It’s only four in the morning, and I think I ran out of dreams

I never realized how hard it is to be a punk. Maybe if I knew someone else I could relate to I wouldn’t feel so alone, but unfortunately I haven’t met any punks at all. I showed up at the mall in plaid pants and I could tell that my friends didn’t really like my new image, since they are pretty girly. But I guess they were nice enough not to say anything about it.

After we had our picture taken, we decided on what movie to see. I’ve wanted to watch The Glass House ever since I saw the trailer a few weeks ago, but everybody wanted to see that Lance Bass movie. I think it was called On the Line or something like that. When I asked them what it was about, they were all like, “It’s a love story. See, Lance Bass meets a girl but then he loses her, so he tries to find her.” Ugh, sounds a lot like a really bad imitation of Serendipity (which was a good movie, for a love story). There was no way I would pay a hundred bucks for a movie with a bad actor and a depressing storyline, so I desperately tried to convince my friends that The Glass House would be a lot better to see.

“The Glass House is a suspense movie,” I began. “What’s so suspenseful about a love story? We all know that there can only be two endings to that. The first ending is that the girl will get the guy and vice versa. The second ending is that either one of them dies.”

My friends still insisted that a love story had more cliff-hanging thrill than a suspense movie.

“Aw, come on. We all know that actors can sing, but singers can’t act!” I retorted. “Remember Mariah Carey’s movie? Glitter? It was a box-office flop. There is no way I am going to waste my money on a sucky movie.”

Realization crept upon Angelica’s face, and I knew that I had won an ally. She’d been wanting to see The Glass House too, but until I convinced her otherwise she thought of giving On the Line a chance. Feeling a bit better now, both of us tried arguing one last time.

“It’s probably gonna be bo-ring,” I said in a sing-song voice. I looked pleadingly at Patsy; I know she doesn’t really like love stories. But then she goes wherever Michelle goes, and Michelle had her heart set on watching Lance Bass attempt to do some acting.

Oh well. At least someone was watching with me. The Glass House was really good; when it was done I sent them all an SMS saying, “The Glass House was very exciting! Hope you guys aren’t too bored.”

Nobody replied to my text until an hour later. “What’s happened to them, I wonder?” Angelica said, looking at my silent cellphone.

I shrugged. “They’re probably sleeping or something.”

Maricris told me that On the Line was a very good, exciting movie, but I had my doubts. The only thrilling parts in any romantic movie are the love scenes. But then, I’d rather see a good movie with a good storyline and some suspense than choreographed necking. Besides, the story of On the Line is kind of dumb. Even if I did meet the guy of my dreams and lose him by my stupidity, I wouldn’t plaster my face on a million posters just to find him again. That sounds really desperate and pathetic, like there aren’t a million other guys in the world. I had my chance, I was dumb enough to let him go and some things cannot be changed. I’d rather get a life and move on.

Then again, that wouldn’t make a very good movie. It’s reality, but it would be a box-office flop. There won’t be any love scenes for the hopeless romantics to sigh at.