Summer Gone – Act 2, Scene 1

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THE SCENE OPENS IN FRONT OF A LARGE FENCE WITH A BIG WOODEN SIGN ATTACHED TO IT. THE FENCE IS MEANT TO BE IN FRONT OF A SWIMMING POOL. THE SOUNDS OF SPLASHING AND CHILDREN LAUGHING CAN BE HEARD IN THE BACKGROUND. THE SIGN HAS BEEN PAINTED WHITE AND HAS BIG RED LETTERS HAND-PAINTED ON. THE SIGN READS:

POOL RULES:

 

  • NO RUNNING OR ROUGH PLAY ALLOWED
  • NO DIVING ALLOWED
  • NO FOOD OR DRINK ALLOWED IN OR AROUND THE POOL
  • NO PERSON UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF ALCOHOL MAY USE THE POOL
  • OPEN TO RESIDENTS ONLY
  • NO ANIMALS ALLOWED IN THE POOL
  • BASKETBALL SHORTS, JEANS, SWEATERS, AND ALL TYPES OF NON-SWIMMING ATTIRE ARE NOT ALLOWED IN THE POOL
  • THE MAXIMUM NUMBER OF SWIMMERS ALLOWED IN THE POOL AT ONCE IS 12
  • THE POOL IS OPEN FROM 10AM TO 6PM
  • DO NOT DISTRACT THE LIFEGUARD WHILE THEY ARE ON DUTY

 

 

TRAVIS, KYLE, JOHN, AMBER, AND JULIE ARE SITTING ON A PARK BENCH NEAR THE FENCE TO THE POOL. TRAVIS AND KYLE ARE READING THE SIGN; AMBER AND JULIE ARE QUIETLY TALKING TO EACH OTHER. BOBBY AND MIKE WALK UP HOLDING SOME GROCERY BAGS. BOBBY DROPS HIS BAGS TO THE GROUND AND WALKS UP TO THE SIGN.

BOBBY: What the hell is this?! [AMBER AND JULIE QUIET AS BOBBY READS THE SIGN] No food or drinks near the pool. Residents only? Did anyone see them put this up?

KYLE: Nah man, it was already up when we got here.

BOBBY [READING]: Son of a bitch…Travis! Dude, this is literally all the shit you did last year.

[John and Kyle start laughing loudly]

AMBER: What? What, I don’t get it?

JOHN: It’s nothing, just…last year, Travis raised hell here.

TRAVIS: No, no, that’s not true, don’t put it all on me, man. It was everybody.

KYLE: It was mostly you dude. [John starts laughing again].

JOHN[to Amber]:  There was this lifeguard here named Sonya. And everyday he’d jump in and sink down pretending to drown so that she’d have to dive in and drag him out.

AMBER: How’d he do that?

TRAVIS: Ugh, it’s easy, you just blow out all the air in your lungs and you end up sinking like a stone. It hurts after a little bit, but she always jumped in before anything happened.

[MIKE JOINS BOBBY NEAR THE SIGN AND THEY BOTH START READING IT]

JOHN: Not that one time.

TRAVIS: Yeah, that could’ve gone bad.

JULIE: Why, what happened?

KYLE: He was shit-faced and fell into the pool fully clothed.

AMBER [LAUGHING]: Oh my god, are you serious?

TRAVIS: Yeah, haha. I had a hoodie and jeans on. Still had my sneakers on too. She figured I was faking again and didn’t jump in. That time sucked; I really did almost drown.

MIKE [TO BOBBY]: Why would they have no animals on here?

BOBBY: Cause he jumped into the pool with my dog and it pissed in there.

MIKE: Ugh, really? When was that?

TRAVIS: That was one of the last times we went. You might’ve been working; you started working near the end of Summer, right? [MIKE NODS. TRAVIS LOOKS TO AMBER AND JULIE] But these guys are just trying to act innocent, they were there with me everyday. The thing with the dog was John’s idea! [TRAVIS POINTS TO JOHN AND HE STARTS LAUGHING AGAIN]

JOHN: Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d actually do it.

