Closet Monster Page #4

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- Where?

- It's gone.

- Alright.

- This is your wingman

for the night.

- Thanks.

- Hey, Wilder!

- Oh, can you hold on?

What are you doing here?

- Same as you.

- So, you didn't happen to tell

Peter that we were

dating, did you? Because he

seemed to think that we were...

- Why would I ever say that?

- What's with you?

Your pupils are huge.

Are you high?

- I gotta go find someone.

I'll talk to you soon.

- We were born to be alone

Everybody all alone

Born alone to be alone

We'll stand alone forever

Standing on the world alone,

learning how to stand alone

- You look like sh*t.

- Thanks.

- I'm Andrew.

- Hi.

- I'm sorry.

I'm here with someone.

- Who?

I don't think he'll mind.

- There is nothing left here

to worry about

We are on the ground

We are in the clouds

The world is spinning 'round

There is nothing left here

to worry about

We are on the ground

Or floating on the water

or up in the clouds

Everybody all alone

Born alone to be alone

We'll stand alone forever

Standing on the world alone,

learning how to stand alone

And always to be alone

We'll be alone forever

We will always be alone

Everybody all alone

Born alone to be alone

We'll stand alone forever

- Hey!

Learning how to stand alone

And always to be alone

We'll be alone forever

- There is nothing left here

to worry about

We are on the ground

We are in the clouds

The world is spinning 'round

We are on the ground

Or floating on the water

Or up in the clouds

Everybody all alone

Born alone to be alone

We'll stand alone forever

Standing on the world alone,

learning how to stand alone

And always to be alone

We'll be alone forever

We were born to be alone

Everybody all alone

- Hey, man.

Wake up.

Better out than in.

Here you go. Drink a bit.

You OK?

- Mm-hmm.

- Let's get you home.

- No, I can't.

I can't go home.

- Well this place just

got busted, so you can't

stay here either.

Come on.

- You should take that off.

- What are you thinking about?

- Thinking about how

I had to kick my dad

into a closet

to go to that party tonight.

- If you don't hate your parents

you'll eventually become them.

- Please, don't kiss me.

I just had the worst day

of my life

and my mouth

tastes like vomit and...

I don't want to ruin this.

- I was just

grabbing some water.

- How long have you been out?

- I'm too embarrassed to talk

right now. Can you just leave?

- Come on, don't be like that.

This doesn't have to be awkward.

It's too late for that.

- Seriously, since when

have you known?

- I don't.

- What do you mean?

- I don't know.

- Have you ever kissed a guy?

- I've done some stuff, but...

- But have you kissed?

- Do you want to?

- What?

- Do you want to know?

- I don't know

how to answer that.

- If I, a fellow dude, kiss you

and you feel something

moving around in your stomach,

then maybe you'll know.

If not, then...

- My stomach feels

like it's on fire.

- So...

Did you feel anything?

- I don't know...

- I certainly felt something.

- Jesus, Oscar!

What are you doing?

- Sorry to impose.

- Oh, sh*t...

- What's going on, Skeet?

Oscar?

- Am I a bad person?

- What are you talking about?

- I don't understand why

I feel so alone.

- You're never alone, Oscar.

- That's rich, coming from you.

- What do you mean?

- You gave up

and abandoned me

and now I'm all f***ed up.

- That's not fair.

- You have a new life.

A new family.

I have nothing.

Literally, nothing.

- I'm so sorry,

Oscar.

I wish...

I could have been there for you.

I made some really hard choices.

But I was dying in that house.

You know that more than anyone.

You know,

when you were born,

you came out with

the umbilical cord

wrapped around your neck

three times.

You almost hung yourself.

I was so scared.

- That's disgusting.

- My point is,

you've never had it easy,

and maybe you never will.

If you are forced

to walk through sh*t

then you might as well grow

a thick skin.

- Thanks for all the imagery.

- Skeet, you smell awful.

- Why do I always crave pancakes when

every time I eat them, they make me feel

like sh*t?

- Most things are like that

as you get older.

Your father's going to be

worried about you, you know.

- No, he's not.

- I have to go to Peter's.

- Oscar, shouldn't you

eat first?

- Where's Buffy?

- I'm going to live with Mom.

- I'm really sorry...

- Don't.

- Do you have any idea why

everyone you love leaves you?

- Oscar, get in the car.

Oscar, get in the car.

What is wrong with you, Peter?

- It was an accident.

- IT WAS AN ACCIDENT?

- IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!

- How's this a f***ing accident?

- GET THE F*** OFF MY LAND!

This is MY house.

- He's a kid! He's a kid! You

killed a f***ing hamster?

He's a child, Peter!

- I'm going to call the cops

and tell them that

a F***ING WHORE is on my lawn,

and they're going to cart you away.

YOU LEFT! YOU LEFT!

- Yes, I left!

- So leave!

- How could anyone

stay with you?

- YOU LEFT!

- Go back to your f***ing queer

husband and your f***ing life!

I'm his dad. Where are you?

- This is how you take care of him?

You left us both, so leave!

This is how you take care of him?

Look at him!

Look at him. He's a child. He's just a boy!

You can't...

- He's my child.

- You may be his dad, but you

will never be his f***ing father.

That would be great.

Yeah...

Hey!

I don't want

that sweaty face cloth

dripping all over my new sheets.

- Who let the Brady Bunch

into my room?

- Be nice. Larry and the kids

have been looking after you

all day.

- OK, guys, let's go get Oscar

something to eat.

- You have a fever because you've

been completely burning up.

- I'm never going to

get out of here am I?

- What are you talking about?

- I got rejected from Joe Blasco

and I never applied

anywhere else

because I am a stubborn idiot.

- I'm so sorry.

There's always

the makeup diploma

here at Memorial.

- It's not even

about the school,

I just need to get out of here.

- What about Fogo?

- Community college?

- It's not a community college,

it's an artist residence.

It's not New York,

but at least you'd be

getting away

from your crazy parents.

Just think about it. OK?

- Mom?

What happened to my stuff?

- Whatever was in the driveway,

I threw in the back seat

of the car.

- And Buffy?

I'm an a**hole.

- That explains

the new bike, then.

- So...

It's not New York,

but what do you think?

- I think you look happy.

I hope you don't

get eaten by a seagull.

- I'm just happy you're not

gonna set me on fire.

- But you know I'm not

the original hamster from your

childhood right?

I mean, it has been 10 years.

Your parents replaced me,

like, 4 times.

- What was that?

- Oh, nothing.

Goodbye.

- Can I have a dream, dad?

- Come on,

you're too old for that now.

It's time for you to start

making your own dreams.

You can have anything you want

in this world.

Just close your eyes.

I love you, son.

I'm so, so proud of you.

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