The Perks of Being a Wallflower Page #3

"Asleep." It's from Louder than Bombs.

I heard it on Ponytail Derek's mix tape.

Oh, that works on so many levels.

I can make you guys a copy if you want.

- What about Eides? You love Eides, right?

- Yeah, of course. They're great.

Not a band, Charlie.

It's a record store downtown.

Things sound so much better on vinyl.

You know, I used to be popular

before Sam got me some good music.

So you be careful.

She'll ruin your life forever.

That's okay.

- Hey, Nothing.

- Hey, Nothing.

Let it go! Jesus!

It's an antique joke. It's over.

So what are you gonna do when you

get outta this place?

Well, my Aunt Helen said

I should be a writer...

but I don't know what I'd write about.

You could write about us.

Yeah! Call it Slut and the Falcon.

Make us solve crimes.

You guys seem really happy together.

How long have you been

boyfriend and girlfriend?

He's not my boyfriend. He's my stepbrother.

My mom finally left my worthless dad...

and married his nice dad

when we moved here.

But she's not bitter or anything.

Make no mistake.

Absolutely not. Charlie, I'm not a bulimic.

- I'm a bulim-ist.

- I'm sorry, I don't know what that is.

She just really believes in bulimia.

I love bulimia!

Hey. Thanks for paying, Charlie.

Oh, no problem. Thank

you guys for the ride.

Maybe I'll see you around in school?

- God, would you turn it down? You're gonna make us deaf.

- So be it. It's rock and roll.

Bye, Charlie!

- Bye, Charlie.

- Okay, bye.

Your mom says,

"Don't go to Columbia with Candace, Derek."

- Shut...

- "Don't go to Columbia!"

Do you always want to

be a mama's boy, Derek?

I am not a mama's boy!

You are, because

every single time I go to your house...

Every single time!

Shut up, Candace!

You just stand there

like a little b*tch dog.

No. Charlie...

Charlie, just go. I can handle it.

Just don't wake up Mom and Dad.

Hey! Look who's here.

Welcome home, Aunt Helen.

Look at you guys.

Dressed so nice.

Hey, Candace.

What are you doing?

Look, I egged him on. You saw it.

He's never hit me before, and I promise

you, he will never hit me again.

Like Aunt Helen's boyfriends?

Charlie, this is Ponytail Derek.

I can handle him.

Do you trust me?

Please, don't tell Mom and Dad.

Oh, my God, they're playing good music!

Holy sh*t. Holy sh*t! They are!

They're playing good music.

- Living room routine.

- Living room routine.

- Yes.

- Yes!

Excuse us. Excuse me. Pardon.

Sorry.

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

Poor old Johnny Ray

Sounded sad upon the radio

Moved a million hearts

in mono

Our mothers cried

- Sang along, who'd blame them?

- Come on, Eileen

Too-rye-loo-rye,

Too-rye-loo-rye-ay

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