Archive for April, 2006

Part three for your Tuesday enjoyment.

Monday, April 17th, 2006

JON
I wanted everything to be perfect.

CAR. NIGHT

He’s silent driving. She’s looking at him.

JON
Could you get me a beer out of the glove compartment?

She opens it and takes one out.

HEATHER
(giggling)
They’re cold.
JON
(Serious)
But good.

HEATHER
Why do you drink and drive?

JON
I’m an American. From a time when that used to mean something.

HEATHER
What?

EXTERIOR SHOT.

The car stops. Her door opens.

INT. CAR. NIGHT

JON
You get home safe.

She can’t believe it.

HEATHER
(Wide eyed)
It’s five miles!

He puts his foot solidly on her hip and pushes her out.

EXT. STREETS OF SUBURBIA. NIGHT

He rolls the window down as he cruises.

JON (VOICE OVER)
The night with its cool air and midnight promise was mine alone…

 

Jon
Shag ass honey, you don’t wanna get on my bad side.

CUT TO:

He sets the bowl down and comes towards her.

CUT TO:

He throws her over hand into a wall.

CUT TO:

He has her by an arm and a leg and he’s spinning her. She’s laughing. He lets her fly into the corner of the ceiling.

CUT TO:

He trips her.

CUT TO:

Her body is straight and she’s face down. He’s dribbling her like a basket ball. Sh’s still laughing.

CUT TO:

He has a determined look on his face.

HALLWAY. DAY

The door opens. He walks her out. They look into the mattress covered den.

HEATHER
Did you do this just for our date?
JON
I wanted everything to be perfect.

RANCH STYLE HOUSE. DAY

The house has yellow siding and a one car garage.

INT. PADDED ROOM. DAY

A room that used to be a den is covered in mattresses - including the ceiling.

One of the mattresses is torn back revealing a window. Jon stands naked looking out. A girl is eating his ass.

They’re both teenagers.

Jon
Times like this, with a skank like you -
Heather
I am not a skank.

Jon continues to stare out the window.

Heather
(Before continuing)
Am I?

Jon
(Distant)
Oh yeah.

Heather joins him at the window.

Heather
Why is your room covered in mattresses?

Jon
Get me a bowl of cereal.

She turns her head and looks down.

Jon
Shag ass honey, you don’t wanna get on my bad side.


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