FADE IN: on a street stoop.
She: It’s just a rough time, man. My family sucks. I feel forced to go home like I’m suppose to, like society is telling me so.
She takes a drag of her cigarette.
He: You don’t have to go, already.
She: Yeah right and suffer the slings of my father’s wrath. He’ll blow an artery if I don’t show up.
He looks away.
He: I don’t know, you keep going on about this.
She: I just need to talk and you need to listen.
He: I’m trying!
She: Don’t be like that! I need a friend right now.
He takes her cigarette and has a drag, agitated.
He: You’re not the only one suffering, Jaz.
She: Yeah well, let me suffer right now and you can suffer in 15 minutes. Please.
He: //Stop it.
He: Knock it off!
Her laugh turns into a cough.
She: I need love.
He: We all need love, the whole world needs it, the entire universe does, OK?
He looks her hard.
He: OKAY?!! This world is hurling into a huge crash, it’s a matter of time before life as we know it explodes for good so we can start over and forget this, this ever happened —
She: Hey! It’s not 15 minutes yet.
She punches him playfully.
He: Fine. Your dad — blah, blah, BLAH!
She: You’re an asshole. Do I go home or what?
He: BLAH, BLAH, BLUE, BLAH, BLUM, BAHAH, BLAH BLAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
She: He might give me money…
He: Oh yeah? How can you be sure.
She: If I go home.