Travis [to Bobby]: Dude, I’m really sorry. I didn’t think anything like this would happen.

BOBBY: Eh, don’t worry about it I guess. But we might be fucked out of the pool. It says residents only now.

TRAVIS: Well hey man, we can try. If they throw us out, then they throw us out, alright. Don’t worry about it.

THE OTHERS LOOK TOWARD STAGE-LEFT AS TWO MORE PEOPLE WALK UP–ADAM AND MICHELE. THEY’RE BOTH WEARING CLOTHES OVER THEIR SWIMWEAR AND HAVE GROCERY BAGS IN THEIR HANDS. ADAM HAS A TOWEL OVER HIS SHOULDER. THEY DROP THEIR BAGS AND ADAM SHAKES HANDS WITH ALL THE GUYS. MICHELE WAVES EXCITEDLY TO EVERYONE AND SITS ON TOP THE PICNIC TABLE IN A VERY HAPPY, EXCITED MOOD.

ADAM: How’s everything going guys?

KYLE: Never better man, yourself?

ADAM: It’s going great! [to Amber and Julie] You guys are new, have we ever met?

JOHN: Oh shit, sorry about that. Yeah, this is Adam and his girlfriend Michele. Those two over there are Bobby and Mike [points to Bobby and Mike].

JULIE[timidly waves to them]: Hi…

JOHN: This is Amber and her friend Julie. [Everyone mutters hellos and how’s it goings]

TRAVIS[sitting down]: Hey Amber, did you ever give my number to your manager.

AMBER[looking to John in a panicky smile]: Uhh…I don’t uhh…

JOHN[to Amber]: Don’t worry about it. [to Travis] Dude, don’t be an asshole.

TRAVIS[thrown back, surprised]: What?! What’d I say?

JOHN: You know what you’re doing man, knock it off.

TRAVIS: Wow dude, I asked a question. I can’t ask a question?

[ADAM TAKES MICHELE’S HAND AND HELPS HER OFF THE TABLE. THEY MOVE IN FRONT OF EVERYONE ELSE]

ADAM: Hey guys, we wanted to come and tell you all something.

JOHN[To Travis]: Just stop dude [TURNS AND FACES ADAM AND MICHELE. TRAVIS THROWS HIS HANDS UP IN A QUESTIONING MANNER, AS IF TO SAY “WHATEVER”]

ADAM: So our six month anniversary was yesterday, and to celebrate, well…

Michele [jumping]: He proposed!!!

[THE GROUP IS SURPRISED AND QUIET FOR A SECOND. KYLE BREAKS THE SILENCE AND GIVES MICHELE AND ADAM A HUG]

KYLE: That’s awesome guys! Congratulations!

[JOHN AND BOBBY GO TO ADAM AND GIVE QUICK HUGS, EACH SAYING CONGRATULATIONS, AND AMBER AND JULIE GO TO LOOK AT THE RING. TRAVIS AND MIKE ARE WAITING IN BACK: MIKE WITH A NONCHALANT LOOK AND TRAVIS LOOKING VERY CONFUSED. MICHELE IS SHOWING THE RING OFF TO EVERYONE]

KYLE [to Adam]: How’d you do it?

ADAM: We were at her parents house.

JOHN: Oh, you proposed in front of them?

ADAM: No, no, we were in her room.

MICHELE: Yeah, they don’t know yet.

[BOBBY LOOKS AROUND THE BAGS FOR A MOMENT AND OPENS A FEW OF THEM]

BOBBY: Oh dammit, I gotta run back to the house and grab the burgers. I’ll be right back. [STARTS TO WALK AWAY]

TRAVIS: I’ll go with you. [AS HE WALKS BY ADAM AND MICHELE, HE TURNS TO THEM FOR A MOMENT] Uh…congrats guys. That’s awesome.

