Hey, hey, hey.
Oh, you need some new clothes.
-That combo's not right. -Mee-mee-mee-mee.
Mee-mee-mee-mee-mee.
Uh-uh. No. I remember the last time you wore that.
-The fabric makes your pits smell. -What? It doesn't make my pits smell.
-Oh God. -I'll change.
Let's order delivery. I'm starving. I vote for Mexican.
-No, how about Vietnamese? -No.
-Why not? -Too much citrus.
-I want a poke bowl. -Poke?
-Nothing heavy. -And nachos. We can mix everything up.
-You do you. -No mixing.
-Don't be snobs. Listen, I have leftovers. -Ugh.
-Is it food your father made? -There are some chickpeas, yes.
-That one's mine. -We can share.
How do I look?
For a meeting at nine in the morning, you look perfect.
-I don't understand the fashion show. -Me neither.
-No. -Shit.
After the kinda year I've been having so far,
I wanna be chic. It's important.
I'm not buying this thing about the outfits having a deep meaning
because they don't.
Hey, do you have any matches?
-No. -Oh.
Well, this happens when you least expect it.
-Besides, you're incredible. -Yeah, I know. I don't understand.
You are incredible, but maybe you could be a bit less demanding.
And while you're waiting for your Ms. Perfect,
meet someone and get nasty!
-No, I don't want to fuck anyone. Please. -What is this?
-Girls, can I ask just one thing? -What?
Can we stay in tonight and watch a movie?
I'm so tired.
Yes, please, I love this plan.
-Yeah, I wanna lie on the sofa. -No, no. no. Not a chance, okay?
I get it. You go out on a Saturday, and the hangover ruins your Monday,
but this is important to me.
You mean like your outfit?
Enough! Can anyone match with this ridiculous person?
Okay, but I've been writing so much.
-My eyes are aching. -I'm so sleepy.
-I think it must be my age. -Yes, it's your 30s.
You clean your house to the same music you used to get drunk to.
-You frame posters. -Not that.
-No? -You put drinks on coasters.
-You don't have coasters? -For you, your 30s are the new 60s.
Not me. I plan on being where all the best parties are until I'm dead.
And today, we're going out.
That's final.
ON THE STREET OF L, I FOUND O WHO TOLD ME THAT V WAS CRAZY ABOUT E
BASED ON THE NOVELS BY ELÍSABET BENAVENT
3.4 I WAS THERE
Is that your starving face or you freaking out?
-What face? -That abandoned-kitten face.
I don't look like an abandoned kitten. Right?
Okay, not abandoned.
The face of a kitten who's been left alone for a whole day.
You all know me way too well.
And Víctor. What happens to me is Víctor.
-Have you talked? -No.
The worst thing is I don't have to because my head makes sure I don't forget him.
And Bruno?
We write a little bit to each other.
He's great, and he's very sure about everything.
And I think he wants to be with me.
-He does? -That's what I'm thinking.
But why the fuck does Víctor turn up in my head?
-It's your teenage you. -Did she call her immature?
-Right to her face. -Yeah.
Okay, I know I don't always make the most mature choices,
but it's been a complicated year, and I think I've grown.
-I'm trying-- -No, it's not that.
Everything that happens to us in our 30s was decided long before, okay?
In our teenage years. Hey, it's not me saying it. It's science.
Huh?
"Adolescence is a phase that impacts our whole lives."
-Such bullshit. -Hey, that's expensive.
The one thing I have in common with teenage Lola is we both love to party.
Oh. I have nothing in common, and I'm grateful.
Well, that's not what the article says.
Sorry, but I think I know myself a bit better
than a guy from the University of Wisconsin.
Val?
You don't believe what the article says, right?
Val?
Val…
Val… Val…
Valeria, come on, we'll be late… come on, we'll be late…
Girl? Valeria, can you wake up?
I won't be late today. Val, come on.
MY STORIES
Oh, you being late to get somewhere. That's rare, isn't it?
Girl, long time no see.
Hey!
-Hi, Rebeca. See you on Friday! -Yeah, of course!
-Hey, Alicia. -Hi.
-Rebeca. Can you guess who talked to me? -Wait. Who?
-Who? -No! Marcos?
Yes, Marcos, yesterday!
What did he say?
Seen this? He's so handsome.
LUCKY BROTHERS, THESE ARE THEIR PLANS
Yeah? Unreal, right?
Yeah.
He's so beautiful.
