Running on Empty Dreams Page #4

wait a couple of weeks.

It's,

it's my wife's birthday.

Of course. I understand.

Corey out of town again?

No, he's here.

He's just over there hanging with Matt.

You know, Tony's

been asking about you.

Really?

Yeah. He's really

starting to like you.

I like you-

him, all of you.

I like all of you too.

Yeah, well.

You should go be with your family then.

Be with your husband.

You've, you've got a family.

Does that make me a bad person

that I want to be with you right now?

So, where are the boys?

Taking a nap.

Listen...

Sydney...

I was at the store,

and all I could do was smell your perfume.

Mm.

I was hoping you'd be

around the next aisle.

Sydney, don't. Just-

I was disappointed, so I'm here.

I want you to go.

Go before I get used to this.

I mean it.

Hey, bud. You

wanna do some homework?

Come on.

Put this one away.

Let's go.

Ready?

First one.

Five.

Oh, smartie pants, are we?

How about a little harder one?

Two.

Can you let me

get it out of the box?

All right, you ready?

Aww, I gotcha on that one.

Excuse me.

Our home doesn't have to be perfect.

Yeah, well maybe it does to me.

You hear back from any

of the, you're agent people?

Yeah.

Five rejections.

What?

I said five rejections, okay?

I'm no farther along now

than when I started 5 years ago.

Are you happy?

There's just one problem,

I don't know how to be anybody else.

Oh.

Oh? Oh?

Gee, thanks for the words of encouragement.

What do you want me to do?

I can't make 'em want your scripts.

I'm not happy with you.

Sh*t, I didn't mean that.

Sure, you did.

No, Corey, wait.

Sh*t.

Corey does know he's missing out

on your birthday, right?

Volunteering to work on a Saturday?

That's ridiculous.

He got called

out of town, you know?

They can call him any day of the week.

I got you something.

Stay.

You didn't have to do that.

Shut up, just open it.

I love it.

Yeah?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Now, pull it back,

pull it back.

Don't do that.

They're not home yet.

Hey there, friend of mine.

I hope you don't mind

if I, get a little closer to you

move up a little closer to you.

Hey there, friend of mine.

I used to live

up the street from you.

Can I move a little closer,

be a little closer to you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's easier to

spell it out like this.

You better believe me,

and it's easier to put it like that.

It's easier to

throw out it like this.

Yeah, you better believe me, dear.

You better believe me, dear.

You better believe me.

Hey there, friend of mine.

I hope you don't mind

if I get up on the counter,

get a little louder.

Hey there, friend of mine,

you just take your good sweet time,

'cause if we go any faster,

this could end

up a disaster in time.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's easier to

spell it out like this.

You better believe me,

and it's easier to put it like that.

It's easier to

throw it out like this.

Yeah, you better believe me dear.

You better believe me dear.

Yeah, you better believe me.

Don't you stay with

me because you feel safe.

And don't you stay

with me because you're bored.

Don't you stay with

me because your heart aches,

and you don't want to be alone.

No, you don't wanna be alone.

I'll stay if I feel like home.

It feels like home.

It's easier to

spell it out like this.

Hey, you better believe me,

and it's easier to put it like that.

It's easier to

throw it out like this.

Yeah, you better believe me, dear.

You better believe me, dear.

You better believe me.

What are you doing?

Hey, nothing.

How'd you sleep?

Like I had five orgasms.

No wonder Corey wants to

f*** you all the time.

What?

Why does it

always have to be 'f***'?

Why can't it be...

What? Like making love?

I mean, I don't know, because f*** is f***.

I mean it's just feelingless.

It's meaningless.

No, that's not what I meant.

I would never say that about you.

Yeah, but.

I love you.

What are you writing?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Yes, I would.

Is this about me? A poem?

Yeah.

Aww.

Do you wanna know how I got burnt?

If you want to tell me.

Well, I never knew my dad,

and my mom left me at a

church when I was almost 4.

She left me with Ned.

Ned was my teddy bear.

She said if I took really good care of Ned,

that she'd come back for me.

She never came back,

but, yeah, I made sure to take care of Ned,

and my foster parents

who lived in New Mexico

and had like 10 children including me

were crazy,

and the summer before my kindergarten year,

yeah, I think that's when it was,

their house caught on fire,

and everyone was rushing out,

and I remember all I could think about

was saving my teddy bear

because I wanted to see my mom again.

So, I ran back to my room,

and I knew just where he was at,

and I opened the door,

and the room was on fire,

and all I could do was

hold on to the door sill

with my right hand,

and I reached in and

grabbed Ned with my left,

and he should have been right there,

but he wasn't, and I didn't save the bear.

And I never saw my mom again.

Then, in 6th grade, I got into writing.

That's really when I started writing

all my poetry and stuff,

all the pent-up feelings

and issues that I had

with my mom being gone,

and this stupid little teddy bear.

I just wrote about, and

wrote, and wrote, and wrote.

And it was during a time when I was

getting made fun of so much,

and I was so self-conscious about it all.

Just, yeah.

I think you're beautiful.

Really?

What'll you have?

Just a juice please.

Is this your

first time in a club?

Am I that transparent?

So, which one

of these guys is you

and your friend fighting over?

Is she dancing with him right now?

No, I'm not here for a guy.

I need a cold one!

You got it.

Come out here!

Come on.

Come on, we're in public.

Oh, what?

You can f*** me in my house,

but you can't hold my hand?

No, I just...

Am I hurting you?

No.

That's the first time a

girl's asked me that.

Oh, my God, Jane.

This is our first date.

Oh, my God. It is.

This is our first date.

Happy anniversary.

Happy anniversa-

Wait,

don't you have to be together like a year

before you can say that?

I don't care. Happy

f***ing anniversary anyway.

Give me a kiss!

No!

There's nobody here anymore.

Looks like you

ladies need a ride home.

What?

You know what that is?

What are you trying to get me to do

or say, Corey?

To, to remember.

I want you to remember.

A friend of mine once told me

to keep pictures of things

you want out of life,

and focus on it until it becomes real.

What do you want?

For you to believe in me again.

I never stopped

believing in you, Corey.

You're the hardest working

person that I know.

You don't dream anymore.

You don't believe in the

impossible like you used to.

I never stopped dreaming.

I just stopped telling you

'cause you don't listen.

I deserve that.

You know, this wasn't supposed to

play out like this.

Then you change the ending.

I need you to remember.

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