Screws Fall Out All the Time

"Screws fall out all the time. The world's an imperfect place."

"Gloria! Quit it," yelled my best friend Samantha!

"Sorry," I replied. "I can't help it."

"Well just because you've seen the movie 600 times, doesn't mean the rest of us have," Samantha said.
Samantha, Brian, Angela, and me were watching The Breakfast Club, and Sam was right. I had seen the movie at least 600 times. I knew the entire movie by heart and had an annoying habit of saying the lines along with the movie. Even if I didn't say them out loud, I always thought them in my head.
"Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to."I started to say, but Samantha cut me off.
"God dammit Glor! Stop," she yelled at me for about the thousandth time.
"Oh come on. It's the best line. Besides 'Could you describe the ruckus sir?' and 'How come Andrew gets to get up. If Andrew gets up we'll all get up, it'll be Anarchy.' Oh and of course 'So are you guys like boyfriend/ girlfriend.'
"Gloria your pathetic. You know that right," interrupted Brian?
"Yeah. I do," I admitted with a smile on my face.
"Well as long as you realize it," he said.
"Well the movie's over anyway," said Angela.
"Thank god," said Samantha. "I wish I never got you the friggin DVD for your Birthday."
I just laughed. I knew that they were right. I was a loser who quoted movies, but I didn't care.
"I have to be heading home anyway," said Brian.
"Yeah me too," said Angela.
"We'll call you tomorrow," promised Brian. "But if we watch a movie, it's gonna be one Gloria hasn't seen before."
"I agree," said Samantha.
"Fine. Have it your way," I said laughing. "See ya guys tomorrow."
They waved goodbye and got in Brian's car.
"You leaving too," I asked Samantha?
"Yeah, I guess," she answered. "But why don't you come sleep over," she asked?
"Alright. Lemme just go get some shit together. I'll be right over," I said.
"Okay. See ya in a few," she said, as she walked out the door. She only lived down the street so it's not like she had a long walk.
I ran into my room and pulled my over night bag out of the closet. I shoved sweatpants and a T-shirt in it, along with my CD case, brush, toothbrush, and a clean change of clothes for tomorrow.
"Mom," I yelled up the stairs. No answer. I yelled again. Still no answer. I didn't feel like walking up stairs so I just left a note.
Just as I was about to walk out the door I remembered to bring my CD player. Sam's was broken, so I ran back into the house, quickly unplugged it and headed out the door again.