Day Five Secret Life of Boys

You have a boyfriend?

It was supposed to be a surprise for when you all got here,

but it looks like that's not happening any more.

Noah, that his name? Who is this kid?

I know him from school, but he isn't the boy I'm having issues with.

Scandalous. Go on.

-No, it's not like that. It's Ethan.

-Ethan?

Oh, we're all having issues with him.

Did Penny really break up with him using a glittery box?

Saw it myself.

He's hurt and I want to help him, but he's not talking to me.

-Well, when you do talk, don't bring up your new boyfriend.

-You think?

He'll go crazy. Give him some time to get over Penny.

-Maybe at graduation.

-All right. Thanks, I'll talk to you later.

Oh, and Matt, one more thing.

Sweet dreams!

SHE LAUGHS

I'm running out of time, but I can't give up.

I'm dropping my plan to annoy everybody

and moving on to a new plan.

Charm.

Oh, cool, is that a new headscarf?

You are working it, girl.

Ginger, we're not coming.

Oh, come on!

What if I just find someone to cover your shifts?

-I mean your job can't be that hard.

-Er!

-Sorry, sorry, not what I meant.

Look, I'd love to spend Christmas and your birthday with you,

-but I simply can't.

-I know.

I'll get over it, probably, eventually, maybe, not really.

This Christmas went from the best one ever to the worst one ever.

-Oh, hon, you're breaking my heart.

-I'm overreacting. It's OK.

I'll talk to you later, Aunt Corey.

How do you turn this thing off?

Dad, I can see you.

Ethan, hi, how are you?

-You're getting a massage and a pedicure, aren't you?

-No.

Yes, yes, I am. Look, I never get to pamper myself, do I?

Relax, Dad, your secret's safe with me.

Us guys need to stick together, because you never know

when Mum might break up with you using a glittery box.

Oh, man, is that how Penny did it?

Oh, listen, Ethan.

You're young, you're going to have good days and bad days.

There'll be make-ups and break-ups and the most important thing is...

Are you trying to have a heart-to-heart with me? Bad Dad.

Busted. Young love, eh? Oh, that's good. Thank you.

Father Christmas walks over to the mince pies and eats them.

Chomp, chomp, chomp.

Then, wheeeee!

Ho, ho, ho! Gotcha.

Why do you want to catch him so bad, anyway?

I want to be one of his elves.

Oh, OK, well, when you build the big version, you can just ask him.

-Big version? But Father Christmas is small.

-What? No, he isn't.

-Then how does he get down all those chimneys?

-Magic.

-Chris, you need to build a bigger trap.

-ARGH!

Ginger's upset because we're missing Ging-mas,

but what she doesn't realise is it's all my fault.

All I did this week was hide behind a bunch of ridiculous instruments.

It wasn't even about them. I was running.

Guess it's time for me to face the music.

No pun intended. Was a good one, though.

-I owe you an apology, Ginger.

-What for?

I know you really wanted to spend your birthday and Christmas with us

-and it's because of me that we can't.

-You?

-I thought Aunt Corey had to work.

-She only said that to protect me.

-The real reason we aren't coming is...

-You can tell me, Robbie.

-I'm terrified of flying. I can't get on the plane.

-What? Seriously?

You're afraid to fly?

Yeah, like, scream at the top of my lungs until we land, afraid to fly.

Wow, OK. Well, it's fine, Robbie. We all have fears.

-I'm afraid of bicycles.

-Your fears didn't ruin everyone's Christmas.

Well, now that you told me the truth, I'm not upset any more.

I don't want you to put yourself through all that just to get here.

So I'll just... I'll see you in summer.

-Are you sure?

-I'm sure.

Bye, Robbie.

I have to get on that plane.