Burning Daylight

Hey, yo! Wait up!

Why you moving so fast, boo? Slow down.

I see you, girl. What's up?

Incoming.

Hey, guys.

What's up? How you doing?

Oh, I see you, looking cute over there.

Hell, yeah!

Hey, damn, girl.

Whoo!

All right.

Yeah.

Do you see him? I don't see him.

Something bad is happening. I can feel it.

- I knew this was a dumb idea. - Pop a zannie, J.

We can't see him 'cause he's being stealth.

No doubt. He's got this. When has Cesar ever disappointed?

Mmm, fourth grade. Kickball tourney.

We lost.

Only 'cause I picked the kid with no skills.

And I'd pick you again.

Loyalty trumps victory, compa.

Ah.

Take it in.

This is about to be us. This is high school.

Aw.

Ruby, you think your brother's gonna marry Angelica?

No idea. Mario tells me jack.

What about that time he said Angelica has a dangler?

- But he said that. - In private!

Time and place, dude.

Oh, guys, check out Huerita at nine o'clock.

- Monse, if you were a girl... - I am a girl.

Yeah, but if you were a girl like that, would you wear underwear?

Oh, my God, I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.

Why are you gonna die?

Those guys play for the 'Ridge.

Did you know that last year alone over a quorum of kids...

Died playing football?

You're stuck on repeat. So, don't play.

No choice. My pops was a legend.

It's family tradition.

I'm dead.

You're not dead.

Football spiral?

Jamal, CTE is not in your future.

Guys, check out my game.

Huerita just gave me the nod. Ah!

Eyeing my girl, cabrón?

No. God, no. I'm not into blondes.

Easy. He does your mom's taxes.

Mrs. Guzman, right?

Three thousand dollar refund.

Schedule C, line 30, home office deduction.

Seriously, dude?

Yo, what are you doing, ese?

That's Spooky's little bro, dawg.

I didn't realize it was you, homie.

Hey, listen, tell Spooky Sad Eyes sends respects.

Let's get out of here.

Thank God for your brother.

Don't.

Thank God for better things.

- Oh, shoot! - Let's go!

- - Get down! Stand behind the door!

That was a .38.

No, it was a .45.

It sounded like a .44.

Wrong!

- - .357!

Angelica's pissed.

She's always pissed.

You would be too if you had a dangler.

What?

- She's making Mario cry. - My brother doesn't cry.

Dude, he's crying.

Look at me.

What are you thinking in your head?

Nada. My brain is empty.

Do I really need some stupid writing camp?

- I don't want to waste my summer. - It's not a waste, it's badass.

Not everyone can get in, even the kids who pay.

But...

you'll need this.

It's for writing your stories

and maybe an old-school letter or two, for your favorite?

Here comes waterworks.

Were you guys spying on me?

- You okay, homie? - Yes.

No.

I don't know.

Look at you.

On the verge of high school. All the excitement.

All the firsts.

First parties, first football games,

first love.

- Want me to drop some knowledge? - Not really.

High school, it's the foundation for the rest of your life.

Any false starts could lead to your own dead end.

Now sure, you guys are smart, setting curves and all that,

but you still have to go hard,

'cause there's only one chance at a first impression.

So, do you want to sit on the sidelines or play in the game?

I just don't want to die.

- Is Mario high? - Yes, he's high...

on life and memories...

and some seriously good indo.

What I was saying is work hard,

put your heart out there, even if it's broken by some bitch

you've known since Mr. Estrada's seventh grade social studies.

Anyway...

uh...

... what I was saying, and you may want to write this down...

Don't go into high school without back-up.

You guys need to stick together to survive.

Got it?

I'm going to college, mofos!

Now, kiss my class ring.

- What the freak? - Is he kidding me?

- That's why you don't smoke that stuff. - Damn, I almost forgot.

One last thing: don't bone Monse.

Why would anyone want to do that?

Pretty Girl!

Tasty.

Ay, ay, ay! Mamacita!

Angelica!

Once I'm gone, I'm gone!

There's not gonna be a Christmas break hookup!

You know why? 'Cause I'm gonna be hooking up with other chicks!

White chicks!

I don't know why I'm saying that! It's you!

Talk to me, boo!

Maybe she's not home.

Oh.

Hey, you!

How was, uh... camp?

Mmm, tolerable. Mildly life changing.

I can see that.

You can? How?

You just...

Look, I probably have to go before traffic hits.

- No prob. Good luck at Cal. - Thanks.

And you, keep an eye on Ruby?

Don't know what that kid's gonna do without me.

Check me out, bitches!

I got my own room! My own room.

So, let's not trash it.

I don't wanna break my pimp couch before it gets some play.

High school is an opp for reinvention.

So if I want to live a new life, I got to be a new man.

It all starts with my kingdom.

- Royal reading? - Ha.

No. It's a conversation piece.

And 2.99 at Ross.

Enough chitchat, let's feng shui.

- I'm back! - Can you move that side table?

No, seriously don't make such a fuss.

I've only been gone all summer, but really, it's no big deal.

- How was camp? - Camp was fine.

Notice anything new?

You got boobs.

- You can wait for Cesar to help. - Then we'll be waiting a really long time.

Why? Where's Cesar?

We're not talking to him.

- You in a fight? - It wasn't really a fight. More like...

We're not getting into it.

Trust us, Cesar's not cool.

Well, I'm not cool being not cool. And why aren't you at football?