebag out there was squeezing your ass.
(tense music)
- You broke up with me.
- What's his name?
- You broke up with me!
- What's his name, Sam?
The dude! - Stop!
- Groping you! - Stop!
- [Dina] Touching you!
- Peter! His name is Peter!
(beep)
- Well are you, are you like together?
(Sam sighs)
Wow. Wow, and I'm the one who can't own up to shit?
- No. Okay, we.
He wants to be.
You don't understand.
- No, no I do.
Not much of a future in shady side with a lesbo, right?
Best case is what?
Dead on the mall floor after a double shift,
or maybe if you're really lucky,
you're the one carrying the knife.
(beep)
You know there's not much of a future in shady side
with the lesbo. Best case is what?
Dead on the mall floor after a double shift?
Or maybe, maybe if you're really lucky,
you're the one carrying the knife.
(beep)
- Do you see what you're doing?
- What?
- I know you're angry. And you're hurt.
But, behind all of that, I know,
you're still in there and I'm here.
- Don't. Don't fucking touch me.
- I'm sorry.
I never wanted to hurt you.