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There's too much choice and not enough time. You're mine, I'm mine.

Aiming for your head, get down.

You're the only one.

I don't know what it is, but lately things are different between Eric and

Fine if we're surfing or doing the things he likes, but if I want to do

something just the two of us, he's always got some excuse.

All right, everyone got everything for the game?

All clear.

Shirts. We're good. Where do you think?

Order them for the big match.

Like Saturday night is footy night, and footy night you spend with your mate.

How good do I look?

I won't ask Queenie to like to watch TV.

She doesn't get it. How can she not get it? Hey, is that dirty?

Yeah. Do you want to give me my shirt?

Sure. Actually, no, no, no, hang on.

I might as well give you these as well.

We used to do all these great stuff together.

Ferry rides, picnics, probably walked on the beach.

Now, I wash his dirty socks.

But not anymore.

And it's my hamstring stretch.

Are we all aware of the surf club ball this weekend?

You coming, Timmy?

Black tie's not really my scene.

But a magazine called, and it's clearly theirs. They want to do a fashion spread

with you guys.

That's so cool.

I knew you'd have the idea, Amy.

Told them they could find a much better looking bunch elsewhere, but... You

better not have.

But Solar Blue are keen for the publicity, and the mag said they'd ship

grand for Ward's new surf equipment.

So does that mean we have to wear all that formal gear and... What's wrong

that? Nothing. Do you want to look like a goose?

It's just dressing up.

Something special?

Or do you have a problem with me being special?

Are we finished?

Amy, slow down!

Amy, please!

Have I done something wrong?

No. It's a shocker, isn't it?

Where are we going, you and me?

What now?

Us. Our relationship.

Do we have to go anywhere?

Yeah.

Hopefully. Otherwise, what's the point? Baby, we're still at school. It's not

like we're about to get married.

It's not about getting married. Oh, thank goodness for that.

What's the problem? We have fun together, don't we? Have fun? Well, I

know. Go out with her.

Um, Ames, I'm confused.

Forget I even said anything.

Like you said, we're still at school. This is just a casual thing, right?

Yeah, I guess.

Great. That's sorted.

Casual. No big deal.

You know, you should really take out some other girls. Have some fun.

I certainly intend to.

Boy, I mean... No, I don't think... Better run, okay?

Dear Fly, I feel weird writing this, but I'll feel weirder if I don't tell you.

Okay, Amy, this looks personal.

Whatever you do, do not keep reading.

After all, you are my best friend.

I've met someone.

A girl.

Her name is Annabelle.

Heath, you've got to be kidding.

What are you doing?

Nothing, nothing.

My bag, it bumped into the computer and...

This came up.

You read my email?

No, no.

Yeah, just... You and Heath seem to have this perfect

relationship.

Like I said, we didn't write a rule book for each other.

He obviously thought it was over, which it clearly is.

Flay, I'm so sorry. It's fine.

I get to hear all about his new girlfriend, which is great.

Are you okay?

Please, don't read my stuff ever again.

This was all yours.

Thanks.

So have you and Eric split up?

Not really. We're making it more casual, so we're allowed to see other people.

Well, if you ask me, I think it's Eric's loss.

Anyway, you have better things to think about, like the fashion shoot tomorrow.

Yeah. You're right.

Hey, Clay.

What are you going to the dance tomorrow night?

Oh, I'm not going.

What? Clay, you have to come. Can you guys be on time for training this hour?

We've got a lot to get through.

Okay, I'm going to time you.

Three sprints up the beach and back.

We'd rather not.

Sorry?

Can we talk?

I'm running a training session here.

We want to help you.

Well, there's no need.

On your mark, we know about he.

Great.

Did you show them the email too?

No.

It's just, we think he should come tomorrow night.

It'll be a good way of forgetting about him.

And it'll be no fun without you.

Is anyone interested in training?

We actually have other plans.

Jordan Powell.

Perfect date for a date.

Morning. Good gun.

Available.

And completely up himself.

Okay, next.

Edward Parmesano. School captain, debater. He played Hamlet in the school

Looked great in tight.

Essential for any formal partner.

Maybe.

Hey, Ed!

Hey, Rach, how you doing? Great! You know Fly? Yeah, hey.

Flies into debating, too.

That's excellent. You can help me prepare my speech. I'm third speaker for

affirmative.

Great. Good position.

Yeah, we're actually arguing that we should change our national flag.

Oh. Well, it's about symbols, really, and, you know, how they're so important

everyday life.

It's a bit abstract, but I think it's still relevant.

Don't you?

Sorry, could you say that again?

Which bit?

All of it.

I thought he was nice. He talked for 15 minutes without taking a breath.

Well, at least he'll be in an awkward silence then.

Guys, I appreciate this, but I'd really rather stay home.

Come on, Cinderella.

There must be one boy you fancy.

Is one baby fancy?

There is.

It's no one. What's his name?

I don't even know.

Come on.

I've seen him around.

And?

He works at the cafe.

Anyone else feeling hungry? No.

This is a really bad idea.

Coming over.

I'm going home. No, you're not.

Hi. What can I get you?

Um, three chocolate milkshakes, please.

What about you, Fly?

Hi.

Yeah, hi.

You know Fly, right?