[BOBBY AND TRAVIS WALK OFF STAGE]

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Summer Gone – Act 1, Scene 3

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Act 1, Scene 3

[SCENE OPENS ON A SIDEWALK IN FRONT OF A PARK. A BOY [Bobby] IS STANDING ALONE IN THE ORANGE LIGHT OF A STREET LAMP. HE’S WEARING EXPENSIVE, SKATER-TYPE CLOTHES.
TRAVIS SLOWLY WALKS OVER, HANDS IN HIS POCKETS. HIS SHOULDERS ARE HUNCHED AND HE IS MUMBLING SOMETHING TO HIMSELF. HIS BODY IS STILL TENSE FROM THE CONFRONTATION WITH HIS MOTHER]

BOBBY: Hey dude, what’s up?

[They shake hands]

TRAVIS [visibly upset]: Hey man.

BOBBY: Is everything alright man? You look a little pissed about something.

TRAVIS: Eh, it’s nothing. I just had it out with my Mom again. Have you been waiting long?

BOBBY: Not really; just a few minutes. Is it cool if we hang out here a bit though? My Dad’s on the phone with my Mom back at the apartment.

TRAVIS [shrugs]: Yeah, no problem.

BOBBY: So what was it about?

TRAVIS: Huh?

BOBBY: What were you guys fighting about?

TRAVIS: Uh, nothing really, just the same old shit. She keeps getting on me to get a job.

BOBBY: Yeah, um…some of us have actually been meaning to talk to you about that…

TRAVIS: What?

BOBBY: It’s just that…I don’t know dude…you’re always borrowing money or asking for rides and shit.

TRAVIS [raising his voice]: What? What are you talking about; I take the fuckin’ bus everywhere?

BOBBY: No, not all the time man.

TRAVIS[turning around and walking in tense circles]: C’mon man, I get it at home non-stop, now it’s coming from you guys?

BOBBY: It’s just become kind of a hassle. I mean, you’re gonna be 17 soon, shouldn’t you be looking for summer work anyway? You had that cleaning job last year at the Rec Center, right?

[TRAVIS BENDS DOWN AND PICKS UP A HANDBALL OFF THE GROUND. HE STARTS PASSING IT TO BOBBY AND THEY PASS IT BACK AND FORTH AS THEY TALK]

TRAVIS: No way dude, I’m not doing that again.

BOBBY: Why not?

TRAVIS: I told you what happened, didn’t I? [Bobby shakes his head “No” and Travis starts to smile] Oh, dude, I’m on my last week, right. They have me cleaning the baseboard of the gym with a damn toothbrush. You remember how the gym is right next to the entrance to the showers? Well, I’m on my hands and knees scrubbing at the baseboard when the gym doors fly open and these two old women come running in, butt naked.

BOBBY [laughing]: What? [Travis shakes his head “Yes”] How old were they?

TRAVIS: Old, dude. Really old and really naked. I saw fuckin’ everything.

BOBBY [squirming]: Oh man, what the hell’d they do that for?

TRAVIS: So I guess one of their friends had had an accident in the shower. Just straight-up shit right there in the public shower. They came running into the gym looking for someone and didn’t realize they were still naked.

BOBBY: Ugh, dude. Did you have to clean the shower too?

TRAVIS: Fuck no dude! I never went in. I just left and quit since it was the last week anyways. But this kid I’d been working with, Jim, he told me later that the floor of the shower was literally brown and muddy with old lady shit.

BOBBY: Oh man, that’s disgusting.

TRAVIS: Yeah, so I’m not doing that job again.

BOBBY: No, I hear you man, makes sense. But you gotta do something.

TRAVIS: What about you; why aren’t you looking for anything?

BOBBY: My mom doesn’t want me working. She said to take the Summer and cool off or some shit.

TRAVIS: Gotcha. Do you know if the school’s gonna let you back in the Fall?

BOBBY: Who knows dude. I swear, I’ve fuckin’ had it with her. She acts like I’m a psycho or something. I made a paper gun in a class – to hear it from her, you’d think I shot up the place.

