We are back!
I need you to go and housesit for me.
In Mexico.
(cheering)
We're gonna have a fucking mint time.
I've got a new lass, I'm in love.
Pretty wicked!
It's time to go international and shag the shit
out of them as well.
Gary thinks he can get into me whenever he wants,
but he is sadly mistaken.
Caution-- This might ruin you.
I don't know what it is about James.
I just want to bang him.
I give her 30 minutes
and I'm gonna be balls-deep in worldie fanny.
I know they love each other, but they're isolating theirselves
from the group.
They may as well not fucking be here.
(Sophie) Who was that?
(man) No one.
He's out with girls?
Is this really happening again?
Anna has sent you here to look after the house.
It's only our new boss, Cancun Chris.
I don't want to have to come back to the house
and sort through any fucking mess.
Me and Becca's already pissed in the pool.
(Chris) I want you to leave right now.
They've been told to pack their bags and go.
Unless we just hide.
¶
I am a Geordie girl with a VIP edge.
My biggest fear is getting wrinkles.
I've got a banging body and the banter to match.
I should have a degree in pulling women.
I would never kiss anyone without a six-pack.
The hardest graft I've ever done is doing me hair.
I could talk the back legs off a donkey.
Got the looks, got the charm.
It just works.
I'm fit, I'm flirty and I've got double Fs.
"Geordie Shore!" Why aye, man!
¶
(Holly) It's absolutely fucked.
Char and Rebecca have been kicked out.
What the fuck's going on?
¶
Mexico!
I fucking love pool parties.
Bring it on.
When I got told I was going to spring break,
this is what I had in mind.
Charlotte's not here so I can't wait to mingle in
and work some fucking magic.
¶
Where are you from? Canada.
Canada, man!
Look forward to having a nice day out with the lads,
nice beach, kicking back,
hopefully meet a few little worldies.
Susan-- Nice to meet you.
What's your name? Sarah.
Nice to meet you.
(Sarah) Oh, really?
Seems like James is having a really good, bloody lovely time.
Oh, get on, son, man, fuckin' A man.
Bang her like a fuckin' donkey.
That was the best tongue I ever had in me life.
(Vicky) Gary's a grafter.
James is more of a,
more of a side ear job boy.
Why don't you catch us later at Dady O's?
Nice meeting yous.
I am tracking this bird,
but I don't want to fucking bang her.
But if I fucking wanted to, I could have.
You cut them off.
Aye.
(unintelligible)
(James) Fucking hell, I'm here for five weeks.
I want someone's decent who I've got to graft a little bit for.
(dog barking)
It's the most basic room I've ever been in
in my whole entire life.
The sheets feel moist.
And the ground feels wet.
It's horrible.
Me and Charlotte have been punished.
We're in this hotel.
Well, I wouldn't even call it a hotel.
¶
(both) Aww.
(Charlotte) A monkey.
Oh.
Ah.
This hotel's a little bit like a zoo slash a crack den.
Cancun Chris is having a fucking laugh, like.
¶
Oh my God, Holly.
Like, this island is full of boys.
You only wanna use them for the cock.
Use the cock.
Holly needs to get a grip.
She's surrounded by cock and all she can think about is James.
I literally fucking love spring break.
¶ Sing a song about it
¶
(phone ringing)
Today I feel really, really homesick
and I never, ever feel like that.
The only thing I want to do is ring Joel.
Joel-- I want to come home.
(Joel) Honey, don't cry.
I'm thinking about coming home.
I don't want to.
He's begging us to stay here, which I'm surprised,
'cause if anything, I was thinking he might beg us
to come home so he can see us.
I can't believe we had the argument the other night.
I know, but you knew that was gonna happen.
Do you know what it is?
It's like, my friends are, like,
always making me go out and stuff.
Do you know what I mean?
I'm a really, really paranoid person
and I feel like when I'm on the phone with Joel,
he's not giving us what I want to hear.
You gonna be there for when I get back?
Yes, babe, I'm sure it's going to be fine.
I'm sure.
I don't trust him.
And that's what we're missing out on our relationship.
¶
(Gaz) The party day continues.
It's another opportunity to pull.
¶
Tonight's the night.
Gonna go out, find meself a little worldie,
hopefully get her back and get meself off this storm floor.
(Gaz) I see this fit blonde bird walking over.
Within literally no-point-one millisecond, I'm cracking on.
I see James look over and he's like, "Oh, shit."
Come on, mate-- Be quicker next time.
