All I Want Is Everything (18 page)

Stuck in a house with nothing to do except read and
daydream, Jenny felt a Rapunzel, but with shorter hair and bigger breasts. She kept the white
satin thong from the bottom drawer of underwear until the next time we saw Nate. The New Year's
Eve, was not far away and maybe she had not expected so much. Basically she hoped that he
was very miss her, which returned to Maine and if esgueirasse in her room in the middle of the
night by a fire ladder. Imagine that it would again kept busy for hours.

Poor Nate, arrested in Maine full of snow and cold.
Yesterday was Christmas, and he probably spent all day watching old movies with parents, from time to
time looking at the snow and wondering when it would hear her voice again. Jenny is not
mattered not to talk to him on the phone - this forced separation was only letting his love
much stronger - but still had to do something to show that Nate loved and believed in him
but as ever. And that is why she decided to send a package of memories for him.

First she found an old box of Nike shoes, she took the sheet
of tin. Then put a copy in booklet of Romeo and Juliet, from Shakespeare, in the box.
The suffering of the tragic lovers in the play was very similar to them: they were
deeply in love and were forbidden to see, and yet won the love at the end. It is clear that she
and Nate would not die, as Romeo and Juliet. They casariam, would have a large family and
grandchildren to tell stories about how they met in the park on a sunny day of autumn when the
forces of the universe were perfectly aligned.

Then Jenny added a package of two tin of blueberry Pop-Tarts
to the box. They were his favorite food, but rarely ate, because I had too much
calories and no nutritional value. But she liked the idea of eating something that Nate loved her
and miss her.

Jenny then put a picture of her that Dan had taken the
previous summer. She wore a sleeveless yellow dress and was standing on the edge of a
pool of a hotel in Hershey,

Pennsylvania, where the Rufus had taken to spend a weekend.
Jenny liked were brilliant with their hair in the photo, and how the arms bronzeados cover
the sides of the breasts in a way that could not be said that were so large.

Then she put the program to break the nuts he had saved.
Jenny wanted Nate knew that,

starting with The Break walnuts, that day was the most
wonderful of her life, the day that they said they loved it.

Finally she cut a fuse of thick hair, tied with a red ribbon
and placed inside the box.

Seemed a little strange with all the other things, as a
memento of a dead or something, but she wanted Nate felt that she was well next to it and this
seemed the best way.

With the increase of the fuse of hair, a box of memories
seemed complete. Then she closed the box and held the lid with adhesive tape. After the
embrulhou with pages of magazines for teenagers who were spread throughout the room, careful not
to include any page with ads for absorbent constraining intimate, contraceptive pills or
drugs for mycoses. Finally she pasted a Post-it yellow and carefully wrote the address of
Nate in Maine, which she had placed on the agenda with the addresses of all other houses
of his family in Montauk, Nice,

Barbados and St. Anton, just to ensure.

After pasting the box twenty stamps which had surrupiado the
desk of her father, Jenny took the package to the kitchen and opened the back door to leave
it to the postman. It was great live in a building as the old her. There was no mailbox on
the ground floor, so the postman used the service elevator and the mail delivered directly to
the back door. She placed the box on the floor, beneath the small shelf where the postman
raised the match, and made a frown at her, asking whether it should perhaps open it again
and include the thong so that the box was a little more sexy. Thinking better, it seemed
half of piranha. Furthermore,

Nate had given him the thong of Christmas. If sent back,
Nate could not believe that she had liked.

Dan appeared in the kitchen and saw Jenny standing in the
back door.

- What are you doing? - He asked, suspicious. His father had
asked to Dan to keep an eye on Jenny and he was taking the task seriously.

Jenny closed the door.

- Just seeing if you have mail. - She turned and looked at
Dan semicerrados eyes. The hair of him was blurry and he wore the same white shirt stained
coffee two days ago. - You're horrible.