TRAVIS: Well…you also pointed it at Mr. Roberts and said “Bang Bang”…

BOBBY [pauses throwing the ball and looks offended]: C’mon man, I was obviously joking.

TRAVIS: I know dude, but they’re sensitive about that shit now.

BOBBY [continues throwing]: I still can’t believe they expelled me right before the end of the year.

TRAVIS: Are you gonna pass though?

BOBBY: Yeah. My Dad found a tutor for the last few weeks. I’ll be a senior next year wherever I end up.

TRAVIS: That’s good at least, man.

BOBBY: Yup.

[SOME KIDS IN HOODIES WITH THE HOODS UP WALK PAST THEM]

BOBBY: Anyways…uh, hey, you’re coming to my house tomorrow, right?

TRAVIS: I’ll be there man, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to bring anything.

BOBBY [rolling his eyes]: You need a job dude. Anything, just something so that you’re not always borrowing shit.

TRAVIS: C’mon man, that’s not really fair, I’ve always paid you back.

BOBBY: That’s not the point.

TRAVIS: Alright, fine man. I’m gonna start looking for something tomorrow. Just something for the Summer though. I barely passed this year – I can’t go to school and work too.

BOBBY: Mike does it.

TRAVIS: Yeah, and Mike has a car too.

[THE KIDS IN HOODIES WALK NEAR THEM AGAIN. BOBBY STARES AT THEM ALARMED. ONE OF THEM NOTICES BOBBY STARING AND STOPS]

KID 1: What’s up man, you got a problem or somethin’?

BOBBY: Huh? [HE DROPS THE HANDBALL]

KID 2 [MOCKING]: HUH??

[THE TWO KIDS START TO CROWD BOBBY. BOBBY LOOKS AROUND NERVOUSLY AS TRAVIS SLINKS BEHIND WITH HIS HANDS IN HIS POCKETS]

KID 1: I’m sayin’, mind your fuckin’ business else you’ll have a problem, hear me?

BOBBY [looking down]: I hear you man, I’m sorry.

[KID 2 LAUGHS AT BOBBY AND HITS KID 1 IN THE ARM AND THEY WALK AWAY. BOBBY HOLDS HIS HANDS IN FISTS WITH HIS JAW CLENCHED, STILL STARING AT THE GROUND. AFTER A MOMENT, TRAVIS WALKS BACK]

TRAVIS: Uh…you alright man?

BOBBY [Not looking at him, talking to himself]: Fucking assholes! Stupid pieces of shit, just fuckin’ wait! Try that shit again, watch what fuckin’ happens. [He looks up and sees Travis] I…I think I’m gonna head home man. Tonight’s probably not a good night, you know?

TRAVIS: Oh, uh, alright dude. Are we still on for tomorrow?

BOBBY: Yeah, just come over around three.

TRAVIS: I will man. My mom might give me a problem about it but I’ll be there.

BOBBY: Sure. No problem.

[TRAVIS TURNS AROUND AND PICKS UP THE HANDBALL. BOBBY WALKS AWAY ANGRILY BUT TRAVIS DOESN’T SEE HIM LEAVE]

TRAVIS: By the way, is Adam really gonna be there…?

[TRAVIS STOPS TALKING, LOOKS AROUND FOR BOBBY, SHRUGS AND WALKS BACK IN THE DIRECTION HE CAME, TOSSING THE HANDBALL TO THE SIDE]

Curtain.

End of Act 1, Scene 3

End of Act 1.