(James) Straightaway, Gaz is cracking on with a bird.
She's got her mates there, but to be fair,
none of them are all that, like.
There's no love lost between me and Joel.
He's a useless, selfish prick and he treats her like shit.
Sophie deserves far, far more.
Fact of the matter is I tried to tell her that last time
and I got nowhere.
So she's old enough and daft enough to make her own mistakes.
Hi.
(Sophie) Hold the fuck off, man.
We're in Cancun.
Have a good time and stop fucking tashing on.
¶ You're going home with me ¶
¶ Southbound on the 95
(Gaz) I'm unstoppable.
There's just one thing left to do.
It's time for you to get Gazzed.
¶ My girls they live on the shore but tell 'em ¶
¶ We on the penthouse floor come on ¶
¶
James' problem is he says he's going out to have a good time,
but all he's thinking about is pulling
and when you think about that, it's never gonna happen.
Only thing James is left to do is flirt with Holly.
(Holly) There's no doubt he wants a bit of the fairy..
The plan is mission leg over.
It's mission leg over, the comb over, then it's game over.
Me and Holly, it is just flanter.
Flirty banter.
Gary manages to seal the deal yet again.
And James is left home alone, having a wank.
¶
(horn honking)
We've only got two Jeep convertibles.
(shouting)
(Sophie) Spring break!
Whoa.
This is fucking unreal.
We get to cruise around Cancun.
¶
(Holly) We have a day off.
What better way to spend the day than at the beach?
¶
It's a lush beach, man, look at it.
Look at the fucking love birds in the fucking sea, man.
Jesus. Oh God.
Oh no.
Vicky and Ricci are starting to do me head in now.
They're all over each other all the time.
Ricci, what you playing at?
All I ever see is, "Ooh, Vicky, yeah, just love her"
Rocks off.
I definitely had to end the conversation when they
just keep kissing when you're having a conversation.
Like, "How are you two?"
Yep-- Mwah.
I think Vicky and Ricci communicate by kissing,
because that's all they do and they never ever, ever talk.
They must be in fucking love then.
(Sophie) I reckon Ricci's under the thumb.
I reckon-- She wears the trousers.
(Sophie) They separate theyself.
I don't even know why they're here.
You were pissed off last night, weren't you?
There's no one here for me though.
There's not?
There's nae fucking--
I know your type and you keep saying like, there's nobody.
Hello-- I'm here, yeah?
I know you fancy us.
Gaz... Gaz has got no standards, man.
Gaz hasn't got a type.
You dig a hole in the sand, fucking shag that
and be over the moon.
It's gonna bite your fanny.
(Holly) Fucking wish someone would.
¶
I did say this is one of the best places
I've ever seen in me life.
Like, I would literally get married here.
Imagine.
Would you get married here?
No, I want to get married in a castle.
Don't get Vicky started on marriage.
That would be fucking mental.
Is tonight going to be the night, Holly?
Are you going to bang?
Are you going to bang James tonight?
Or are you just gonna bang a random?
Oh, for God's sake, man!
What is it?
It's just the truth.
And you can't hide from the truth.
It might not be love, but I think tonight's the night.
¶
Things are gonna have to change.
This fanny drought is seriously doing me head in.
Round three, I'm good to go.
I've shaved me fairy.
James isn't going to know what hit him.
For fuck's sake.
We've only been here for five minutes
and already Holly's pissed?
Yes?
Maybe.
Holly at the minute is wanting to pull James,
but she's getting too smashed.
Aye, aye.
So I'm like, "Holly, chill out.
You've only had a few drinks.
James hasn't got many options at the minute,
so if you just play your cards right, you will bang him."
¶
(James) Ricci and Vicky.
These two are just like, inseparable.
He's like a little fucking lap dog to Vicky.
Following her around everywhere.
Come on, mate-- Get a grip.
The atmosphere is electric.
The drinks are flowing.
We're full of tequilas.
I'm having an amazing night.
Then I have a massive argument with me boyfriend
'cause he's a fucking tail.
Hey.
If you don't keep walking off-- Fuck off, man.
Stop it. I'll fucking go home.
Baby... baby. I fucking swear it.
Vicky storms out and do you know what's it over?
A spilled fucking drink.
Chill out and have a good night, man.
I don't give a fuck.
Vicky and Ricci don't argument at half measures.
When they argue, it goes off.
It's all my fault.
Just because you're drunk, just because you're drunk
and you're stupid and you shouldn't have done it.