Dan put instant coffee in the cup and opened the tap of hot
water until it is hot enough to dissolve the crystals. He filled the cup and drank a sip.

- I am working on a poem - he said, as if that explained
everything.

Jenny opened the refrigerator, would get a can of yogurt
DANNON of coffee, and then withdrew his hand and closed the door of the refrigerator with a
thud. The last thing I wanted was to see Nate before fat again.

Dan blew the cup, watching it.

- You know that Vanessa was right? - Said he impassive. -
Who filmed both in the park?

Jenny turned, pulling down the bra where he had risen
between the breasts. She never came back to the site since Dan saw on the computer, and never
went through her head trying to deduce who had done that. Vanessa The idea of putting the
film on the site seemed absolutely ridiculous.

- How do you know? - Jenny asked.

Dan has to shoulder.

- See the movie. It has to be the Vanessa.

Jenny crossed his arms.

- I'd rather not see. In any event, so it was she? - Jenny
worked with Vanessa in rancor,

the journal of the arts students of Constance Billard, and
they have always been good. If Vanessa had shot Nate and Jenny in the park, probably had a
perfectly good explanation for the cause of this and have done a perfectly good explanation
for how the movie ended up on Web - Just thought you wanted to know, just that. - Said Dan and
returned to his room. I store and rearrange the list of words he had written to the Office
for blocking writer, and now trying to mount them in some order to the poem
“Putas”.

Piranha, slave, scraped, black, income, ice, cold, rain,
crying, handkerchief, sleep,

coffee, stain, guilt ...

It would be very mad poem, of course, but was not about
being angry. It was about discovering that the person you love is not who you thought
they were. Jenny was not the sweet and innocent sister that he thought, and Vanessa was a
voyeur who wore panties of a bitch and take advantage of the moments of intimacy of
people to draw attention.

He began to use words from the list, adding the occasional
verb or adjective to embellish the text.

Clean the sleep from my eyes with a handkerchief and serve
another cup.

I see that you tried to tell me all the time,

Shaving the head and showing me (very delicately)

With satin and income:

You are a slut.

Dan liked the righteousness of what he had written and his energy.
He continued writing,

reinvigorated by the sense of filling a sheet of paper
again. After I finish, I would send by e-mail to Vanessa. Writing the poem was the only way he
knew to deal with what I had, and send it to Vanessa was the only way he knew to say to her.

V is a way to apologize  

Ruby stuck his head in the room of Vanessa. Emborrachada was
wearing a black jacket, jeans and black shoes with pointed needle jump. He had cut his
hair and shave with the blade he was supercurto.

- Some mail? - Ruby asked.

Vanessa shook her head. His parents were traveling through
Europe, a tour of some of art fair, and had not warrant or a postcard.

- Phone calls? Scraps?

Vanessa shook his head again.

- Any chance of you come with me? Ruby-proposed. - You
should be on vacation, you know.

Vanessa has the shoulders of new and closed his jacket hood
up to the chin. Was still angry with her sister by borrowing the camera without asking her,
and still did not want to do anything except talk to Dan She did not speak with Dan since
he got out of his house on Friday - the longer it has been without talking since that
became friends years before. She wanted to explain everything to him, the entire disaster on
the link in the Web was just a terrible accident and Vanessa just bought the Victoria's
Secret lingerie because he thought that would help to relax and have fun. I tell you they were
friends long enough to get angry with each other and that jetio to apologize a million
different ways. But she hoped that in the background to know Dan well enough to imagine that she
would never put a film exploring the site his sister like that. And she hoped the fund that
he understood that there was humiliated when she was standing, almost naked, with a
minimum undergarment, and it is that it should apologize first.

- All right. See you later. I have a food for you - Ruby
said, turning up.

Vanessa went to the computer to check for the hundredth time
if Dan mandara you some e-mail.

This time he had! It was a poem! She pulled a chair and
anxiously clicked twice in the file.

