At a party, Gertrude meets Yvan. He could imagine kissing her, but finds her first name repulsive. Gertrude is not intimidated and Yvan decides not to let her go. They test each other, provoke each other... The encounter takes an absurd bloody turn.

17-year-old Martha is fed up of living at home. She is also tired of sharing her space with her younger sister Lili (9). To escape her situation, she plans to run away from home with her boyfriend (Gary). In the middle of the night, whilst loaded with two rucksacks and the keys to her parent’s car, she is confronted by Lili who is suspicious of her plan.

On vacation with her cousin in a coastal Normand village, 16-year-old Charlotte meets a young man. He’s older, and he’s not really available. But it’s summer. And Charlotte is looking for romance.

Love is like a chanson: so full of emotion, trust and self-abandonment. And then, when it’s all over, there’s the sudden silence, emptiness, vulnerability.

Amine is fifteen, a high school kid like any other. He has a girlfriend, Lou, and lives an ordinary life. One day, he has a bicycle accident, another one. This time, a young woman offers him a helping hand. She says his injured knee needs looking after, it's not a pretty sight. She lives nearby, so she takes him to her place. She's very relaxed with him, natural, sure of herself, happy in a world where everything seems so easy. He feels close to her, and finds her attractive. But is he attracted to her, or to this world that is so foreign to him? When he leaves, he notices that her apartment can be seen from the street, so he makes a plan to spy on her every day.

Dora turns 16. Strangely, for some time now, she has been eating like an ogre and locking herself with her friends for long hours around a strange thing, stirring up her mother’s sick curiosity.

Jeanne left Luc, at least for three weeks. But Jeanne is still very much here: in the coffee foam, on the opposite pavement or in a matchbox. Slumped at the bar, Luc is moping around. He is waiting to see her again or to forget her. A pile of scratch cards, a call made by no one and a strange psychic are so many reminders for his chagrin. Only three weeks left, minus one day… Well, not even one day, minus a few hours…