Dreamworld Page #3

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I'm scrappy.

And I can do some damage.

- I'll keep that in mind.

- Don't want to mess.

Thank you.

- What?

- What?!

- That is insane.

- What?

- I just got a message from that Ben guy.

- The bully guy?

- I'm not even kidding.

- No way!

- What did he say? -He didn't say anything.

It's just an address.

That's so cryptic!

- He's like stalking me!

- What, where? Address where?

Oh my gosh, I don't-it's here

in Santa Barbara.

Told you. He must live here. Oh

boy.

- It's a sign.

- Wait. What up? What?

No no no no no. No.

- Lillers. Lillers?

- What?

Look at me. Seriously?

- You don't know this guy.

- Go talk to him!

He is for real crazy. He used to

actually

punch people in the face with a

fist.

That was a long time ago, he's

probably totally different now.

No thanks.

Oliver, it might be kinda

awkward but anybody can change.

And you've got to show him that he

can't hold that over you anymore.

Confront your bullies, and your

fears. And don't be a chicken!

- What's up, Ben Garvin?

- We're really gonna do this?

- You bet we are.

- This is a super bad idea.

OK, OK. This is it.

Yes.

This is all you. You can do it.

Just be quick, strong and...

- stone cold!

- I don't want to do it. Nope.

- No, no, no, no.

- Oliver.

Honestly, honestly no. No.

It's just humans talking to

humans.

You can do it, but oh wait... Do

you have a gun, just to be safe?

What? No!

Go! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

Do it!

Oh hey wait...

You doing this? So sexy. Really

sexy.

OK, I'll do it.

- Hey.

- Hi.

I, uh...

I got your message, so I was

kinda, I was curious...

You know, what do want, er,

whatever you wanted, I don't...

Yeah I got your message, too.

You got my message?

Yeah, I was like, I haven't seen that guy in forever.

I wonder what he's up to.

- Deena!

- Yeah?

Come here.

- Hey.

- Hi.

This is Oliver Hayes. We were

friends in high school.

- Hey.

- Yeah, "friends. "

So what are you up to?

Oh you know I'm, uh, still trying to

break into the animation industry.

Hey, um...

I'm sorry I used to kick your

ass in high school all the time.

Nah, I don't even, I don't even

remember it.

Yeah, you remember.

Yeah I do.

It's OK, though. Don't worry

about it.

Yeah this guy, when we were in,

when we were in high school...

he used to draw pictures of all

the kids in class.

He did these cartoons of

everybody, it was really cool.

- Like they were really good.

- Thanks.

Yeah, and one time our art teacher asked him to

draw cartoons of everybody in the entire class,

as like a portrait of a group

shot.

Of everybody in their costumes.

He drew everybody...

Everybody in the class except me,

he left me out of that picture.

Um, but uh...

Look I, ah, it's just cuz I

thought that if I...

If I like did a weird face or a weird body,

that you would kick my ass and I, you know...

Guess I didn't want my ass to be

kicked.

You thought if you drew me

wrong, I would kick your ass?

Yeah.

Yeah, well um, I wouldn't have.

You just never drew me.

Sorry.

I don't care.

Yeah so... I do car radio

systems on the side, so...

if you ever need a system for

your car, I could hook you up.

- Huh!

- Yeah.

They're loud.

Yeah.

Um, uh...

I gotta card if you wanna...

You're still a "beetch. "

- I did this.

- Oh...

I used to do this in high

school.

It was pretty funny.

No seriously, I actually have a

card.

If you ever need anything,

just...

...let me know. -I should

probably get going, I, um...

I have to head off to a meeting

in San Francisco.

Is that your girl?

Yeah.

Don't look at her.

Look at me, don't look at her.

Can you go inside?

Yeah, whatever.

It was, ah, nice to meet you.

Yeah, yeah.

Uh...

Good to see you.

You're a good dude.

That was bizzare.

- He hugged you.

- I know, it was kinda great.

He didn't want to murder you.

Did you set that all up?

Meow.

Your turn to drive, sucka.

You've got a full frickin pitch

here, mang.

Yeah, mang.

There's like three years of my

life wrapped up in that folder.

Yeah, well it's really frickin

original and kinda genius.

- Genius?

- Yeah.

I mean that, you should be really proud.

I'm proud to know you.

Let's go sell us a frickin cartoon! We're gonna sell it!

Sell it! A frickin cartoon!

Ow! We're gonna have to work on

that.

OK, you've been DJ the whole

time...

I think it's my turn.

What is it?

- My life.

- Whoa! Intensity.

It is my life. Not joking, mang!

- Just listen. Ready? Are you ready?

- Ready.

What?

I don't want to take my eyes off

of you.

My parents would bring me and my

sisters to this spot every summer.

Oh really?

Do you have any siblings?

No. I'm the one and only.

My parents had trouble getting

pregnant.

So they said I was the miracle

baby.

Actually my mom was the only one

that would say that. My dad...

and I didn't really talk... that

much.

And I don't really think we will

again, either.

Sometimes I wonder what it would

be like if we lived in there.

Instead of out here.

Seems like things would be a

little bit better.

But we don't. We don't live in

the ocean.

- What

- What is that?

What?

Sounds like a...

Like a bad fortune cookie or a

magic eight ball.

"We don't live in the ocean. "

That's cute.

- Ohhh, look at that.

- Oh my...

- Beetch!

- Ow!

Pee pee!

- It's too early.

- It's too early to pee pee?

And be up.

You're too early.

Oh man, I want to eat a mofo

house.

- Me too. Word up.

Word up.

You know you laugh in your

sleep?

People have told me I have.

That's kinda weird.

That's better than me, my dreams

are always horrific and frighteni-

- What was that?

- Huh?

Were you smelling my pillow?

- I was not smelling your pillow!

- Where you smelling my pillow?

- No. Uh huh.

- That's, um...

Equal parts mass murderer and...

maybe the most probably garbage

I've ever seen in my life.

That's me. Cute plus creepy

equals this guy.

Foxy.

Well I don't know about you, but I am

feeling some sort of frickin veggie omelet.

- Heavy on the avocado.

- Oh yeah... avocado.

- Did that just happen?

- Really?

- You kidding me?

- Shut up. Shut up!

- What?

No way! Avocado's my number one.

You can't steal it. You can't!

Why don't you do me a favor and

stop being perfection.

Hmmm, I'll try.

I only, uh, smelled that

because...

- ... you smell remarkable.

- I smell?

Let me finish...

- Dude, what number is this?

- Oh, I had to borrow Lily's phone.

- "Lily," Lily?

It's like, 8am. I feel like your mom. You

spent the night together or something.

As your friend, I have to let

you know...

- I don't like her energy. -You

know what, you know what, buddy?

I'm just gonna let you know...

that she's the best. And I'll

get all mushy on you right now.

And whatever you're planning on saying right

now is gonna be misinformed and misguided.

And I'm not gonna hear none of

it.

Um, that's awesome.

Uh, I guess I should tell you

this now...

I met this guy at a party last night who

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