-So beautiful. -He looks really good in red.
But with those blue eyes, he looks good in anything.
Brown eyes.
Blue eyes, Val.
It'd be more effective if you spoke to Rafa
instead of staring like, I don't know, a weirdo.
No, girl, no chance. I wouldn't know what to say.
Well…
-Yeah, man. -String some words together.
He's coming this way.
-What? -Yeah.
How are you?
I'm fine. Uh, you? Uh…
-Oh! Uh, I'm fine. -I heard you're good at languages.
So good. In Spanish and natural sciences, she's unrivaled.
-Well, natural science is not-- -Cool. Wanna meet up and study later?
-Mm-hmm. -Yeah? At your house?
-Mm. -Do you have Encarta?
-Mm. -Cool.
I'll see you.
Bye.
-Girl! -Amazing! At your house.
That's exciting. Now I understand why you're such a romantic.
Was that your first kiss?
Okay, I blame all of my kissing expectations
on Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling at the MTV Awards.
Well, I blame Ryan Gosling for all my expectations in general.
Yeah.
Hey, Val, what's wrong?
Didn't it go well?
Aren't we rushing things a bit?
I have to be home in an hour. We don't have a lot of time.
What do you mean?
Didn't you wanna move fast?
I mean, well,
eventually, yeah…
Okay, don't get carried away. You're the one who was dying to do this.
Oh fuck. Don't get stuck up, okay? You were about to give me a hand job.
Please leave.
How were things with that hot guy?
Fine. Fine. Really good.
-Yeah? -Mm. Yeah.
The worst part was that I felt guilty for weeks.
Even now, I still feel a bit guilty.
Sometimes we forget
that we have the right to stop whenever we want, if we want.
-Exactly. -Right?
You should be proud of what you did.
-Mm. -And look at you now.
You're getting more sure of what you want.
-Mm. -And what you don't want, mm?
-It's not bad to demand things either. -Oh, definitely not.
Does that article say anything about people who just turned 20?
I'm not gonna be Rai's trauma.
-Did she say 20? -Mm?
-What? -Uh, well…
That's right. He wasn't a millennial at all.
And he didn't say anything to you?
-Well, I didn't ask either. -Oh yeah.
Is it the first time you've been with someone with such a huge age gap?
Mmm…
Mm. Here.
Thank you, Curro.
Where were you going in that outfit?
QUIET, THIS IS A LIBRARY
EROTIC STORY: THE PERVERSE BATHROOM
Sh!
Shit.
What?
Nothing.
I was thinking about what your name will be when I tell my friends about you.
Maybe "the hot dude from the library," but it's a little long.
-My name is Miguel. -Lola.
But you can call me "the hot girl from the library."
So what were you doing in the library?
Apart from looking at me.
Studying for public service. Nothing. It… It sucks.
-You don't seem like you're the right age. -Yeah.
Everyone says I look younger than 32. I don't know.
And you? Are you studying, or…
Yeah.
SCHOOL OF TRANSLATION AND INTERPRETING
-Translation. -Mm.
Yeah, I'm in second year.
-That's good. -It is.
Hey, do those exams leave you any free time to do something fun,
for example, this week?
-You're crazy. -Hey, be open. Come on.
-I can't believe it. -Let's make a toast.
Come on, take it.
Come on!
Do it.
To us. Okay?
-Yes, you look like a teacher. -I don't!
-You do. You do! You really do. -Oh, really?
-Come on. -Where are we going?
Lola, I have to tell you something.
I feel shitty that I'm doing this to you,
but I also feel shitty 'cause I'm doing this to her.
-You can't skip out on me. No. -No, Lola--
-You can't do the same thing my mom did. -No, Lola. Please.
-Please don't do it to me. -Don't be like that. You're 17.
I've seen the high-school books.
Yeah, but in a few months, I'm gonna be 18.
Wait a bit.
No, no, it doesn't work like that.
It's not right.
Lola, you are…
You're special.
And you deserve someone who can love you right.
But you do love me right.
I'm a fuckin' idiot who's 15 years older than you
and expecting a baby with someone else.
That's not loving you right.
Did he go back to his wife?
No, no, it was true. He left her and moved out of the city.
Then I heard that he'd come back sometimes to see his son,
but he never picked up the phone when I called.
I was playing at being a grown-up, but he…
he wasn't playing.
Oh fuck.
So that left a mark on you.