I've spilled a drink on Vicky.
She says, "Say sorry," I'm saying no.
(Vicki) I'm dead sorry. (Ricci) What?
Let's just go home-- Let's just go.
I'm never the type of person who cries over an argument.
I'm more likely to just raise me fucking voice louder
than the person I'm arguing with.
But with Ricci, it upsets us.
You're ridiculous.
I'm so sorry-- I'm so sorry.
I shouldn't have done it either.
It's all my fault.
I'm drunk, I do not need this grief from Vicky.
Stop walking away!
I mean it.
I swear on my mum's life.
I mean it.
He can never just leave it when he's had a drink.
¶
Everything's a blur.
I'm absolutely fucking mortal.
And I can just tell by the look on Holly's face
that she is dying for it tonight.
This is going well.
Shit.
No, you can, you cannae make me carry--
Well, maybe not.
You cannae make me carry the pizza.
¶
Ow, you fucker!
James is always banging on about pulling stunners,
but at the minute, all I can see is James and Holly
flirting and getting a lot closer.
It's getting more intense.
Shut up.
It is. You fucking shut up.
What the fuck is going through his head?
The next step is gonna be banging her.
That's just the way things are going.
The relationship's gettin' stronger and bigger.
If I have another couple in this house,
me head's gonna fucking go insane.
Have a good sleep.
Oh God, that's bad.
I'm fucking going, man!
Goodnight. 'Night.
I might be mortal, but fuck me, that's not attractive.
(crashing)
And that fucking thing get out of my fucking hair.
(shattering)
That's how we'll turn it off.
You first bang in Cancun cannot be Holly.
That is--
It won't be, it won't be.
You can bang her every night after.
No. Your first bang cannot be Holly.
That's a rule.
There's absolutely no chance I'm gonna bang Holly.
¶
(James) Oh, Vicky and Ricci-- Hello.
Talking about, "Babe.
Babe-- I fucking love you.
Babe, I love you.
Range Rover."
(Gaz) Oh, and now they're going in my bedroom.
Oh, shit.
Me and fucking Gaz are sharing a bed now.
Great... Now I've got to share a bed with James.
The rumor is that Ricci only does quickies.
(Gaz) Quick glass to the window, James.
(rustling)
(snickering)
(crying)
It has been a long day.
Everyone is ready for bed.
Get up, get up.
Holly.
Gary, I'm fucking fine.
Turn left, turn left, turn left.
Holly is literally fucked up.
She's bent on getting James drunk,
she ended up getting herself absolutely mortal.
(James) Oh, glass on your floor.
Holly.
She's smashed the place up and now she's on the loose again.
(James) Oh God.
Really?
Yeah.
I'm trying me best, but sometimes it is hard
to ignore Holly.
Ow.
Fucking can't handle you, manhandlerness.
Can't handle this.
I'm absolutely mortal.
There's only one place for me and that's bed.
(James) Goodnight, goodnight.
(shattering)
'Night, boys.
It's been a pleasure.
'Night, lads.
Lights out.
(crashing)
¶
Holly went fucking nuts last night.
Just smashed her room up, she smashed the phone.
For me, James must be very, very careful.
She's destroyed Sophie and Jay's only way
of contacting their boyfriends and girlfriends.
I wake up this morning and I decide to ring Chloe.
It's the first time I'm going to ring her.
Walk down the stairs to find the phone isn't working.
Why?
Holly smashed it up last night.
In a drunken, pissed state, she goes
and smashes up the fucking phone.
Holly, what the fucking (unintelligible)
What?
All I want to do is ring my fucking lass
and you fucking smashed the phone up
and stuff like that-- Get it fucking fixed.
I mean, I can fucking start smashing the place up like that.
Oops.
(Holly) I'll get it sorted-- I'll sort it, Jay.
Get it fucking sorted.
(Holly) Right now, I feel like shit.
I want to go to bed.
I need water.
This is gonna be the worst day of me life.
¶
Would you have banged James last night then?
I don't remember doing anything with him.
Would you have?
I'm actually really embarrassed
because I can't remember anything.
Shit, yeah.
I remember that.
Why don't you shut up?
Apparently, James was fingering me in the club.
He was fingering me in the taxi.
I don't fucking remember that.
You didn't know.
You honestly are beating yourself over nothing.
It's getting on me tits.
Getting fingered in a taxi!
Oh, well, that was kinna- kinda shine, that.
That was a bit large.
