Some Freaks Page #3

I am not doing this sh*t

on my own, I'm savvy

like a motherfucking

toothpick, so let's go.

- Okay.

- Yeah, no, I mean

I'm good to go too.

- We'll see you at the house.

- I'll call you.

- I'll just see you, I'll see

you tonight at the house.

- Well give me an hour, I

can do the shells thing.

- Yeah, I'll see you later, bye!

- Okay, well let me know

where you're going 'cause

I can meet you later

if you want to, right?

- You didn't have to

do that, you know.

- I'm sorry, I just...

I get to see him

all the time, I hang

out with him every

day, and he's great,

he's great, I just

know him so well.

I want to get to know you.

More than I do now.

Is that weird?

- Hey, are we going to

the beach right now?

To collect shells?

- No, f*** that.

What am I, a personal ad?

No, let's go to the dump.

- Anti-prom?

That's wicked cool.

- Thank you.

- Yeah, you did this

all by yourself?

- Yeah, yeah yeah.

- God, you're really

talented, that's cool.

You go to Ben Frank?

- Yeah.

- Oh my God, me too,

I mean I went there.

- How much is it, by the way?

- It's pretty brutal.

- Yeah.

Hey, so where is it?

The party?

- It's in Laramie.

So yeah, you should come.

- Excuse me?

- It's like sh*t, you

f***ing faggots, man.

It's unbelievable,

really, seriously.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Hi, hey, is Matt right there?

I just, I have his phone, I

wanted to return it to him.

- I'm sorry, who

are you looking for?

- Hey Jill!

I just need the restroom quick,

just stay here for a second.

- How old is she?

- It's a he.

- All right.

Okay.

- Yeah.

- Shut that behind you.

- Yeah.

Is this your idea?

- Oh, no, it was like

that when we moved in.

I just never got

around to changing it.

- You play?

- No, I used to, but

my hands are clumsy.

Can't really keep a beat either.

My mom got it for me

right after the whole eye thing.

I guess she thought

'cause my vision

was messed up that

I should focus

on something

auditory or whatever,

but yeah, never got

past Chopsticks.

You risk it all for something

But baby, it's

never what it seems

You sing, Matt?

- No.

- You never sang before?

- I mean I'm not a good singer.

- Will you sing with me?

- I don't know it.

- Come on, okay.

We'll start with something easy.

Right?

Chorus is...

My fingertips are freezing

But I'll keep on believing

You'll feel these hands again

Think you can do that part?

My fingertips are freezing

But I'll keep on believing

You'll feel my hands again

But something

warmer's always near

Found nothing yet

and I'll always fear

This cold world never ends

- You're kind of amazing.

- Yeah.

Okay.

I won't lie to you if

you don't lie to me.

How's that sound?

Just be real with me.

Shake on it?

- Oh God.

All right.

Oh sh*t.

How was it?

- Like, you mean

like how did it...

- Like was it okay, or...

- I don't know, you tell me.

- Oh God.

Jesus.

Have you done that before?

Oh, sorry, don't answer

that, that's stupid.

- Well I should probably

get going, so...

- Hey, I just, can

I ask you something?

- Sure, yeah.

- You can totally say no if

you want, there's no pressure.

- What is it?

- Do you wanna go

to prom with me?

Are you wearing makeup?

- No.

Chicks walking around

with paint slathered on

their faces, they look

like f***ing Oompa Loompas.

Seriously.

Why, do you care?

- Oh no, I just thought

most girls did is all.

- Well I'm not most girls.

What the?

Oh no f***ing way, dude!

- Are you okay?

Oh sh*t.

Maybe I can get some...

Can try and find some shoes

around here somewhere.

- Wanna go to Elmo's thing?

- You mean do I

wanna play cleanup

crew for party of the year?

Nah.

- Yeah, me neither.

- So what should we do then?

Who did you imagine

yourself ending up with?

- What do you mean?

- You know, when you lie around

and think about

girls or whatever.

What do you think she'd be like?

Is she anything like me?

- Honestly?

I just spent so much time

trying to get through each day.

Girls never really

crossed my mind.

I know that sounds

so pathetic, but...

What about you, what'd

you think of me?

- Of you?

- You can be honest you know,

I don't care, I'm just curious.

- I...

I thought you were handsome.

Can I see it?

- Sorry.

- Check it out.

Cyclops has a lady.

If ever there were two

people who shouldn't be

allowed to procreate.

- Maybe they're free.

- Right?

F*** it, models

don't need to talk.

Talking to you.

- What happened?

Okay, so you know

that list they posted

in the hallway, the

one on the school list,

which schools people

have gotten into?

- Yeah.

- Okay, well Justin Langsey

got into Pilgrim Mass.

- Oh yeah, that's the school

you're going to right?

- I mean at first I was

like I'll think about it,

but now I'm like f***

yeah, why not right?

But that's not

even the best part.

That's not even the best part.

I'm standing there

and I'm scanning

the list and all

of a sudden Justin

comes up and he

looks at the list,

so I point to my

name and I go hey,

looks like we're going

to the same school.

- All right.

- Smooth.

- Right, right?

Okay, so then he says nice,

I'll see you there, right?

Like he wants to

hang out, he thinks

it's nice or something,

you know what I mean?

- It's something.

- You know who I'm

talking about, Jill?

Number six, basketball team,

the nice ass?

- Yeah, we know.

- Oh my God, the things

I wanna do to that ass.

- We know.

- I wish I could

tell you, I mean

I've told you, but

oh God, I actually,

and this is great, I had a dream

the other night that

he came on my face...

- Would you shut the f*** up?

- What?

- I just don't wanna

hear about it is all.

- What are you talking about?

- I get that you

wanna have sex with

Justin, and that's

great, but I don't

know why I hear about ever

single f***ing detail.

- 'Cause it's guy talk.

- What?

- I mean we're

guys, we're talking,

I mean you tell me

about the girls.

- No, I don't though,

when do I do that?

- Right, you could

if you wanted to,

and I would listen

to you right because

that's how it goes,

that's what friendship is,

we talk, that's what

it is, I'd listen.

- All right, okay, yeah yeah,

you're in love with

a homophobic a**hole!

- Yeah, well you're in

love with a f***ing slut.

- What?

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- Since when

was I in this fight?

- Hold on, did

she ever tell you?

She ever really

told you why she got

shipped across the country?

Has she really

gone into it, huh?

- Can we not do this right now?

- Jill, I'm sorry, has

she ever gone into it?

All the 40 year old f***ing men,

skeezy, middle-aged

dudes that just

wanna f*** some

big-titted teenager.

- F*** you!

Seriously!

- And they still call

her too, you know that?

From 3,000 miles away,

and you know why?

- You're a piece of sh*t.

- 'Cause they know that

she's just that desperate.

- F*** you!

- Hey guys, stop, come on!

Come on!

- Soon as my parents

get back from Norway,

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