Lucas, Miguel,
Sergio…
In the end, I'm always looking for older men, men in relationships,
men who can't commit, so it's just…
What do you think?
I mean, teenage relationships are total bullshit.
Absolutely.
But the nervous jitters of those first times,
you just feel things that…
You just don't feel the same when you're older.
-In my case, it was nausea. -Everything was new.
-And weird. -But exciting.
-Or clumsy. -And there was never any monotony.
-Mm. -But, you know…
I am so happy with the monotony I've found with Borja.
I wouldn't dream of going back.
Did you also have a bad experience?
I mean…
Kid!
Kid…
Kid!
Carmen!
-Hi, David. -Girl, move.
Kid, take the controller, I have to pee.
-Don't screw up my game, okay? -More like fix it.
-Dude, you rock. -Well, yeah. The game is mine.
Time expired. Deploy the warhead.
Come on.
Come on. Come on, Carmencita!
-Come on, go. Come on, Carmen! -Yes, yes, yes.
Come on, you have it.
-Oh my God! You got the record! -Yes!
Hey, listen to me. I think you're so much better than your brother is.
I wanna play a lot more with you.
Hey. Tomorrow, wanna meet up at the cybercafé?
Then we can go for a walk?
That'd be nice. Yes, yes, yes.
So what? Did I miss anything?
No, nothing.
Give it.
But I'll start.
And then what happened?
Silly.
-Hello. -Hello.
Hey.
-When are we going public? -Going public with what?
With the two of us.
Uh, I don't know. It's a bit early, right?
Well, I mean, mm, we've been together for three months--
Your brother is my best friend. I don't know, I need time to…
to think how to tell him. I… I don't know.
Well, I guess I can wait a bit more.
The important thing is we're together, right?
What does it matter if people know or not?
-Hmm? -What's up, David?
Hey! David, what's going on, Mr. Hairdo?
How are you?
How are things, man?
-What's up? -Nothing.
-I was out for a stroll. -What?
With her? Free Willy?
-Excuse me? -What?
I could kill them.
I was used to all of the horrible nicknames they gave me.
Remember, I was fat in the time of heroin chic.
But that's not what hurt the most.
No, I'm stuck with her because her brother couldn't come with her.
Well, I mean, you might wanna give her some cake if she gets hungry.
Or would that make her even harder to carry?
I'll see you on Monday.
-Of course, bro. -Yeah.
-Okay, see you on Monday. -Yeah.
-Hey, let's go. -Don't touch me.
What's wrong?
I don't know. Maybe I'll be better with a cake.
Shit. It was a joke. Are you mad because of that?
They were making fun of me, and you laughed.
-But it… It was nonsense-- -No, David, it's not nonsense.
Well, okay, forget it.
Excuse me if it hurts when I fall on you.
My brother isn't here. He's out playing football.
Come back in half an hour.
I'm not here to see your brother.
Hah, that's so cool.
A cake?
-You're serious? -No, turn it around.
I'M AN IDIOT
I didn't expect to see them there. I didn't know how to react.
You laughed at me.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
Hey, I'm sorry.
So, then,
you don't think what they think of me?
I really like you, Carmen.
I have a lot of fun with you, and I want… I wanna be with you. Really.
-And we're good like this, right? -Good like this how?
Like this, you and I, without anyone else.
I mean, every couple has something that works for them.
-And what works for us is… -To hide me.
-Come… come on, I do it for you. -Oh, so you're doing me a favor?
Well, I don't want them to laugh because…
well, because I'm with a person like you.
Tell me, what's a person like me?
-Well… -Fat?
Say it. It doesn't matter to me anymore. Say it.
See? You're taking it the wrong way again.
Why can't you say it?
I'm fat.
-I'm fat. Say it. -Okay, Carmen--
-Say it, David. -Okay--
-Say it! -Car…
Look, I don't… I don't wanna see you again.
Leave.
You're breaking up with me? You?
Well, officially, we were never together, right?
Just go.
Leave, David. Go away.
Asshole.
Oh, you go, girl.
I wish I could've been so sure about what I wanted.
I'm happy you left him. He was a prick.
Well done. And you didn't give a shit about what they thought.
What? No, no, no. I mean, wait. Of course I cared.
I mean, if we can't escape external social pressures in our adulthood,
imagine what it's like during a delicate time like adolescence.
-Mm. -That's true.
I mean, that's the time when we need help the most.
Sure. It's really important for teenagers not to care what people think.