I wouldn't have fucking done that if I had a TV on me.
Well, obviously, you wouldn't have done it.
If you can't remember it, then it didn't happen.
James is not only shit at sex, shit at pulling,
he's also shit at finger blasting.
(dog barking)
What do you think they're all doing?
Me and Becca have got really close while we spent time
in the jungle together.
We've bonded, just like Mowgli and Baloo.
Then Gary's banged yet?
Yeah.
He banged while we there.
I would be highly disappointed if he hadn't banged every night
while we've been away.
I've had time to reflect and as much as I like Gary,
he just makes me life too complicated.
¶
Me and all the lads, we're off to mamitas.
Sophie's with us, but we don't mind that,
'cause Sophie's banter, it's like having
one of the lads anyway.
¶
The girls are at home and I'm here with the lads.
And I'm still miserable.
I'm sick of Soph being miserable,
whinging on about Joel.
He's a bellend as it is.
She needs to cheer the fuck up.
I'm worried about Sophie.
She's got a face like a smacked ass all the time.
And if it's about Joel, I'm going to be pissed off.
Gary can fuck off.
Joel is nothing like him.
¶
(doorbell ringing)
Come on in.
(chatter)
Who's this?
This is Chris.
Hi, Chris.
Nice to finally meet you, Chris.
It's Charlotte and Rebecca with Cancun Chris.
Now this is a motherfucker.
He's been in the house two seconds
and already he's effing and blagging
like there's no tomorrow.
A shithole, like the whole fucking house.
Shithole.
It's like, hang on a minute, mate.
You asked us to housesit for this amount of time.
Do you know what I mean?
When you come back, the house will be fucking spotless.
Until then, if we want to mess it up, we should be allowed.
Real simple shit.
Before I leave here today, the whole fucking place
will be right back to spic and span.
Right back to fucking order.
Clean that shit up.
Get that fucking shitty fucking shit
off the fucking floor, shit!
(Holly) Vicky!
Holly, are you all right?
Stop fucking around.
Stop dragging your feet.
(Charlotte) Cancun Chris is a rim licker.
But I can't take him seriously
when he's got a sanitary towel stuck to his back.
Chris, will you away?
Me and the girls are starting to have some fun.
I'm waiting here.
Are you waiting for your period?
Okay.
Let's keep it tidy.
If we have to go there again, too bad for you.
(Holly) Okay.
All right... That's all I have to say.
Have fun, Chris.
What an absolute dickhead.
Someone might have to tell him that he's got a fanny pad
stuck to his back.
¶
Or not.
¶
(all talking at once)
Charlotte and Becca are back,
and as hard as it is to admit it,
I have really missed Charlotte.
What's been happening since I've been gone?
Beach parties in the day... Yep.
Going out during the night.
Clubbing... You know.
(laughing)
Has it been--
And now going to get ready for my night out tonight.
Nice seein' ya,but-- Don't go, no, no, no.
(both) No, no, no, no.
What she really wants to know is how many birds have I banged.
Awkward.
All I want to say is, right, you enjoy your time in Mexico.
And I'll enjoy mine.
I've left this conversation.
You're not the boss of me, Gary.
I'm the one holding all the cards.
Oh!
(Rebecca) Oh!
I'm getting a little bit bored, so me and Charlotte
decide we'll have a food fight.
(shrieking)
Fuck you, Cancun Chris!
We're getting a little bit carried away
and the kitchen is an absolute bombsite.
Have you seen this?
We cleaned everything and then they had a food fight again.
They've only been back two minutes and they're
already having an immature food fight and trashing the house.
The fucking idiots.
I'm so pissed off, man.
¶
Tonight's gonna be the night that me and Vicky go out
for a nice romantic meal, just the two of us.
It's gonna be amazing.
Nice to have a quiet night with you
instead of a riot, you know what I mean?
Yeah, I think we need a chance to talk and stuff as well.
What me big problem is, right, is I don't,
I know you fell in love with me for me.
For all, for every reason, whether it be like,
good or bad, you know what I mean?
You fell in love with me.
And I just don't want to lose any part of me personality
in trying to keep you.
This is all coming out of nowhere.
Not sure how to take it.
Last night, I didn't do anything wrong and I ended up
standing outside that club crying, apologizing.
And there was no point 'cause I hadn't done anything wrong
and that's not me.
I think if Ricci had his own fucking way,
I'd be a mix between his mom and a blow-up doll.
I'm not.
I'm me.
And you better love me for me.
