Note: This is before Scott meets anyone. Like Stephen, or Neil, or Wallace. I know a few readers were confused about this. I'm sorry for the confusion. Also, Scott doesn't necessarilly act like the Scott now because, well...he didn't meet Envy yet, or Julie, or Wallace, or Stephen, or meet back up with Kim or Lisa. A lot of how Scott acts now is because of what he's been through. If you remember the flash backs in comic he was more mello'd out and more focused on video games than anything and more prone to get into fights or swear. Also, I suck at portraying him in first person. I wanted to make him seem stupid, but not have the entire chapter be just things to prove he's stupid, you know? So...long story short, Scott hasn't met Julie or Wallace or Stephen or Knives yet and he hasn't been hurt emotionally yet. And everyone acts a little more different because they're not associated with each other yet. And I suck.
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Prologue
Moving to Toronto was possibly one of the most upsetting things to happen to me in a long time. I had to break up with Kim. I had to leave my friends. I was going to a completely different area. This sucks! It really really sucks! But of course, it didn't suck as bad as it was going to once I was out of high school.
Scott Pilgrim Vs. His family.
"Scott! Scott are you going to find a job, or at least a girlfriend?" father hollered down to me. I groaned, letting my head fall back on the couch.
"I have a job dad! I have…a job." I paused the video game, rubbing my temples.
"What job is that? Letting your ass fuse to the fibers of the couch? Nice try kiddo, you might want to try and get paid for it." He came down, his hands on his hips. He's been harking at me ever since I got out of high school to get a job. Heck, even when I was in high school he's been on my case about it. Why can't I just…relax for a bit?
"I'm looking dad, I really am." I looked at him, disappointed that we had to have this talk again.
"You haven't opened up a phone book in almost a month Scott, and that was only to order pizza. If you don't find a job soon-"
"You know what? Fine! I'll find my own place to live if you're going to keep being a dick about it, ok? Is that what you want?" I threw my hands in the air, the controller falling off my lap. I was bluffing. I wanted him to say Oh no, Scott you don't have to move out, I just, ok ok take your time in finding a job. But the smile on his face made me stop. Oh no…no! No! He wasn't going to agree with it! He wasn't going to say it was fine!
"Good for you Scott, finally moving out huh? I wish you the best. In a matter of fact," he tossed me the newspaper that was tucked under his arm. "There are apartments listed in here for cheap. If you want to, we'll help get you started and you can move in and find a job right away. Good luck boy." Turning he headed off back upstairs, whistling. I stared at the newspaper in my lap with doom.
He did. He really did. He gave me the ok to move out! What kind of parent did that to their kid? Tossing this newspaper to me was like throwing my stuff out on the lawn and locking the doors and boarding the windows up so I couldn't get back in. What a jerk! This sucks so much!