As soon as he opened, she began to read.

Read the poem three times on the screen before you print it
and read again. The words were ugly and angry, and hurt. Dan had not forgiven, it was very
clear.

But Vanessa has always been able to see the beauty in ugly
things, and she read requests for publication in anger sufficient to know that the poem he was
special. It was full of rich metaphors and a passionate language, and although he wanted
to bury their heads covered and in tears, she could not stop admiring the words intelligent.
It was brilliant.

Even if Dan never speak to her, and although the poem treat
it entirely horrible person and he thought she was, she would find that the poem was
published.

Dan never tried to publish anything, but not as he had not
become numb when opening a copy of The New Yorker and saw his poem “Putas” printed
in the magazine. What wonderful way to impress the universities to which he was applying. She could
not fail to do so. Should it to him.

Leaping from the chair, Vanessa vasculhou the room of Ruby
to find a copy of The New Yorker stuck under the door of the closet. Browse the magazine to
find the name of the editor,

returned to the computer and wrote a letter to him, putting
the name of Dan and address it in a sealed envelope for response.

Audrey goes to college  

EXT. Depart. ENGLISH. BUILDING THE CAMPUS OF NEW ENGLAND -
DAY  

A four-storey building with white columns and ivory. A green
lawn in front. The marble staircase.

Audrey, 18, a pretty girl with dark hair of skirt, blouse
and shoes beneath the soles of fashion, classic pedal your bike by Schwinn lawn and park in
a support of one side of the marble stairs. She climbs the stairs and enter the building.

INT. Depart. ENGLISH. BUILDING-SEQUENCE  

A long corridor flanked by small rooms of the department.
All doors are open, and within each of them a teacher is meeting with a student, discussing
the issues most admirable of literature.

A STUDENT I really thought it would be better if the whale could
speak, sir.

A TEACHER But this is not a talking whale. This is a man's search for
meaning.

STUDENT B It has no score. See? Not used comma or point.

TEACHER B That does not make a poem. A poem is ... well, a poem is
poetry.

STUDENT C That on the whale?

TEACHER C Arrais. What do you think?

STUDENT C Well, I really think it would be better if the whale speak.

A fourth teacher goes to the door, look at the corridor on
both sides and then slam the door. Audrey runs through the corridor, looking esfarrapada.
She knocks on the door of the teacher who just close it.

Audrey Professor Weeks! Oh, professor Weeks!

PROF. WEEKS You are late.

Audrey Yes, but I have a perfectly good excuse.

The teacher makes a break, hoping to hear the excuse.

PROF. WEEKS Yes?

Audrey (breathless)

Oh, but I can not tell you! It is something illegal.

PROF. WEEKS (making a frown)

Illegal? I need to call the campus security?

Audrey (swinging the head)

Oh, no. At least, not yet.

She spends her work to him.

Audrey I could not decide on which the writing of Shakespeare, so I
wrote about them all. I hope you do not mind.

The teacher puts the reading glasses and begins to read the
work. He sits at the table,

completely oblivious to what you're reading. While he
continues to read, Audrey casually it leaves the room and closes the door. She walks the aisle and
out the door of the building,

get a bike and pedal the lawn.

EXT. QUADRA OF FACULTY - SEQUENCE  

Triangulated by a huge lawn of tijolinhos buildings.

Audrey pedal by lawn, watching the fall foliage rather than
look at where you are going. She hits a boy with a sweater that USA's rowing team that is the
way to the training. The boy falls to the ground.

He is Colin Davis Oh!

Audrey down the bike and if agacha next to it.

Audrey Sorry. Is everything okay?

COLIN I think I broke my leg.

He tries to move it again.

COLIN Oh!

Audrey Do not move. I'll call an ambulance.

She scouts looking for the bag phone. A weapon drops the
floor. COLIN looks at the gun.

Audrey takes a gun and stick in the bag again. She opens the
phone and dials the number of emergency.