Boys in the Trees Page #2

Oh, sh*t! I'm late for work.

Skip it.

- Wait.

- Some of us gotta earn a buck.

Yeah, like daddy wouldn't

buy you anything you asked for.

What's wrong? You scared the baby birds

are all grown up and leaving the nest?

Poor Jango.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Move! I've got graveyard shift.

Then you're... right where you need to be.

Boys! We're moving out. Get up.

Quicker! Let's go.

- Trick or treat.

- -Hey, Deirdre, you coming?

Hey, you okay?

Are you trying to kill me?

Oh, f***!

Why can't you arseholes leave me alone?

You don't own the park.

Shouldn't you be with your wolves

gang-banging some mental defective...

...from the drama class?

- At least I got mates.

- Yeah, I'm sure they're awesome...

- ...once you get to know them.

- Yeah, they are.

Then why are you here?

You're bleeding.

Oh, sh*t!

- Still gullible.

- Oh, you f***er!

And then you wonder why nobody likes you.

- Got anything to eat?

- Do I look like a servo?

- You must have scored trick or treating.

- It's kids stuff, man.

- We're kids.

- Well, you, maybe.

Right. I forgot, gramps.

That's why you're dressed as teen wolf.

And what are you supposed to be?

Your mum?

What? Jonah. Hey!

Hey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Wasn't cool. You can hit me if you want.

One free hit, anywhere you want.

Walk me home.

I'm not gonna hit you.

You're gonna walk me home instead.

Get f***ed. I'm not going anywhere with you.

Maybe I have a concussion.

Maybe I'll get lost.

Maybe I'll fall and never wake up.

Or maybe, you owe me...

...old pal.

If I knew they were coming,

I'd have baked a cake.

Fine, but we're going now. Alright? Move it.

- But aren't we gonna say hello first?

- Hurry it up, d*ckhead.

Hey. Notice where we are?

A bridge?

Not just any bridge.

The bridge over Cocytus.

Where the veils are thin...

...and once we cross,

we leave the mortal realm.

Once we cross, we leave the mortal realm.

And enter the world of enchantment,

where we see things as they really are.

Where dreams are true.

Stories too.

I miss that game.

Everything was simpler then.

- And boring.

- "Boring"?

We saw zombies and ghosts and werewolves.

- I was never bored.

- It was just a stupid game.

It was kids, trying to spook each other

with a bunch of fairy tales...

...and chickenshit dares.

Well, let's play again.

- We're not kids anymore.

- We're not grown-ups either.

Not yet. And besides...

...I have something to show you.

Believe me, there's nothing you could

show me that I'd possibly give a sh*t about.

You sure about that?

Your head still hurt?

Excruciating.

This thing that you wanted to show me,

it'd better blow my mind, alright?

It's a promise.

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