-We're all booked. -What?
Do you want to rehearse at the bakery?
-Is dad here? -He's gone out.
-Hey, are you taking us to Bakery Music? -Yes, something like that.
-Where is your drum set? -It's somewhere here.
I think this place will do.
-I think Earn made our band cooler. -Don't be silly.
The contest rules say... that all bands must play one original composition.
How do we start writing a song?
-Ped, can you write one? -No, I don't know how.
Yes you do. You won an award in the 8th grade.
-Shit, that was for writing a poem. -Shit!
The song has to be a love song without the word "love".
How can it be a love song then?
I don't think it will be hard. You just need to be in love to be able to write it.
But I'm not.
Oh, so you really didn't like me in 6th grade?
Hey, what is with the two of you? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!
-Well, back then... -Hey, don't interrupt!
-Go on... -Back then, everyone thought that Koong had a crush on me,
but it was just Tuang who started the rumor.
So why was it you two?
One night, someone called me really late and said his name was Koong.
Hey Ped, why are you playing right now?
But, really, I wasn't the guy who called you that night.
Then I apologize for blaming you back then.
No worries. That was a long time ago.
By the way, do you have a boyfriend?
Why do you ask?
If you're in love then we'll have you write the song.
No, not yet.
-Hey, do you like girls then? -You're crazy!
I just asked since you seem to be quite the tomboy.
How about you, Ped? Is there someone you like?
-Ped? No way. -How do you know?
-Ever since I've known him I've never seen him flirt with anyone. -Are you sure?
Yes, I haven't had a crush yet.
-What about you, Ex? -I don't have anyone. -Yes you do!
-Dad! -He likes a girl named Som.
-You know, "Oh, Som."! -Dad, no!
One day, I heard these sounds coming from his room.
At first I thought something was wrong with him.
It wasn't until I saw him that I knew exactly what happened.
Gosh, even during the middle of the day.
Next time you can borrow one of my DVDs.
Don't listen to my dad.
The truth is, I didn't dare approach Som. All I could do was look at her photo.
I accidentally spilled orange juice on it and cried out.
I then got some tissue to clean it.
I was going to throw them away, but I ran into my dad at the door.
That's all there was to it.
Hey, there's more, son.
Did he ever tell you about the doughnut?
Us teenagers need to talk. No, dad!
-I walked past the bathroom... -Dad, go downstairs... -If you need anything, ask!
Hey, why don't we let Ex write the song since he is in love right now?
You don't know anything. The one in the love is usually the most clueless one about it.