Closet Monster Page #3

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- How am I supposed to know? I

don't know anything about him.

- Thanks for the shirt.

Hi.

- Uh...

He had to borrow my shirt.

- Oh.

Ohh...

- Just turn a little...

- Like this? Yeah.

That?

- You're slaying a sea monster.

- I hate you!

- A sea monster is going to jump

out of that water and you have to kill it!

- Out of that water?

- That's your motivation.

- Like that?

- Yeah... Yes, perfect.

- So is he into you?

- I don't think so.

- I dunno, there was something

about the way that

he was looking at you...

- He was wearing sunglasses.

- You know you should try being

more aloof. I feel like

you're always just

a little bit too eager

when you first meet someone.

It's kind of a turn off.

- F*** you.

- Just trying to help.

- Oh yeah, camera loves you.

Thanks for doing this.

- Just don't forget me

when you're famous.

So when do you find out about New York?

- Uh, sometime in the next

couple of months I guess?

- OK, good, because

my dad just put down first

and last month's rent

on that flea-bag Brooklyn apartment last

night, and the garbage chute is yours

if you want it.

- F*** you! No way, that's awesome!

Roommates. Wow.

Do you think you're going to be able to

stop yourself from making out with me?

F*** you! NO! No!

No! No more! No more!

No more. No more.

OK, one more.

What did you get

on your last math test?

100? -:
Yeah, but it was

just a multiplication test.

- Wow!

- That should go on the fridge.

- Yeah, for sure.

I don't think I ever

got 100 on a math test.

- I'm 18. I don't need

to be tucked in.

- I wasn't gonna ask, but, um...

- This may seem a bit weird;

do you remember

that fur hat I used to wear

when you were a kid?

- Nope.

- Well, your father says

he couldn't find it

but I know it's there.

It would mean a lot to have it

back. It was Nan's.

I'm sorry. Never mind.

Good night, Skeet.

- Later, klepto.

- Right in...

There we go.

Ugh...

Jesus Christ!

- Come here. Come here,

you little f***er.

OK...

Mm...

- Hey...

- I want you.

- What?

Your charming, lovable,

handsome father...

- I think someone wants you. -...is waiting

for you at the front of the store.

Oscar Madly please come to the

front of the store. Oscar Madly.

- Oh, my God.

- Oscar! Oscar!

Have you seen Oscar? There he

is. Let's go, let's go!

What do you want?

What? I've been waiting

outside for half an hour!

I told you I was off at 8:00.

Well, I can't pick you up at 8:00.

I have a date.

- How was I supposed

to know that?

- Because we talked about it.

I told you last night!

- No, you didn't.

- You're going to find

your own way home.

- Fine!

- What do I have to do

To make you forgive me

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