Summer Gone – Act 1, Scene 2

Westwood-Park-Apartment-Homes-Enjoy-refreshing-dip-outdoor-swimming-poolAct 1 – Scene 2:

SCENE OPENS ON THE LIVING ROOM OF A SMALL APARTMENT. A SMALL KITCHEN CAN BE SEEN IN THE BACKGROUND. THE LIGHTS ARE OFF IN THE KITCHEN, BUT AN END TABLE LIGHT IS ON IN THE LIVING ROOM. TRAVIS’ MOTHER IS ALONE ON A COUCH WATCHING TELEVISION. THERE’S A SMALL COFFEE TABLE IN FRONT OF HER WITH AN EMPTY BEER BOTTLE ON IT. SHE’S OVERWEIGHT AND YOUNG FOR THE MOTHER OF A SON TRAVIS’S AGE. TRAVIS ENTERS THE ROOM FROM OUTSIDE AND LOOKS THROUGH MAIL ENVELOPES.

 

Travis: Hey Mom.

Mom [WITHOUT LOOKING UP]: There you are. Can you do me a favor?

Travis: What do you need? I was just stopping in for a second, I gotta go meet up with Sean in a minute.

Mom [ANNOYED]: Can you get me a glass of water and hand me the remote?

[TRAVIS WALKS TO THE BACK KITCHEN AND TURNS ON THE LIGHT. HE GETS A GLASS OF WATER, WALKS BACK AND HANDS IT TO HIS MOTHER]

Mom [Irritated]: You left the light on in the kitchen. That’s why the light bill is always so high, you always leave everything on.

[TRAVIS SIGHS AND WALKS BACK TO THE KITCHEN. HE SWITCHES OFF THE LIGHT, WALKS BACK TO THE LIVING ROOM AND SITS IN A CHAIR ADJACENT TO THE COUCH.]

Mom: I asked for the remote too.

[TRAVIS LOOKS AROUND FOR A SECOND AND SEES THE REMOTE ON THE COFFEE TABLE IN FRONT OF HIS MOTHER, WHO’D ONLY HAVE TO LEAN FORWARD TO GET IT. HE MOTIONS TO THE REMOTE QUESTIONINGLY AND THEN SHRUGS, DEFEATED. HE GETS UP AND HANDS THE REMOTE TO HIS MOTHER, WHO TAKES IT AND STARTS CLICKING THROUGH CHANNELS]

Travis [FLIPPING THROUGH THE MAIL]: Speaking of the light bill, we got a final notice bill here. [HOLDS IT OUT FOR HIS MOTHER WHO DOESN’T TAKE IT] Alright. I’ll leave it here for you.

[THEY SIT AND WATCH TELEVISION SILENTLY FOR A FEW MOMENTS. TRAVIS COUGHS AND TURNS TO HIS MOM, ABOUT TO ASK SOMETHING]

Travis: Uh…Ma? Do you have any money I could borrow. Like ten bucks or something? I’ll pay you back, I promise.

Mom [WITHOUT LOOKING AWAY FROM THE TELEVISION]: Yeah, sure. Just like you were gonna pay me back for that movie you went to with your friends. Where’s the money from that, huh?

Travis: That was like two months ago. [MOTHER STILL NOT LOOKING AT HIM] Alright, I’m working on it, but we’re doing something over at Sean’s tomorrow and I might need to bring some chips or something.

Mom: Aren’t you seeing him tonight? You’re going over there again tomorrow? Honestly, do you ever do anything else? You’re always with Sean or Mike or whoever and you always need money for something. Why can’t they ever come here, huh?

Travis [ANNOYED]: ‘Cause there’s nothing to do here. If it wasn’t so boring here, they’d probably come once in a while.

Mom [RAISING HER VOICE]: Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot Sean and his family were so much better than us. Let me lay out the fucking red carpet for the rich family.

Travis [FRUSTRATED]: Seriously Mom, again? They’re not rich, they never were.

Mom: Oh don’t give me that; I saw their house.

Travis: Yeah, that was passed down from Sean’s Grandfather Ma, his Dad works for the cable company. Besides, ever since his parents split, he’s been staying with his Dad over at the Lancaster Garden apartments up the hill.

Mom: So if it’s such a shitty place, why are you always there.

Travis: There’s a pool there for the residents, Ma. They just opened the pool up for the Summer.

