Mysterious Skin Page #2
of the park for your poor,
hard-working mom?
So you're gonna get a ride
home with Coach, right?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
You're mine and I love you
and don't you ever forget it.
Boy, were you
on fire tonight!
It's the best
you've ever played!
Thanks, Coach.
Hey, can we play some more of
those game cartridges tonight?
Sure we can.
But I gotta show
you something first.
Ew.
I look stupid in this one.
No.
You look perfect.
Your expression.
Like you're having
a wonderful dream.
Neil, I've been thinking
a lot about you this week.
I'm hungry.
Sure.
You want a pizza?
I might have something
here you'd like.
Whoa!
What'll it be, little buddy?
My mom never buys
these things.
She says they're a
big waste of money.
Let's eat then.
Which one do you want?
I don't know,
what are you having?
Corn pops.
Then I'll have uh...
Cocoa Krispies.
Sh*t.
Sorry.
You do one.
Whew!
Here we go.
I like you, Neil.
I like you so much.
When I really, really
like someone...
...there's a way I
show them how I feel.
Shhh.
Angel.
kissing someone like this.
Don't ever let anyone
tell you that it's wrong.
It happened.
That's what I told myself.
It just happened.
And after it was over,
I looked down...
at the mess on the floor.
It was like a kaleidoscope
had shattered.
And when I swallowed, the taste
of Coach's tongue seared my mouth.
You liked it.
It's okay that you liked it.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Do you know him
or something?
I met Wendy Peterson
when I was ten.
She was eleven, one grade
ahead of me in school.
What are you doing?
Damn. No razor.
You're insane.
If I wasn't queer we would
have ended up having...
sloppy teenage sex and
getting pregnant...
contributing more f***ed up,
unwanted kids to society.
But instead, she
became my soulmate.
And...one true
partner in crime.
Let's kidnap him.
His mom says we're
supposed to take him home.
Where are you taking me?
A house with lots
and lots of candy.
Goody.
Beeewaaaaaaare.
Bewaaaare.
Bewaaare.
These are the eyes of the
Axe Murderer's victims.
- Come on, Satan.
- Hurry up, Chicken.
I never much cared
for Halloween,
but this particular year,
I couldn't shake the feeling...
that something
horrible was gonna happen.
And there was nothing
I could do to stop it.
Wait outside for me.
I'll be done in a minute.
You hold him while
I go get something.
- What are we gonna do?
- Have some fun.
- What's the matter, Satan?
- What did you say, Punk?
What a loser!
Loser!
Loser!
Brian?
Brian?
I thought that was you.
Lie down.
Lie down, retard.
What are you doing?
Shut up!
Shut up, or we'll kill you.
Point the beam over here.
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