We have to teach them
that other people's opinions about your body are complete bullshit.
-Exactly. -Yes.
I know what I'm writing.
-Yeah? -Yes.
-What? -What about you?
Oh, I'm not showing you until it's perfect.
No, no, that doesn't matter. We want the gritty teenage details.
There's nothing to tell.
Yeah, of course, because you don't have any emotional hang-ups.
My first lesbian relationship was with a music video.
What music video?
-Oh, my favorite song too. -Mm-hmm.
Do you know they weren't lesbians?
-What? -Mm.
They forced them to fake it so they would make more money.
What music video is that?
It's just an old one.
They play it sometimes.
It's outrageous it's on during breakfast time.
Mm.
I got an "Excellent" in Spanish.
I was the only one in my class.
-My teacher congratulated me yesterday. -But why?
Because of the grade.
-Your duty as a student is to pass, right? -Mm-hmm.
Good morning.
-Hello, Pablo. -How are you?
-Mm. -I brought you your magazine.
Come on, leave the magazine and go.
That's the famous Pablo?
Look. Here it says that to win a guy over, you have to act mysterious.
-Was that what you did with me? -That article is nonsense, Pablo.
Yeah, I know.
And, besides, what I liked about you were your eyes.
Oh yeah?
They tell me the things you're thinking about.
And I love that.
And what am I thinking about?
That you're dying to kiss me.
Pablo. Not here.
-Why not? -Because there are people around.
Well, I'll have to read the magazine
to find out how to get my girlfriend to kiss me in public.
THEME, GUEST ATTIRE
CAKE, CUPCAKES
Hello.
Your homework's really weird.
It's not homework.
What is it?
I'm organizing my birthday party.
Are you sure it's your birthday and not your wedding?
You don't turn 18 every day.
Do you know how I celebrated my 18th?
Mixing a bunch of cheap wine and Coca-Cola with blackberry liquor,
hanging out in an abandoned lot.
But the other option was even worse.
My parents wanted to hire a magician.
May I look?
All done.
It's… It's beautiful. You're really good.
-Well. I'm going to be an artist. -I'm not surprised.
And you? What are you gonna do?
-Organize parties? -Study law.
Shit, that won't suit you.
Wait, why?
-Hello. -How are you?
I can pick up the bike. I'll be able to go to the festival.
-That's great. -What about you?
How are classes?
Boring, as usual.
Well, I like to work with professionals.
And I have to tell you that you're not.
So I'm really sorry, but I don't wanna hear from you again. Goodbye.
The catering for your birthday is all sorted out.
I need the guest list from you.
We'll be able to count on Pablo, right?
Mama.
What?
I wanna tell you something.
I hope you haven't changed your mind about the party.
I've lost too much time at work to make last-minute changes.
-No, it's not that. It's-- -Oh?
It's about Pablo.
I'm thinking that I don't want to invite him to the party now.
Why?
-I don't know if I wanna be with him. -Has something happened?
Well…
I don't think I love him.
Well, you haven't been a couple for that long. You're very young.
But if this is because you can't concentrate on your studies,
we have to talk about it.
No, no. No, Mom, it's not that. I have doubts because…
-Because… -What?
Because, the other day, I met a girl when I was at the bus stop.
-I'd like to invite her-- -I don't know what you're talking about.
But it's very clear you're nervous about the party.
The university admission tests…
-Mama, I really need-- -Nerea, don't be silly.
Pablo is a good guy.
I've tried to make Pablo like me, but I'm really not sure if--
Well, then, try a little harder.
Hmm?
And now, don't cry, and keep your head up.
And when I come back, I want the guest list ready.
Nerea.
Keep your head up.
Always.
♪ Could I ever believe Such a perfect surprise?
It's so sad that happened to you.
My adolescence was a total farce, just like t.A.T.u.'s video.
STOP REQUESTED
STOP NEEDED
Now I understand why it was so hard for you to come out.
Yeah.
We grew up in a time when that kiss between Madonna and Britney
was simply "pornographic."
-Mm, yeah. -Oh, my Britney.
Oh, girls, it's a hard road.
But here we all are.
Don't just stand there! March with us!
DON'T JUST STAND THERE! MARCH WITH US! 8M
March with us!
Don't just stand there! March with us!
WE'RE ALIVE
Don't just stand there! March with us!
WE'RE FREE
Don't just stand there! March with us!
March with us!
CONGRESS OF DEPUTIES e! March with us!