“And you told me not to call you sweetheart,” He stared back at her with a grin. “Thanks for slapping the shit outta me kid—” He hesistated, remembering the night he’d tried coming on to Alice, “I deserved it…you should of kicked me in the junk too.” He laughed slightly, digging his hands into his pockets as the cool air continued to mod the night. “I’m happy your my friend Wonderland,” He confessed, “I know you don’t give a shit about other people—but it seems like you care about me a little—and that’s cool. Other than you, and Good, and Carole—I don’t think anyone sees me the way you guys do.” He deflowered a fourth red rose, tossing its stem on the ground, “If you ever get outta here Wonderland—and if you ever make movies and act in them like you want to—can I come to? I’m a hell of a singer and actor too yanno.”
“I still might, don’t give me any incentive.” Alice smiled dryly. “Your face hurt my hand though, you ass.” She paused for moment, as he continued. “I’m glad you’re my friend too.” And she meant it. He got her humor, something almost everyone else missed. She could talk to him, better than any of the doctors or nurses in here. ”As long as you don’t steal my spotlight.” She sighed, “I don’t even really care about being famous, I just want to be someone different.”