Mom: Oh, whatever, I don’t give a shit about a pool. Why aren’t you looking for a job so you can help out here. You see we’re behind, why don’t, instead of you going out and playing with your friends, you go get a job to help your mother, huh?

 

Travis [SHOCKED]: I don’t even know what to say to that.

 

Mom [FEELING TRIUMPHANT]: Oh, you have nothing to say now, do you? How ‘bout tomorrow, you go and get some applications? Then we’ll talk about whether or not you’re going to Sean’s.

 

Travis [FLUSTERED]: Wait, what?! I wasn’t asking for permission, I’m going tomorrow regardless. No, that’s bullshit Mom, you can’t tell me I’m not going just because you’re in a bad mood.

 

Mom [YELLING]: The hell I can’t! You’re telling me “No?” I’m your mother, and if you’re here, you will respect me in my house!

 

Travis [STANDS UP OFF THE COUCH, ANGRY AND OFF-POINT]: Your house?! What house? It’s a shitty apartment on Columbia Street Ma; there’s a fuckin’ halfway house two houses down.

 

Mom: Yeah, ‘cause rich Sean’s house is so much better.

 

Travis [SHOUTING]: Jesus Christ, he’s not fucking rich! What fucking difference does it make?

 

Mom [SMILING IN AN ANGRY WAY]: Oh, that’s it, you’re gonna shout and curse at me, you’re not going nowhere tomorrow or today or anywhere.

 

Travis [WALKS TOWARDS THE DOOR]: Oh yeah? That’s bullshit Mom. Honestly, why’d I even fucking come home?

 

Mom [YELLING]: Oh, real cute! Go ahead, get out, but don’t you even think of coming back here. We’re not rich enough here for your blood.

 

Travis: That’s just so stupid Mom.

 

[MOM THROWS THE REMOTE IN TRAVIS’ DIRECTION. SHE MISSES AND IT CRASHES AGAINST THE WALL, SHATTERING INTO PIECES]

 

Mom [SHOUTING ANGRILY]: Get out! Get out of my house! You’re gonna call me stupid now! Who are you, huh? You’re so fucking smart, who are you now? Big man ‘cause you’ve got some fucking friends, huh? Don’t you fucking come back!

 

Travis [ON THE VERGE OF CRYING, HIS BACK LEANING AGAINST THE DOOR]: Mom, c’mon, why does it always have to go here? What’s the matter with you?

 

Mom: Go on, go! Get out of my house!!

 

[TRAVIS OPENS THE DOOR BEHIND HIM, EXITS OUT AND SLAMS THE DOOR CLOSED. MOM SITS BACK ON THE COUCH AND FOLDS HER ARMS, BREATHING IN A HUFF. SHE FEELS AROUND FOR THE REMOTE AND LOOKS AT THE WALL WHERE SHE THREW IT, THEN RUNS HER HANDS IN HER HAIR, SHAKING THEM IN FRUSTRATION AND LETTING OUT A LOW, ANGRY MOAN]

Summer Gone – Act 1, Scene 1

Westwood-Park-Apartment-Homes-Enjoy-refreshing-dip-outdoor-swimming-poolACT 1 – SCENE 1

CURTAIN OPENS ON A MALL FOOD COURT. TWO BOYS ARE SITTING AT A TABLE TALKING WHILE OTHER PEOPLE SIT AND TALK AT TABLES AROUND THEM. THE NOISE OF ECHOED CONVERSATIONS AND LAUGHTER CAN BE HEARD IN THE BACKGROUND.