Uh, yeah, um...

Sort of. You know, that's such a coincidence, because we were just

this thing on Friday night.

Weren't we, Fly? Yep.

Fly, did you want to ask Luke anything?

Um... What is it?

Can I have some tips?

Sure. And tomorrow night, remember, Fly?

Yeah, there's this ball thing, which you could come to if you wanted, but

there's no pressure.

I'm easy either way.

Love to.

Oh, okay.

Um, can I have some salt with the chips, please?

Rock and roll girls are the only people I want to be with.

Rock and roll boys and rock and roll girls are the only people I can agree

I want to hang with Nick and Pete and play my guitar with my teeth.

With my friends and want to kick out the jams and do the dance out of fountain

lands.

Rock and roll boys and rock and roll girls are the only people I want to be

with.

I'm going to kick out the jam and do the dance.

Do I have to wear these shoes?

Yes. But I can't walk in them. Just sit down.

The whole night.

How's it going?

We're not ready yet.

Okay, you look pretty good to me.

Can we have a word?

But what is it?

Um, don't worry about it. Maybe another time.

You didn't give them to her.

What happened?

I don't know.

What is it with girls? Whenever you want to go and have a private word, there's

only three of their friends there talking as well. Give me some of that.

careful. That's really strong. You only need, like, a little bit.

Oh, that's nothing.

Oh.

Something smells.

Someone got too much aftershave on.

Yeah, me.

Not you.

Hi, I'm Chris, your photographer.

Hi.

Hi.

Is it normal I want to punch this guy?

Entirely normal.

But not like yours though.

Great guys, really nice.

Any other couples want their photo together?

No.

All right, mate.

You want a hand?

I hope they let you in with those.

It's not my fault they didn't have any spare shoes.

Who invited him?

It's all part of the gig. He can take photos. It's all night.

Great.

You look fantastic, by the way.

Thank you.

So, um, one question.

Who was that guy in the photo?

The other day at the beach.

Just a friend.

Yeah, um, he looked like a good friend.

Can you excuse me?

Can you believe that guy tried to help me out of the pool?

Wasn't he being helpful?

What, so you're on his side?

I didn't know there were sides.

I'm going home. No, mate, you're not going home. Going home would be the

of you. And you are not a loser.

I'm going home. Bye.

Anyone's supposed to walk in these things.

Fly, is that you in there?

No.

There's a very handsome boy outside looking for you.

Really?

Yeah.

You seem to be more interested in hanging out in a toilet cubicle.

Don't you think that's a little bit weird?

Do you want to dance?

Yeah, yeah, I would love to, except, um, can I suggest something?

Fix the shoes.

So, what made you get into photography?

I don't know. I've always loved it.

I think it's the way one photograph can tell a whole story.

I mean, like Flying Luke.

Yeah? What's his story?

It's about a guy who likes a girl.

What happens next?

I guess we'll have to wait and see.

You're a loser, Eric.

Don't deny it.

Okay, Mr. Photographer.

You've been taking snaps of us all night.

What about you?

Haven't heard your story.

What do you want to know?

I don't know.

Birthing the pups into your head.

Okay.

Hello there.

There's a girl sitting opposite me who is gorgeous and funny

and nice and I'd really like to take her out, but...

I'm scared if I ask her, she'll say no.

Please let me in. I was here before.

I was with a group. They must be here somewhere.

The inbox. I have an inbox. Hold this.

It must have fallen out of my pocket when I was at home.

I had to have a shower.

Because I had too much aftershave on and it smelt really bad and it wouldn't

come off even though I fell in the pool. Which, as I was saying, is the reason I

had the appropriate footwear.

There was a girl in there and I really, really like her.

Did you have a good night?

Yeah.

Did the photographer guy see him tonight?

He asked me out tomorrow night.

What did you say?

Flying Heath broke up.

That's what you said?

No.

Did you know Heath dropped Fly?

It's not surprising, I guess. They barely see each other.

Oh, maybe he didn't think she was special enough anymore.

Night,

Eric.

Get dressed your favorite dress is washed and irons and hanging on the door

Go

downstairs and look in the living room

Please take me to the kitchen.

Fancy a picnic?

Aren't you a little overdressed for a picnic?

Well, it's a special occasion.

Eric... Wait.

Just... Please sit down.

These... past few weeks, I've been a pig.

Soccer with some mates, throwing dirty socks at you, basically taking you

completely for granted.

Yep.

Yep.

What I'm trying to say is, if you want to take what's -his -name out tonight,

that is up to you.

But I like you a lot.

A lot. A lot. And I don't want to see other people, so... Eric.

What?

I told Chris I couldn't go out with him.

Why?

Last night when you left, I saw you help that girl.

One whose drinks spilled all over her.

So, what are you saying? You like my cleaning skills?

No, you big goose.

I like your kindness.

Why help someone without giving it a second thought?

You think that's special?

Special enough to give you a second chance.

Wait a second. You let me think that Chris dude was in with a chance.

Well, it's worth letting you sweat a bit.

So, where are we going on this picnic?

I don't know. It's such a beautiful day. I thought maybe we could catch a ferry

somewhere.

There's too much choice and not enough time.

It's too far. One more.

Aiming for your head. Get down.

You're the only one.