The Perks of Being a Wallflower Page #4

So Sam tells me you wanna be a writer.

Yeah.

Don't you write poetry, Craig?

Poetry writes me. You know?

Let's get this party started.

That was fast.

You want another one?

Yeah.

All right.

Mr. Anderson?

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

Why do nice people choose

the wrong people to date?

Are we talking about anyone specific?

Well...

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Can we make them know

that they deserve more?

We can try.

- Hey.

- Hey, Sam. Didn't see you come in.

How's it goin'?

You wanna start work on

probability and statistics?

Yeah. Sure.

Page 291 in your book.

And I ordered you some breakfast.

The country breakfast.

Dad?

Can I have 30 dollars?

Twenty dollars?

What do you need 10 dollars for?

Sam's doing Secret Santa.

It's her favorite thing in the world.

Please?

Have fun.

Thanks.

Charlie.

This was my favorite book growing up.

This is my copy, but I want you to have it.

Thanks.

Have a great Christmas break.

You, too, Mr. Anderson.

Terrible stain.

That's pretty good, Charlie.

You gotta be kidding me.

If you fail me, you get me next semester.

C minus!

Ladies and gentlemen, I am below average!

- Below average!

- Below average!

Guys, 1210.

What?

No more applications! No more S.A.T.'s!

Thank you, Charlie!

All right. All right, guys, I got...

Multiple pairs of bluejeans.

This is a really tough one...

but I'm gonna have to guess Alice.

Wait.

Guys, a receipt! She actually paid!

I'm so touched!

Where's Craig?

Oh, he went home to Connecticut.

But he'll be back for New Year's Eve.

Sorry we won't be seeing him tonight.

All right, big brother by three weeks,

who's your Secret Santa?

I'll tell you, Sam.

This one's tough.

I have received a harmonica...

a Magnetic Poetry set...

a book about Harvey Milk...

and a mix tape with

the song "Asleep" on it twice.

I mean, I have no idea.

This collection of presents is so gay...

that I think I must have

given them to myself.

But despite that distinct possibility...

I'm gonna have to go with...

Drum roll.

Charlie.

Obviously.

Beautifully done.

All right, Charlie. It's your turn.

Okay.

Okey dokey.

I have received socks, pants,

a shirt and a belt.

I was ordered to wear

them all tonight, so...

Guessing my Secret Santa is Mary Elizabeth.

Now why do you say that?

You know, she bosses

people around sometimes.

Sorry.

- What the hell is wrong with you?

- Sorry.

You'll be surprised to know

that your Secret Santa is actually me.

Why all the clothes?

Well, all the great writers

used to wear great suits.

So your last present

is on a towel rack in the bathroom.

Delve into our facilities.

Emerge a star.

Perfect.

Will you hand these out while I'm gone?

Wait a second.

There's only Secret Santa presents.

There's rules.

Mary Elizabeth, why are you

trying to eat Christmas?

Hand them out, Sam.

All right. Mary Elizabeth. For you.

Alice.

Thanks.

Bob.

And this one's for me.

"Alice, I know you'll get into NYU."

Forty dollars to print

Punk Rocky in color next time.

He knows me.

He really knows me.

All right, Charlie.

Come on out.

Get out here, buddy.

Come on, Charlie. Charlie!

Don't be shy.

Come out, come out, wherever...

Yeah!

What a display of man I have never seen!

Where are we going?

It's a surprise.

Is this your room?

So cool.

Thanks.

You got me a present?

After all your help

on my Penn State application?

Of course I did.

Open it!

I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

I'm really sorry we can't

be here for your birthday.

No, that's okay. I'm just sorry

you have to go back and visit your dad.

I'm in such a good mood

I don't think even he could ruin it.

I feel like I'm finally doing good.

You are.

Well, what about you?

When I met you,

you were this scared freshman.

Now look at you in that suit.

You're like a sexy English schoolboy.

I saw Mary Elizabeth checking you out.

No.

Innocent.

Worst kinda guys.

Never see you coming.

And parents love you.

That's, like...

extra danger.

Yeah, well, it hasn't worked so far.

You've never had a girlfriend?

Not even like a second grade Valentine?

Nope.

Have you ever kissed a girl?

No.

What about you?

Have I ever kissed a girl?

No, no. Your first kiss.

I was 11.

His name was Robert.

He used to come over to

the house all the time.

Was he your first boyfriend?

He was my...

He was my dad's boss.

You know, Charlie, I used to sleep

with guys who treated me like sh*t.

And get wasted all the time.

But now I feel like...

I have a chance. Like...

I can even get into a real college.

It's true. You can do it.

You really think so?

My aunt had that same thing

done to her, too.

And she turned her life around.

She must have been great.

She was my favorite person in the world.

Until now.

Charlie...

I know that you know I like Craig.

But I want to forget about that

for a minute, okay?

Okay.

I just wanna make sure

that the first person who kisses you...

loves you.

Okay?

Okay.

I love you, Charlie.

I love you, too.

I wanna do Secret Santa forever!

Have a good time at your mom's.

Thanks. And, listen, Charlie.

Because your birthday's on Christmas Eve...

I figure you don't get that many presents?

I thought you should have my clock.

From the heart.

Thank you, Patrick.

Bye.

Have a good one, guys.

I love you guys!

Hey!

Look who's here.

- Come here, little sister.

- Hey, Chris.

Hey, honey.

Ma, you look so thin.

You. Look at you.

Charlie.

Come on, I got dinner ready.

- Happy birthday.

- Thanks.

Let's eat.

Make a wish, honey.

Can you see it, Charlie?

The luminaria is a landing strip

for Santa Claus.

Why don't you keep an eye out for him,

and I will be right back, okay?

Going to get your birthday present.

Hey.

God, I miss Mom's cooking.

You have no idea how good you have it.

I'm actually starting to hate pizza.

So how you liking school?

Well, I'm no braniac like you or Candace.

I'm doing okay.

Okay? You're playing in a bowl game.

How are you feeling, Charlie?

Good.

No, you know what I mean.

Is it bad tonight?

No.

I'm not picturing things anymore.

Or if I do, I can just shut it off.

Well, you know, Mom did say

that you have good friends now.

And maybe if it does get bad again...

you can just talk to them. Yeah?

Yeah.

Especially Sam. She's great.

I'm gonna ask her out at New Year's.

I think the time is right now.

- Body of Christ.

- Amen.

How long does this take to work?

Shovelin' snow?

I have to get this driveway clean.

And then...

I'm going to congratulate

you on being happy.

'Cause you deserve it.

You said that an hour ago.

Was that tonight?

Oh, I just...

saw this tree, but it was a dragon.

Then it was a tree again

and it just lied to me.

Okay, Charlie,

don't freak out. Give me this.

Calm down.

Look up.

Isn't it quiet?

Sam, do you think if people knew...

how crazy you really were,

no one would ever talk to you?

All the time.

So you wanna wear these glasses?

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