I'll work on what you think I'm doing wrong.
But you don't think you're doing anything wrong, do you?
Obviously I am.
You're still not admitting it, though.
Like, you're not seeing it.
'Cause obviously-- You think I'm being stupid, don't you?
Now she's starting to annoy us.
Now she's asking questions and answering them herself.
Walked here with you, happy with you.
Couldn't have been happier.
And now we're resolved to this.
You were happy.
Do you think I was happy after last night?
Obviously I'm a lot happier.
'Cause you are what you are.
I love you.
And you know I love you too.
¶
I'm gonna get a penis in every single orifice
that's in me body.
Like, how many?
Like, two in me eyeballs.
Two in the nostrils.
Two in each ears.
One in the mouth.
We're gonna have one in the bumhole, one in the fairy hole.
We're gonna try to squeeze one in the urethra.
And I was just thinking about rubbing one against the gooch.
Charlotte-Leticia is back.
And tonight, she's gonna show Gary who's in the driving seat.
¶
Best thing about being in Cancun
is we've got open-air night clubs, beaches, pools.
If only we had that in Newcastle.
New York.
Charlotte's on a fucking roll, mate.
She's like a pulling machine.
She's like the girl version of Gary.
One, two, three.
One more?
'Cause she's done so early in the night,
I've got the whole night to pull
and she hasn't got a leg to stand on.
Charlotte, it's a marathon, not a sprint.
You will never be as good at pulling people as me.
If James is being a dick, I'm just gonna look elsewhere.
(Gaz) Me and James go on the hunt for some birds.
We end up pulling these birds in identical outfits.
Mine's still fair, though.
Just as I thought, Charlotte can't stay away,
but there is no way that I'm losing this blondie
because she's changed her mind.
Right.
Charlotte.
You pull American dude, I pull blonde girl.
Yeah.
This means I'm okay with you pulling boys
and you're okay with me pulling girls.
Yeah.
Charlotte needs to realize she can't have her cake and eat it.
She's not me.
Listen, if you're emotional-- Clearly you want--
No, no, no-- Come on!
Don't shout, don't shout.
Charlotte, I love you to bits.
Don't... Don't, don't.
No, no.
I'm good.
Just stop it, mate.
Don't. Charlotte-- No.
No, no, no, no, no.
I'm not wrestling you on sand, right?
Now is not the time to talk about our relationship.
She's absolutely smashed.
Love you-- bye! Ow!
Have fun!
As per usual, Sophie to the rescue.
Oh!
(yowling)
Gary has got a lot to answer for.
Oh, fucking hell.
Best friend Sophie decides it's time to go home.
So I've pulled this boy and in the lad's definition,
he'd be a fucking worldie.
There's a first time for everything.
Me and James have wingmanned each other,
pulled two nice birds and we're on the way
back to the house with them.
It's really happening.
¶
James.
Goodnight.
Somehow, James' bird's fucked off.
#socloseyetsofar.
I thought you left with her, though?
I did.
And then she literally passed out.
Fucked.
Passed out.
I said, "Right, we'll drop you off at the hotel."
Poor James has managed to lose the lass
from the journey from the club back to home.
How the fuck is that possible, man?
It's one of them things, isn't it?
Just get on with it.
Fucking cry meself to sleep.
(Gaz) So the night's ended with Charlotte being sick on herself
and me chilling with a blonde bird.
Like I said, Charlotte, it's a marathon, not a sprint.
(Holly) It's easy to pull a worldie.
What's your problem, James?
¶
(Charlotte) I've woke up and I'm pissed off.
There's definitely someone in this house
who's a pillow thief.
It's definitely Gary 'cause he wants to sniff it at night
to remind himself of me and then he has loads of wanks.
See you later.
I've literally got these taxi drivers on speed dial.
Standard procedure.
Get them up nice and early and get them out
before anyone else sees them.
Thank you, see you never.
James didn't bring anybody back because his girl
decided to pass out in the hotel.
(blowing raspberry, laughing)
See you later, babe.
The chat with Ricci didn't go quite as planned last night
and today, things are still really tense.
Charlotte and Becca have only been back two minutes
and already the house is a mess.
They've got no respect for anyone else living in here
and I've had enough.
Are you kidding?
You want us to clean the kitchen?
Yeah, you had yourself a food fight.
They're like pigs.
It's like living with animals.
Me and Becca, who can't be back a day--
Have trashed the house already.
And all the mess is off yous.
I'm so infuriated at the boys.
