CHAPTER 20
That night I dream about Bruce Willis and me together on an asteroid. We’re arguing about who will stay behind and become the savior of the world. I jump up with a start right before I blow myself up. Hee-Man’s already awake and looking at me sheepishly.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks, and the first wave of mortification sweeps over me when I see his eyes.
He’s afraid of me.
“Yeah,” I grumble. I know I owe my friend some sort of apology. I was kind of a monster last night, but I don’t know how to admit it. “Did you finish the movie?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “I already knew how it was going to end.”
I feel bad but what can I say? I’m no good at this, no good at pretending to be happy when I’m imprisoned and about to stand trial for my life. “Well,” I begin, “maybe tonight
