Scout pops from behind a tree and stops to stare at her for a few seconds. He doesn't even bother to close his mouth. He walks over and stands next to her. She pushes her hips up towards his face as he looks down at her waiting, dripping body. He sits down in his Capri pants and clears his throat. He says that Grace told her that she'd be there. Bella looks off, squints, blinks and says that she just needed to float around in the lake for a while. "Kinda make the world disappear," she smiles. Nodding and blinking. "I know how that feels." Nodding and blinking. Lip biting. Wasting my time. Scout gives Bella back the return address of her mother that he stole from her trash. There. Take that sentence, add nineteen stammers, an insane amount of squinting and blinking, a slow caressing of Bella's torso and some head-bobbing, and you have the last two minutes of this scene. Tedious! Everything is just so tedious! Bella asks why Scout would take something from her trash. "Because I'm selfish and I was gonna look up your mother." Your mother. That sentence makes me laugh for five minutes. He's already done with trying to look up Bella, and now he's gonna look up her mother. Hey, at least he knows she puts out. Maybe he and his dad can compare notes. Then he can be Bella's fourth dad and ground her until she sleeps with him. He could sell "Look up your mother" to Verve so he has a better Mother joke for the next time he's confronting Ryder. Scout says he still wants to look up her mother (hee!) but isn't going to as long as she doesn't want to. "Keep that," he orders her. Five blinks and two head-bobs. "It's your decision, not mine." Thanks, Scout. You're a fucking peach. A full minute of blinking and head-lowering as Scout walks away from Bella. I realize that I probably shouldn't have skipped my junior year acting class when we studied Stanislavski's An Actor Blinks.
Terri walks into the television room wearing a Number Nine jersey and announces she's "leaving Rawley." She says she can't take it anymore either, and he doesn't have to worry about sneaking around anymore. She says it's all over. As Verve blinks, squints and stares she turns back around and says, "Oh. And before I go I'm telling everyone I'm a girl." Verve watches her walk off without saying a word.
Terri packs a bag. Verve stands in the doorway. "You don't have to do that, you know?" Terri continues packing and says, "Why not? You get your reputation. I get to wear skirts." Verve acts like this is all very tedious and drones, "It's my problem." "Yeah? And I'm the cause, so poof, the problem is solved." Ignore the poof joke, kids. Terri says she can't take the pressure and she can't keep doing all of this. Verve says he'd have a harder time living without her. This stops the packing and forces some major staring. "I don't care about my reputation. I don't want to lose you." Terri reminds him that he said it's not worth it. She goes back to packing. Verve shuts the door and says, "Don't listen to me. I'm an idiot." She starts to talk, but he grabs her face and tells her to "drop it." "You're not going anywhere," he orders. He touches her lip. "Well, when you put it that way," she whispers. Oh, man. Can't she be genuinely angry at him? He tried to move in and then told her she wasn't worth all of this and one little lip fondle and she's back to estrogoo? He's cute, sure, but he says some really dumb things. He says that he's staying "at home." He adds that his parents are bound to go away sometime for the fall semester. He gives a wink. Like they can't make out in her bedroom now? They already do. Or is he implying she's going to have to move in with him? They nod and stare for a while, keeping the one-inch distance from each other's lips. Verve stammers an apology about pushing things too quickly. "It's just..." Lip-licking, staring, blinking, head-wiggling, licking, blinking. "I love you." Terri nods and says, "Yeah, I know." Verve swallows. They give each other deep-tongue kisses. Wow. That's a lot of tongue.