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“Scuse me,” a man tapped the shoulder of Maria Denver’s shoulder in attempt to try and catch her attention, “Do you know where is the stage?” Maria turned around in surprise. “Sure, it’s up there,” she pointed to the front of the nightclub, where people were crowded.
“Thank you, Miss,” he staggered drunkenly away from her, and nearly tripped.
“Are you alright?” Maria asked concerned, helping him get up again.
“Yes I’m good,” he assured her. He looked at the glass of Coke in Maria’s hand and announced “I want one.”
“That’s mine,” Maria protested. He reached for it anyway and snatched it off her.
“When I’m King, I’ll send my knights to eat you,” he threatened, unconvincingly.
He held the glass to his lips, and took a swig. Unfortunately, he missed and the Coke trickled down, staining his white shirt. “Oh no,” he muttered, “Izzy’s gonna kill me for dish one.” He dropped the empty glass on the table, and Maria had to prevent it from rolling onto the ground. He giggled and reached out to Maria’s hair. He patted the chin
length honey locks and commented, “Your hair looks like a sun,” he paused thoughtfully, “Do you think I look pretty with long hair?”
Maria stared in alarm. Maybe she should give him some assistance and help him home, in case he hurt himself. He giggled again and asked shyly, “What’s your name?”
“Maria Denver,” she answered.
“You look nice,” he drawled, “Isabella looks like a cow. She likes me but I don’t like her.” He looked around frantically. “I gotta go find the stage and sing her my song,” he told her, grabbing her arm, and pulling her towards the exit.
Maria protested at first, but eventually let him lead her. They both stepped outside into the cold night air. He frowned. “This isn’t the stage,” he thought hard,“I think no one loves us here. Ria, do you think I a sing good?” “It’s Mah-ria,” she corrected him, saying the missing syllable loudly. “Mah-ria,” he copied,“ My name….” he trailed off. “Are we at the Palace yet?”
Palace? Maria thought to herself, He must be more drunk than I thought. There aren’t any palaces here. She opened her mouth to answer, but he cut her off. “Mah-ria,” he looked at her intently, "Will you marry me?“
But before Maria could reply, he had thrown up all over the pathway. "Oh no, Granny’s gonna kill me I think,” he muttered despairingly. He whipped out his wallet and shoved a picture under her nose. “This is my Gran,” he pointed to a picture of a lady wearing a blue hat. As Maria took the wallet to have a closer look, his student I.D fell out. Maria picked it up and read it aloud.
“William Wales, June 21, 1982. Studying at St. Andrew’s College,” she matched the face on the card to the one staring at her, “Oh no!” she moaned.
i hope y’all teens and early 20′s peoples treasure Booksmart b/c I genuinely wish i grew up w/ that kind of ‘teen’ movie. it was hilarious w/o being too raunchy and relatively did pretty good w/ inclusivity and diversity. i also loved the focus on two young women and their platonic friendship.
#booksmart#molly#amy#teen movies#platonic friendships #i enjoyed it way more than i thought i would #the last few teen movies i've watched #have been pretty damn good #people actually acknowledging the struggles of teens #in today's world #y'all got a lot going on...