Aftershock: The Nicole P. Bell Story

Girl, stop playing!

Oh, my God, we be looking at each other all year.

-I know you've seen him. -Uh-uh.

His name is Sean?

He's the pitcher on the baseball team.

Girl...

he has the most perfect smile.

Perfect? Really?

Girl, oh, my God.

He's so cute to me, Tila.

-Okay, so talk to him. -What am I supposed to say?

I don't know, like,

"I saw you at practice," or something?

-Oh, my God, look. -What?

He's right there.

Look... you see him?

Right there.

Yeah, girl, he's looking right over here.

Whoa, he's coming this way.

Say something. Say something.

What am I supposed to say?

Tell me what to say, tell me what to say.

-Just... -Like, what?

See, you just missed your chance.

Girl, I'm gonna go to class.

No, please, Tila.

Heyo, yo, yo, yo.

Um, I just wanted to stop you and tell you I like your pants.

Say what now?

Your pants. I like 'em.

-Oh, yeah. -Yeah.

Thank you.

No problem.

I'm Sean.

Nicole.

I know.

Know that.

Been checking you out.

- Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

Now, you know, maybe we can kick it sometime?

Can I get your number? Pager?

Yeah, sure. I'd love that.

Me too.

You wanna give it to me now or after class?

Whatever's best for you.

You know what? I'll wait till after.

Gimme something to look forward to.

-Cute. Okay, I gotcha. -That's cool?

All right.

Why you gettin' all cute?

My future husband.

Oh... you buggin'.

You think I'm kidding, but... I'm serious.

Coley.

Can't believe this.

-How do I look? -You look fine.

-You like the jacket? -Yes.

-Not doing too much, right? -Oh, my God.

Just let me know if I'm doing too much, just--

You look good, girl.

Coley, he's here!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, I'm not ready yet.

I'll get it!

Uh, is Nicole here?

Can you tell her I'm here to take her to the movies?

This is Sean?

Yeah.

If you don't want him, I'll take him!

-Hey. -Hey.

These are my sisters, Korie, Shelby.

Just ignore them.

You ready?

Of course.

Enjoy the movie.

Thank you.

Date, you know?

Movie, popcorn, mmm!

So what you wanna keep working at the South Street Diner for?

Hope that we get enough tips to catch a bus every night?

Thank you.

Oh, my gosh.

It's-it's good.

I'll go get some more.

I'm sorry.

You good, you good.

You just eating it up, huh?

Hey, Jada, why don't you put your plate in the sink?

All that fussing earlier for no reason.

Mommy, can I go color in my room?

Sure, love.

Ah, that's my girl.

That's mommy's girl.

-Mm-hmm. - Hey, baby.

Hey, love. Where are you?

You've been out for two hours already.

I'm sorry, baby, I've been at my mom's crib.

Mmm, can you come home soon?

Jordyn was being so fussy earlier,

but now she's asleep.

Don't forget, we still have to get

the sneakers for Jada.

Nah, for sure. Whenever. Just gimme a beat.

-Okay. -

Who was that?

Uh, nobody. Just my mom's friend.

Hey, look, babe, I gotta go, okay?

I see you later, aight?

-All right. - Bye.

Mmm-hmm, a sleepy baby.

You are a cutie, aren't you, mama?

You're already so strong, huh?

You'll be my little softball player, huh?

Huh, mama?

-Wouldn't it be something, huh? -Here, I'll put her to sleep.

Come on, Sean. It's already time for you to head out for work.

Oh, but it's already so hard to leave.

Been hard to get home these days too, huh?

Wait, baby, I thought we had trust.

We do.

Well, you're not hiding something

and I know it because you never come home

from your mom's without food.

Okay, Jordy, I need to talk to your mommy, huh?

So, we gonna go to bed, okay?

Let's go, come on, mama.

All right.

Little chunky baby, you the chunky baby.

Chunky like I was when I was a baby.

Thank you for everything.

For-for believing in me.

For loving me.

For just being patient.

Okay?

I'm serious, and I know that...

that along with the girls and work,

that shit ain't easy, yo.

But you make it look easy.

And we can only go up from here.

-Baby, I love you. -I love you, too.

But... talk to me.

What's going on?

Man.

Baby, what's wrong?

Um...

We getting married.

Cute. Nice talk.

What?

No, I'm serious.

You always wanted to get married November 23rd, right?

Our anniversary.

Yeah, but instead...

we get married November 25th, 'cause it's a Saturday.