ONE BOY [JOHN] IS AN ATTRACTIVE, ATHLETIC TEEN. HE WEARS AN IRONED BUTTON DOWN SHIRT AND JEANS, AND HAS VERY STYLISH HAIR. THE OTHER BOY [TRAVIS] IS SOMEWHAT RUNDOWN-OVERWEIGHT AND WEARING FADED CLOTHES; A BAGGY HOODIE AND KHAKIS. THEY ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A SPIRITED CONVERSATION. TRAVIS IS SAYING SOMETHING THAT IS MAKING JOHN LAUGH A LOT. THEY ARE APPROACHED BY TWO OTHER TEENS [TIM AND AMBER] HOLDING CLIPBOARDS. BOTH ARE ATTRACTIVE AND DRESSED IN PREPPY, STYLISH CLOTHES. TIM AND AMBER STAND ON THE SIDE OF THE TABLE FACING JOHN, THEIR BACKS TURNED TO TRAVIS TO PURPOSEFULLY IGNORE HIM.

Amber [interrupting]: Hey, your name is John right?

John [smiling and intrigued]: Yes it is.

Tim: Hey man, how’s it going? I’m Tim, this is Amber. We just wanted to come by and say hi.

[TRAVIS, IRRITATED, EYES THEM AND CONTINUES EATING]

John [still smiling]: Oh, uh…okay. Hi.

Amber: Well, that, and also, um…we wanted to ask if you had a job right now.

John: Why?

Tim: Well we work over at SunBodies, the tanning place across from Ritchie’s Cupcakes, and we’re holding open interviews right now.

John: Oh, gotcha. Yeah, I’m not really…

Amber [CUTTING HIM OFF]: The thing is – we get a bonus if we refer someone and they get hired. Right now we’re really only looking for fun and attractive people [TRAVIS PUTS HIS FORK DOWN AND CROSSES HIS ARMS, HIS FACE IN A PERPLEXED EXPRESSION] who want to spend the summer working with other fun, attractive people.

Tim: Right! Not only that, its $12.50 starting, which is better than a lot of the other stores in the mall, and you get a 20% discount on all tanning lotions and sunglasses. It’s pretty awesome man, and I’ll tell ya, so many hot girls come in all day. It’s a great place to meet people.

Amber [ANNOYED]: Not to mention some of the girls you’d be working with.

[TRAVIS STARTS TO QUIETLY LAUGH BEHIND TIM AND AMBER, MAKING JOHN SMILE WIDER. HE NODS TO TRAVIS, AS IF TO ASK WHAT HE THINKS. TRAVIS HUMOROUSLY SHAKES HIS HEAD NO. TIM AND AMBER ABRUPTLY TURN TO LOOK AT TRAVIS WHO QUICKLY LOOKS TO THE SIDE, PRETENDING TO BE FOCUSING ON SOMETHING ELSE]

John: Well listen, I wasn’t really looking for a job right now, but thanks anyway.

Amber [PERSISTENTLY]: I totally get it, but what if you just let our manager call you for a phone interview, just to help us out? You could tell him you changed your mind or whatever, but I think you might actually change your mind after talking to him.

[JOHN LOOKS AGAIN AT TRAVIS WHO SHRUGS HIS SHOULDERS]

John: Alright, sure, no problem. [TAKES THE CLIPBOARD AND STARTS TO FILL IN HIS INFO. LOOKS AT AMBER] Have you been working there for long?

Amber: Yeah, a couple months now, yeah. It’s been awesome so far.

John: I bet. [HOLDS THE CLIPBOARD OUT TO TIM]

Travis: Hey, let me see that man? [TAKES THE CLIPBOARD FROM JOHN AS TIM AND AMBER LOOK CONFUSED. HE STARTS TO WRITE HIS INFORMATION DOWN AS JOHN LOOKS AT HIM, SURPRISED] $12.50, that’s not too bad. Yeah man, I’m down for that! [HE CARELESSLY TOSSES THE CLIPBOARD BACK TO TIM]

Tim: Right, um…okay. [TURNING BACK TO JOHN] So I’ll make sure my boss gives you a ring and hopefully everything works out.

John: Alright, cool. Thanks. [TO AMBER] See you soon, huh?

AMBER [enticed] Yeah…yeah, definitely. Come by the shop, check it out when you get the chance. [AMBER AND TIM START TO WALK AWAY].

Travis [to Tim]: Yeah, tell your boss to call me anytime. Lookin’ forward to working with you man!

