He asks if it's all that there is, just sex, and she says she doesn't know and he says that for him it isn't. Aw. He's starting to fall for her. BritBrit remains remote, to her credit, as he turns into a sixteen-year-old male chorus member drunk at a cast party for the first time, awkwardly confessing his awkward love for the girl who played Julie Jordan and who doesn't actually really know this boy who played Whaler Number Three's name. (Not that that happened to me, of course. I just heard about a situation like that.) They trade "I don't know what you're thinking"s and then K-Fed asks if that's what scares her. Wha? K-FedNow camera-talks that he was hiding behind the camera asking questions and getting a feeling for who BritBrit was. BritBrit turns to the K-Fed cam and says, punctuating her thoughts with a mascara brush, "Love, for me, is a lot of things. Love is respect. Love is commitment. Love is honesty. Love is trust. Love is not just love. Love is all those things combined, and when you're ready to really combine all those things, that's when you deal with love." Poetical! K-FedNow babbles about BritBrit would get close to admitting her feelings but then back off. We now see that K-FedNow is sprawled out all over the couch in his manpris and giant stupid shoes. Make yourself comfortable, Cletus. Damn. K-Fed asks BritBrit again if "that's" what scares her. She says that nothing scares her. K-Fed keeps needling her and she's getting as annoyed as we are. She finally says that her love doesn't scare her. It's other people's love that scares her. I often wonder what other people talk about in their lives, when they're alone. I never really knew it was this fucking stupid, though. "Who said anything about love?" K-Fed asks. BritBrit ignores him. So does the world. And that's it! Yee-haw!
Next week. K-Fed keeps grilling her. Now we learn the worst thing: BritBrit started telling K-Fed that she "loves" him and K-Fed wouldn't say anything. Ooooh, yeah. That relationship isn't doomed at all. BritBrit feels rejected and then they started fighting and she put up a "wall." Not literally, though. She's a terrible mason. K-Fed, high on angel dust and huffers, says, "I think you're afraid to love me. And that makes me scared to love you," his slitty eyes narrower than Rene Zellweger's during a sandstorm. She camera-talks that as much aggression as she has, she could kick any boy's ass. We see her sparring, and indeed, kicking ass. She laughs. We yawn. Bye! Go see War of the Worlds opening June 29th! Vagina!