damnit...i don't want to write this part yet...but if i don't...i might forget.
oh well...here goes the climax...hahaha, well sorta. here, i just won't tell all that went into this so you still don't know what is happening. good.
SCENE OPENS THE TWO ARE LAYING ON HER BED, HE IS LAYING ON HIS BACK IN A MORE CONTROLLED POSITION AND SHE IS LEANING INTO HIM WITH HER HAND ON HIS CHEST AND HER HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER; A WEAK POSITION. HIS GUITAR IS LEANING ON THE WALL.
BAR: its all a game, isn't it?
guy that i am not revealing yet: its a game like chess is a game.
BAR: i once won a game of chess with a pawn.
GUY: you took the queen, didn't you?
BAR: i always take the queen.
GUY: surrounded the king with pawns?
BAR: no, he just wasn't paying attention. the pawn will always win when they don't pay attention.
GUY: you're talking about me, aren't you?
BAR: third grade...you remembered.
GUY: i hate you.
BAR: then get out of my bed. (rolls on her back)
GUY: never underestimate the power of hate. (turns and wraps his arms around her)
BAR: never underestimate anything...
GUY: (quietly) i underestimated you...because...well, i didn't know...
BAR: who does? i sure as hell don't.
GUY: my name isn't *insert*...its thomas richard *last name* the third.
BAR: YOU LIED TO ME!? heh. do you even play the guitar?
GUY: honestly...no. my parents bought it and forced me to take lessons. i didnt' go... they wouldn't let me sell the guitar. so, one day i was just walking with it...probably trying to find something to smash it with, when someone came up and striked a conversation with me about it...i carried it ever since.
BAR: wow...(whispers) my name isn't bar. (he gasps overdramatically) its jessica christine...and...i am a virgin. like, as virgin as a baby.
GUY: (is actually speechless now) have you ever...blown--
BAR: never even SEEN a...well...man, things are harder to say when you are the one feeling awkward...
GUY: (leans in and kisses her) that help?
BAR: not really... but you could always...try again. (he kisses again)
GUY: i was raised in a happy house hold. my parents didn't neglect me, they didn't throw money at me, i didn't have a nanny raise me. i had the perfect childhood. i respect my parents to their faces, i don't know why i "rebel" behind their backs...but does anyone? i mean, who has actually had a horrible childhood here in this place?! who gives these people the rights to act the way they do?
BAR: (pale faced, sits up, thinks about taking off her shirt, doesn't, sits there) my mother died right after my brother was born. thats when my dad started drinking... or thats when he started becoming a drunk. he blames us for weakening my mother. i won't let my brother be harmed... i've taken a beating or more...he doesn't work...i work two jobs and do work over the internet just to make end meets.
GUY: people are a lot dumber than they like to give on...(lifts up the back of her shirt to reveal horrible scars)...these are your battle scars...ok? hey, i am not as dumb as the average fool...i may act it...but that is just a front. i am, honestly, the second in our class...and i know...scars are hott. (honestly, trying to hold back tears, grabs her tightly from behind and softly kisses her neck)
BAR: (turns around and grabs his face, smiles) i know...i am first.
GUY: damn girl! you are full of surprises!!
BAR: you have no idea...(lies him down, starts to kiss his neck, while unbuttoning his shirt)
GUY: (turns his head to the side and notices something) JESSICA!
***hahahahahaha***
though this is another one that i WILL change and WILL make longer.
SCENE OPENS THE TWO ARE LAYING ON HER BED, HE IS LAYING ON HIS BACK IN A MORE CONTROLLED POSITION AND SHE IS LEANING INTO HIM WITH HER HAND ON HIS CHEST AND HER HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER; A WEAK POSITION. HIS GUITAR IS LEANING ON THE WALL.
BAR: its all a game, isn't it?
guy that i am not revealing yet: its a game like chess is a game.
BAR: i once won a game of chess with a pawn.
GUY: you took the queen, didn't you?
BAR: i always take the queen.
GUY: surrounded the king with pawns?
BAR: no, he just wasn't paying attention. the pawn will always win when they don't pay attention.
GUY: you're talking about me, aren't you?
BAR: third grade...you remembered.
GUY: i hate you.
BAR: then get out of my bed. (rolls on her back)
GUY: never underestimate the power of hate. (turns and wraps his arms around her)
BAR: never underestimate anything...
GUY: (quietly) i underestimated you...because...well, i didn't know...
BAR: who does? i sure as hell don't.
GUY: my name isn't *insert*...its thomas richard *last name* the third.
BAR: YOU LIED TO ME!? heh. do you even play the guitar?
GUY: honestly...no. my parents bought it and forced me to take lessons. i didnt' go... they wouldn't let me sell the guitar. so, one day i was just walking with it...probably trying to find something to smash it with, when someone came up and striked a conversation with me about it...i carried it ever since.
BAR: wow...(whispers) my name isn't bar. (he gasps overdramatically) its jessica christine...and...i am a virgin. like, as virgin as a baby.
GUY: (is actually speechless now) have you ever...blown--
BAR: never even SEEN a...well...man, things are harder to say when you are the one feeling awkward...
GUY: (leans in and kisses her) that help?
BAR: not really... but you could always...try again. (he kisses again)
GUY: i was raised in a happy house hold. my parents didn't neglect me, they didn't throw money at me, i didn't have a nanny raise me. i had the perfect childhood. i respect my parents to their faces, i don't know why i "rebel" behind their backs...but does anyone? i mean, who has actually had a horrible childhood here in this place?! who gives these people the rights to act the way they do?
BAR: (pale faced, sits up, thinks about taking off her shirt, doesn't, sits there) my mother died right after my brother was born. thats when my dad started drinking... or thats when he started becoming a drunk. he blames us for weakening my mother. i won't let my brother be harmed... i've taken a beating or more...he doesn't work...i work two jobs and do work over the internet just to make end meets.
GUY: people are a lot dumber than they like to give on...(lifts up the back of her shirt to reveal horrible scars)...these are your battle scars...ok? hey, i am not as dumb as the average fool...i may act it...but that is just a front. i am, honestly, the second in our class...and i know...scars are hott. (honestly, trying to hold back tears, grabs her tightly from behind and softly kisses her neck)
BAR: (turns around and grabs his face, smiles) i know...i am first.
GUY: damn girl! you are full of surprises!!
BAR: you have no idea...(lies him down, starts to kiss his neck, while unbuttoning his shirt)
GUY: (turns his head to the side and notices something) JESSICA!
***hahahahahaha***
though this is another one that i WILL change and WILL make longer.