Ocean's 8 1/2

The Debbie and Lou Gallery

Debbie took another bite of her salad and looked at the blonde out of the corner of her eye trying to figure out what all of this was about. The blonde could feel the eyes of Deb but she continued to stare at the screen. Deb huffed a bit as she took another bite. She hated that she couldn't read Lou at the moment.

The screen then turned to a screen then turned to a scene at their old apartment. Lou was sitting at a kitchen table that was almost identical to the one they used to have in that apartment. It pans to an angle where it looks like the person shooting the film is sitting across from Lou, like they were supposed to be Deb. Lou looks up and smiles that infectious smile of hers.

"You know, you and me have a whole lot of history," Lou says into the camera. The camera nods as if it were Deb listening.

"I'd like to revisit some of that," Lou says as she gets up. The camera follows. Lou looks back at the camera, smiles and then does a small spin.

"We lived here for 2 years. Just until you finished college. We were young, naive and oh so stupid," the blonde laughed and brushed her hand over the couch.

"We'd come home after a long night out scamming people and pulling small hustles to pizza and cheap beer. It was nice. It was home," Lou says walks toward the bedroom. There the room is set as if they hadn't moved out. The camera pans the floor which is covered in clothes, pizza boxes, Chinese take-out, beer bottles, cash, and shoes. It then pans up to the bed and it pauses when it reaches a picture frame hanging above the bed. The camera zooms in and it's a list. It's Lou's and Deb's first list to be exact. The list they wrote for their first heist back in the house Deb was staying in currently. The camera then focuses on Lou brushing some of the stuff away so she can lay on the bed. Lou lays down and the person behind the camera does too. It pans from her waist back up to her face. Lou shoves the camera person playfully and blushes.

"We first said I love you here. Or well I did. You said it after of course, but it was here. At 3 am after that boy tried to hit on you at the club we were running credit cards from. I was a jealous mess, and I had to tell you that before anyone else could," Lou whispers as she strokes the side of the camera as if she were stroking Deb's cheek.

Suddenly the movie did a jump cut to Central Park and while it did that, Constance brought out a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. Deb only noticed because the smell was intoxicating. She finally felt hungry after days of having no appetite at all. This was also because that spaghetti was from Luigi's Italian Restaurant, a place Deb and Lou frequented often. Debbie immediately dug into the food but still kept watching the screen.

Lou was holding the hand of the person behind the camera. To Deb, it looked like Daphne's hand but she wasn't quite sure. Lou looked over her shoulder and smiled. You could hear the instrumental version of "Everything" by Michael Buble playing in the background. Lou and the camera walked around Central Park.

"You and I would walk Central Park at God knows what hours. It was peaceful, it was quiet and it was ours. We would play hide and seek, and we'd run through the water fountains during the summer months. We would play in the snow during the winter. Gosh, we have so many memories here," Lou says as she smiles at the camera. Deb can't help but smile between every few bites of spaghetti. Lou was right, they did have so many memories there and it was crazy that they still hadn't managed to venture through all of it. Lou also ate, but she was much more focused on the brunette's reactions and the screen. Even though she had seen it over 100 times, she couldn't get over how well it was put together. She was more than thankful for the girl's help with this, and she prayed that it would work to win Deb back.

There is a montage of photos of the two women in the park, out in Time Square, out with random strangers at clubs and even a few of them in some suggestive poses. Deb blushes a bit realizing the other women have probably seen this. A few more photos litter the screen of them at Coney Island, the first trip they ever took together for pleasure. They hardly ever did anything for pleasure, mostly all the things they did were cheap, and were to scope out a new heist. Deb's heart flutters as she reminisces about that trip.