[TIM FROWNS, TURNS AND WALKS AWAY. AMBER WALKS BACKWARDS SMILING AND STILL LOOKING AT JOHN, THEN TURNS AND FOLLOWS TIM. AS THEIR BACKS ARE TURNED, TRAVIS QUICKLY FLIPS THEM OFF]

John [TURNS TO FACE TRAVIS, LAUGHING]: That was weird, haha.

Travis [grinning]: Seriously, what the hell was that? [THEY BOTH LAUGH] They literally just walked up and pretended I wasn’t here. I didn’t think shit like that happened in real life. I guess I just wasn’t attractive enough.

John: No, I don’t think that was it. I think you just aren’t fun enough.

Travis [laughing]: Okay. At least we might both get jobs out of it. [THEY SMILE AND CONTINUE TO EAT FOR A MOMENT] So what’s the plan, man? Are we going to Sean’s tomorrow or what?

John: Yeah, that’s what he said. His dad’ll be out, so we’re just gonna do something there. I don’t know; he mentioned doing a cookout or something, you know? We can get some steaks and some beers by the pool?

Travis: Yeah, that’ll be good. I haven’t had a relaxing time in a while. You think Sonya will be life-guarding tomorrow?

John [laughing]: Maybe. I don’t know dude, you might’ve scared her off.

Travis: What? No way; I was nothing but charming. You gotta know how to talk to these girls. [GESTURES TO THE REST OF THE MALL]

John [putting a finger up, as if to say “one moment”]: First, she’s nine years older than you. Second, you threatened to beat up her brother.

[THEY BOTH LAUGH]

Travis: Not exactly. She was trying to tell me that being with me would be like being with her little brother. I was merely pointing out that I’m of a more mature mind than he is…probably.

John [doing an impression of Travis]: “Where is he?! I’ll kick his ass!” [THEY BOTH BURST OUT LAUGHING] You’re fuckin’ crazy dude.

Travis: Oh well, haha. Alright, I’m gonna head out in a second to catch the bus.

John: Do you want me to give you a ride? It’s no problem?

Travis: No, I appreciate it, but it’s cool man. That’s out of the way for you and I got some reading to do anyways.

John: Alright dude. So tomorrow, Sean’s?

Travis: Yeah, definitely. Do you know who else’ll be there?

John: Uh…I think Kyle, maybe Mike if he’s not working, and Adam and Michele.

Travis [Upset]: Ugh, really? Adam’s gonna be there?

John: What’s the problem?

Travis: Isn’t he like 20 or something? He’s still in fuckin’ high school!

John [smiling]: I think he’s 19.

Travis: Yeah, and Michele’s younger me; it’s just creepy dude.

John: I don’t know, he’s not that bad.

Travis [getting his garbage together]: Ah, whatever, I don’t really care I guess. [STANDS UP TO LEAVE] Alright bro, I’ll talk to you later. Let me know if I should bring anything.

John: Call up Sean and ask him. I think he and Mike were gonna grab everything.

Travis: Alright man, later. [They shake hands and Travis begins to walk away. He turns and points to John. He raises his voice for people around them to hear.] You sir are one fun and attractive person. Don’t you forget it, ever bro!

[JOHN LAUGHS AGAIN AND GOES BACK TO FINISHING HIS MEAL]

Bad Ideas 1

Different literary types (a noir detective, a sea captain, a friendly monster) sail through an endless ocean. Spyglass – maybe the ships name. Throughout their adventure, they find a deserted island of death and decay, used and tossed. A map is found floating around and shows the islands name was something like the island of banality (unoriginal). The ship finally makes it to a new world of completely new creatures never before seen. Their world is the imagination.

Bus Notes

What was left of his hair stuck up in the back in white, matted tufts. His clean, gray suit worked as a camouflage that came undone by the sagging of the skin around his neck, a side effect of long alcohol abuse. His words came out slow and presumptuous, directed at no one in particular.

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