The Perks of Being a Wallflower Page #3

never been high before?

No. No, no, no.

My best friend, Michael,

his dad was a big drinker...

so he hated all that stuff.

Parties too.

Well, where is Michael tonight?

Oh, he shot himself last May.

I kinda wished he'd left a note.

You know what I mean?

Where's the bathroom?

It's up the stairs.

Thanks, Sam.

You're so nice.

Charlie.

Weird.

Charlie.

What...

Who was that kid?

Relax. Relax. He's a friend of mine.

Stay here.

I didn't see anything.

Yeah, I know you saw something,

but it's okay.

Okay, listen...

Brad doesn't want anyone to know.

Wait.

- Are you baked?

- Like a cake.

That's what Bob said.

And you can't have three on a match

because then they'd find us.

And everybody laughed

but I don't understand what's funny.

Okay, Charlie, listen.

I need you to promise...

that you're not gonna say anything

to anyone about me and Brad.

Okay? This has to be our little secret.

Our little secret. Agreed.

Okay.

Thank you.

We'll talk later.

I look forward to that big talk.

Can I have your cherry?

Isn't this the best milk shake ever, Alice?

It's even better than the first one.

Charlie just told me that

his best friend shot himself.

I don't think he has any friends.

Hey, everyone!

Everybody!

Everyone...

raise your glasses to Charlie.

- What did I do?

- You didn't do anything.

We just wanna toast to our new friend.

You see things.

And you understand.

You're a wallflower.

What is it? What's wrong?

I didn't think anyone noticed me.

Well, we didn't think

there was anyone cool left to meet.

So come on, everyone.

To Charlie.

To Charlie.

Welcome to the Island of Misfit Toys.

Oh, my God! What is this song?

Right? I have no idea.

Have you ever heard this before?

Never.

Patrick, we've gotta go through the tunnel.

Sam, it's freezing.

Patrick, It's the perfect song.

No. Mama Patrick says "No."

Patrick. It's Sam.

It's Sam speaking to you right now.

I'm begging you to do this for me.

I concede!

What is she doing?

Oh, don't worry. She does it all the time.

Turn it up!

You got it, your highness.

We can be heroes

Just for one day

I:

I will be king

And you

What?

I feel infinite.

And nothing

Will drive them away

We can be heroes

Just for one day

Dear friend...

I'm sorry I haven't written for a while...

but I've been trying

hard not to be a loser.

For example, I'm trying to participate...

by listening to Sam's collection

of big rock ballads...

and thinking about love.

Sam says they're kitschy and brilliant.

I completely agree.

I'm also writing essays

and studying extra books outside of class.

As it turns out, Mr. Anderson is a writer.

He even had a play put

up in New York once...

which I think is very impressive.

Great Gatsby?

He and his wife might go back there

after this year.

I know this is selfish,

but I really hope he doesn't.

My favorite time, though, is lunch...

because I get to see Sam and Patrick.

We spend the time working on

Mary Elizabeth's fanzine...

about music and

The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

It's called Punk Rocky.

Mary Elizabeth is really interesting...

because she's a Buddhist and a punk.

But somehow she always acts like my father

at the end of a long day.

Her best friend Alice loves vampires...

and wants to go to film school.

She also steals jeans from the mall.

I don't know why, because

her family is rich...

but I'm trying not to be judgmental.

Especially since I know that they

were all there for Patrick last year.

Patrick never likes to be serious...

so it took me a while to get what happened.

When he was a junior, Patrick started

seeing Brad on the weekends in secret.

I guess it was hard, too...

because Brad had to

get drunk every time they fooled around.

Then Monday in school, Brad would say...

"Man, I was so wasted I

don't remember a thing."

This went on for seven months.

When they finally did it,

Brad said he loved Patrick.

Then he started to cry.

No matter what Patrick did...

Brad kept saying that

his dad would kill him.

And saying that he was going to hell.

Patrick was eventually

able to help Brad get sober.

I asked Patrick if he felt sad...

that he still had to keep it a secret.

And he said "No," because at least now...

Brad doesn't have to get drunk to love him.

I think I understand,

because I really like Sam.

I asked my sister about her...

and she said that when

Sam was a freshman...

the upperclassmen used to

get her drunk at parties.

I guess she had a reputation.

But I don't care.

I'd hate for her to judge me based on

what I used to be like.

So I've been making her

a mix tape so she'll know how I feel.

Oh, sh*t!

- C!

- C!

- Give me a K!

- K!

- Give me a Y!

- Y!

What's that spell?

Rocky!

I can't hear you!

Rocky!

One more time!

Rocky!

Whatever happened

to Fay Wray?

She went ape-sh*t.

That delicate

Satin-draped frame

As it clung to her thigh

How I started to cry

'Cause I wanted to be dressed

just the same

Give yourself over

To absolute pleasure

Swim the warm waters

Of sins of the flesh

Erotic nightmares

Beyond any measure

And sensual daydreams

To treasure forever

Can't you just see it?

Don't dream it

Be it

That picture is gorgeous, Craig.

What did you use?

Oh, I know. Thank you.

Color film,

but black and white paper for printing.

Yeah. My professor gave me an A...

but for all the wrong reasons.

Most of them are idiots.

You'll see what I mean

when you get to college.

How'd your S.A.T.'s go, by the way?

Yeah, I hope so.

So-

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

But I got my S.A.T. results back.

Oops.

You can take them again, you know.

Yeah, it's just,

if I'm going to Penn State main campus...

I have to do much better.

I wish I would have studied freshman year.

It's a bit of a mess.

I'll help you study for the next one.

Will you?

Yeah. Of course.

Thanks, Charlie.

What's this?

It's just a mix tape. No big deal.

My parents have a good stereo, so...

It's all about that night in the tunnel.

I couldn't find that song

that we were listening to...

but, you know, I'm still

searching for it, so yeah.

That's okay.

These are great.

Nick Drake.

The Shaggs.

You have really good taste, Charlie.

Really?

Yeah.

Way better than me as a freshman.

I used to listen to the worst Top 40.

- No.

- Yeah, I did.

Then I heard this old song.

"Pearly Dewdrops' Drop."

And I thought someday I'd be at a

party in college or something...

and I'd look up and see

this person across the room.

And from that moment, I'd know...

everything was going to be okay.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

I hope it works out.

I don't know.

Craig would be

a big step up from her last boyfriend.

Yeah, no sh*t.

Who could forget Mr. Car Wash Loser?

I just hope she can stop playing dumb

with these guys.

I keep telling her, "Don't

make yourself small."

Can't save anybody.

Excuse me.

Man, your mix is morbidly sad, kid.

How about something

a little bit more upbeat?

Let's just see.

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