It was their mess as well.
They think that every time us girls have to tidy up.
They're male chauvinist pigs.
I'll get me mop and broom out later on.
(laughing)
¶
(Charlotte) See yous.
(Holly) So you're not coming at all?
(Sophie) No, I don't think so.
Me and Sophie have volunteered to clean the house.
At the time, it was a good idea.
Stupid balls of fucking wicker.
¶
(laughing)
I'm fucked now.
I know exactly how me mom feels when she tidies the whole house.
I don't know how my mom does it, you know?
I'm going to have to ask her.
¶
Speaking to the guys about my argument with Vicky last night.
Came totally out of the blue for me.
I actually feel sorry for Ricci 'cause at the minute,
Vicky is absolutely mindfucking him.
Ricci's telling me all his problems,
but unless he tells Vicky, nothing will ever change.
He needs to get some balls and tell her to her face.
¶
Like, I've heard Ricci is basically Captain Come Quick.
Captain Come Quick.
He's not gotten very much luck down there, has he?
He's like pump, pump squirt.
Everybody in the house, it's this massive big
controversial thing about how long Ricci can last in bed.
Are you Vicky?
Mm-hmm.
Am I Ricci? Mm-hmm.
Oh, Ricci.
Wait, wait, I haven't put it in yet.
You're coming and you haven't even put it in, Ricci?
It's only been, what, two seconds?
(speaking gibberish)
Sophie's telling me
it takes Ricci approximately three minutes to come.
That's the same amount of time it takes
to make dippy eggs and soldiers.
If that was me, I'd rather make dippy eggs and soldiers.
¶
Vicky and Ricci are still arguing?
At least they're not necking on.
Same shit, different day in "Geordie Shore."
(Vicky) Don't ask us.
Don't fucking ask us.
¶
(Joel) Hello?
(Sophie) Hiya.
Joel, it's me, Soph.
Hey.
The phone's fixed and I'm absolutely buzzing.
I've been dying to speak to Joel.
Where are you right now?
Um, just about to get a spot to eat in a minute,
so can you call me back tonight?
Oh, it's gonna be disco actually.
Can you call me back, trying to think--
'cause the DJ-- there's a DJ going on for a bit as well.
Why can't I just trust him?
I'm really worrying now.
I'm really, really missing you.
I've got loads to tell you.
It's been really, really bad for me.
Oh, babe, we'll have a massive chat later.
I'm just parking the car, so I can't,
I've got to get off the phone.
But babe, call me as soon as you get back if you can, yeah?
Okay, darling-- I'll speak to you soon.
I miss you, babe-- Bye bye.
Miss you, bye.
¶
(James) This is much better.
Well done, girls.
The house looks a zillion times better.
We ever did that mess in the toilet, mind.
I knew it was you.
¶
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um, when I can, I will call you back.
(Sophie) I'm not worried now.
I'm panicking.
I said I'd call Joel back and he's still not answering.
(Ricci) I don't know what's happened in the past couple of days.
Me and Vicky have gone from being on Cloud Nine
to rock bottom.
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(Charlotte) It's got to a point with me and Gary
where we know each other better than anyone else
and we're getting on so well at the minute
and that's probably because we're not having sex.
I'd class you as one of me best friends.
Obviously.
I don't think anyone can go through what we've went through
and still be sitting and laughing with each other.
I know.
This needs to be over.
I need to just carry on and be strong.
It's gonna be hard, but I need to do it.
Gary, you do know that like, this is the end and like,
we're friends now.
Dead good friends.
For me, I can't imagine not having Charlotte in me life.
I don't want to imagine not having Charlotte in me life.
That girl is one of a kind.
I don't think at the minute, I would see it as the end.
It is the end.
Charlotte--
Listen-- One percent in the back of your head, right?
I can tell when you smile.
I can tell-- No, listen, listen.
Know what-- Listen to me.
Listen.
I do, like, obviously really care for you.
But like, I'm just so happy that we're getting on so well.
I know.
For me, it's horrible.
When I see Charlotte cry, it's like seeing me mom cry.
And those people, when they cry, you want to cry.
Don't cry.
I don't know why I'm crying.
I think it's just because I'm just so happy.
I know I've said this a million times,
but this really is the end.
Oh.
We'll be friends forever, you know.
I know we will.
Living in a house where over half the members
are in relationships and watching people
being lovey dovey every day has made me realize
that I want to find someone who's right for us
and Gary just isn't that person.
Come here.
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