500 Days Of Summer Movie Script Novels & Stories

How could she make such mistake. She nodded negatively trying to snap sleep out of her eyes. “I just need cash… anything can happen, I can’t afford to be broke.” She said. “you spend unnecessarily.” Her mum said opening her purse. She took out some 50 dollar notes and gave her. “bye.” * Emma came out of the wardrobe the moment her mum was gone. She went and locked the door. “so What’s your date plan for this cutey guy? What restaurant? What food...”

She hadn't even considered her until her stubborn side brought it up. "You remember me today." Summer said sadly into the phone. "Stop pretending to be hurt." Lisa said. "We still talked two days ago." "Two days ago?" Do you have any idea how many people died in that forty-eight hour period? "What if something terrible had happened to me?" "What if something terrible had happened to me too? You should have phoned me or chatted me up when you didn't see my call." "Whatever." Summer grumbled. Lisa burst out laughing. "How are you?"

I assure him. We fell into a comfortable silence afterwards. I look outside. A little more while, a droplet falls down the window. “Oh,” I let out a sound. Another falls, and another, then followed by another. The rain fell heavily and my heart felt so heavy but relieved at the same time. ‘Summer must’ve reached its early ending by the end of the month.’ I smile at the thought. The car takes a turn to the parking lot of a food chain. I look at Dan, “may payong ka bang dala?” I ask him and he stares back at me. “Wala” he plainly replies to me while we both stare at each other in disbelief before laughing.

He must have heard me. I quickly put my mouth my hands over my mouth. Hoping the Edison's didn't hear me. Mr Edison clicked a button on the remote in his hands and the movie started. The cinema staff served us drinks and popcorn while we watched the movie quietly. The movie was really interesting with so many poetic lines and an amazing plot. It was exactly the kind of movie I liked. "A heart attack is nothing compared to the pain of love unmet" "What worth is my life if not mirrored in your gaze? What purpose has my heart if it no longer echoes your name? I long for love that is not mine. I long for something I can never get" "My heart is yours keep it safe, hold onto it until we meet again

Once, when I stumbled over a loose stone, his hand came out automatically, steadying my elbow for a brief second before dropping away. Neither of us mentioned it. Near the freshman dorm turn-off, I stopped. “This was a good day,” I said quietly. “Thank you for lunch. And for… everything.” He looked at me then, really looked. The cold mask was still there, but thinner. “It’s only been one day.” “Day one of thirty,” I replied without thinking. Then I froze. Had he said thirty? Or had I overheard something? No—he hadn’t mentioned the number. But the way his expression flickered, just for an instant, made my stomach dip.

“But back then... I didn’t know if I could deserve you.” My heart clenched. “You don’t get to decide that for me, Justin.” He stopped walking. We were in front of a small café with fairy lights and gentle jazz music spilling into the sidewalk. “I know,” he whispered. We sat. Ordered coffee. And then he began to tell me everything. How Summer was conceived during a rough patch in his life—one reckless night with Cassandra after a heated argument with his father. How Cassandra left without saying goodbye. How she resurfaced years later, asking for financial support but not emotional ties.

When I got up in the evening, Summer was home. As I emerged from the room, she stared at me in surprise. "Why are you back so early? Don’t you have overtime?" "I took the day off. I didn't go to work." I stretched and yawned. "Took a day off? Did the sun rise from the west today? You, Serena Hart, took a day off?" Summer looked at me skeptically. I simply nodded in response. Seeing my gloomy expression, Summer gave me a puzzled look. "Where were you last night?"

Waiting. I nodded, barely. Then he touched me—thumb under my jaw, tilting my face up with the lightest pressure. His thumb brushed over my lower lip once. Soft. Careful. Like he was memorizing the shape of it. Like he was afraid it might disappear if he pressed too hard. “Sixty-four days left,” he said, but it sounded like a question. “Do you want there to be sixty-four days left?” I asked. The bravest thing I’d said all day. Louder than anything I threw at Serena. My voice didn’t even shake, which somehow made it worse.

He saw the frown on my face as I worked out of Summer's room. I couldn't help it, you know! It's just a few weeks or days and I'm anxiously waiting to see if she's going to be pregnant or not. I had that to worry about and now? She's planning on leaving for that sick pack when she's my mate? She's just so shameless and foolish to still love that scumbag! “I'm not worked up,” I replied coldly. “Haha!” Zero laughed, “It's written all over you. She gets you overly worked up and frowning.”

“Honey, wait! Where’s my good morning kiss?” The two of them flirted for a while. They sounded like a couple on their honeymoon. “I’m heading to the office. Take care of the baby at home.” As the car disappeared down the road, I took a deep breath. Just then, my phone buzzed. [Honey, save some room for dessert tonight. I’m bringing you your favorite strawberry shortcake.] [Okay.] I replied flatly and got up to wash up. When I opened the door, I heard Summer swearing in the kitchen, “Stupid deaf idiot, why didn’t you just die in that car accident?