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:::In Heat:::
Summary: Best friends find themselves questioning their friendships after graduation from high school.
Cast: 4 F, 3 M (No room for extras)
Length: 20-30 minutes
Sample scene:
Scene 3
(The next morning. FAITH sits on the couch in the basement. She is zoned out in front of the TV. MARK enters.)
MARK. Bailey?
FAITH. Not here.
MARK. Oh. (pauses) You know where he is?
FAITH. Probably wiping up the tears of Princess Perfect.
MARK. He told me to meet him this morning.
FAITH. He’s out. Trying to get a hold of Julie. She’s not doing so well.
MARK. I don‘t know if she‘ll ever be okay with it. (pauses) Can I sit down?
FAITH. Do what you want.
MARK. About yesterday, look, I’m sorry.
FAITH. Sorry about what? I’m totally over it.
MARK. Really?
FAITH. Yes. Really. You’re not that much of a stud Mark.
MARK. Well, what I wanted to say is that, if you wanted to try to make it work, maybe we could-
FAITH. She rejected you didn’t she?
MARK. Huh?
FAITH. This Claire girl. She told you to fuck off.
MARK. Those weren’t her exact words, but yeah. She said she’s changed too much for us to be together anymore.
FAITH. So, the ex won’t take you back and now you come crawling back to me.
MARK. I’m not crawling. Fuck you. I just thought-
FAITH. You just thought that any pussy is better than no pussy.
MARK. You’re putting words in my mouth-
FAITH. Someone has to. You don’t seem to have an original thought in your head.
MARK. Me? What about you? You sound like every other rebellious teen I’ve heard of. I mean, why the hell were you attracted to me in the first place? Because I dress like this? Because I don’t care if your brother’s a fag? Because I don’t give a shit about your appearance or mine? Is that it? Because, fuck Faith, I don’t think you know anything about me.
FAITH. (pauses) You’re right. I don’t. But, I think we felt something. A connection if you will.
MARK. A connection?
FAITH. Yeah, when I saw you sitting there yesterday, I thought, hey, there’s a guy who may understand me. And it’s not because I like your clothes, your hair, your make-up or your stupid beliefs. It’s because I believe we’re alike, you and I, and we can help each other.
MARK. Help each other do what?
FAITH. Change. Become the people we’re supposed to become.
MARK. So, we help each other grow? And then what? What happens if we hate who we’ve grown into?
FAITH. Then there’s always rehab.
(They smile at each other as the lights fade)