Episode 20: "Confessions" Scene 2
Scene 2
Fandom: My So-Called Life
Author:
lalagirl33
1356 words
Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by Winnie Holzman.
Rated: T
My So-Called Life
Season 1 Episode 20
“Confessions”
Scene 2
Int. Loft
Jordan leads Angela by the hand to a dark corner, away from the windows, where an old couch is hidden behind a set of drums and a big pair of speakers. Jordan lay down on his back, and gently pulls Angela down next to him. She ends up lying on her side, mostly wedged between him and the couch’s back. Footsteps are heard on the stairs. Jordan pulls a dark blanket from the back of the couch over them and kicks it into position with his feet just as the footsteps enter the room. Awkwardly, she slowly lowers her head to rest her cheek on his chest. She takes a deep breath, and her whole body tenses. Jordan’s eyes glance down and he gently smoothes her hair back behind her ear. Angela slowly relaxes. They are hidden from Rayanne and Shane, who stride confidently into the loft.
Rayanne: (OS) I mean, I don’t know, but like, I’ve tried talking with her, but she’s like, unreachable or something. Rickie told me today that they like, are back together *again* which is totally cool, of course, but what about me? I mean all is forgiven, right?
Jordan and Angela both scowl to themselves.
Male Voice: (OS) I know it’s here just give me a minute. Tino’s going to be here, in like what ten minutes?
Angela and Jordan both visibly relax, by closing their eyes. Jordan opens his first and shifts slightly, Angela opens her eyes and catches his gaze.
Angela: (mouths to Jordan) Who is that?
Jordan: (mouths to Angela) Shane.
Rayanne: (OS) I mean it’s cool if they want to get back together, but how can she forgive him and not forgive me? I mean, what’s up with that?
Shane: (walking, moving things around) I don’t believe this. It was here, like yesterday. Graff, turn on the light, will you?
Jordan and Angela both try to sink deeper into the couch. They catch each other’s gaze and share an intense look. Her cheek is lying on top of her left hand, which is resting comfortably on his chest. Jordan’s eyes follow his hand as it smoothes over her hair, then turns to draw the back of his hand along her jawbone. His gaze locks with hers, and he gently pulls her hand from under her cheek. He brings her fingertips to his lips and lightly kisses them. She lets her hand fall to rest on his chest. They both close their eyes simultaneously.
Jordan (VO): I hope they search for the beer forever. Being with her like this, feels so good, it almost like hurts or something. God, please, help her to forgive me. I hope they don’t find the beer. Or that they do and they get out, now.
Rayanne: I mean, Angelica is my best friend. Ever. What if she never forgives me? And in three weeks, like, I’m going to be on stage in front of hundreds of people. Do you think she’ll even go?
Shane: Graff, get the light, will ya? I can’t see for shit! (He trips) Ouch!
They open their eyes to gaze intently at each other again. He lightly kisses her forehead, as he smoothes her hair. His hand rests on her hip. He closes his eyes and his face is purely content and relaxed. A smile stretches across Angela’s face. She shifts, and now she is mostly lying on top of him, instead of next to him. Jordan opens his eyes, and he exhales slowly.
Rayanne: I mean, Angelica could do way better than Catalano anyway. I mean, he’s not that great. Try telling *her* that though. I mean, has he ever *cared* about *anyone*?
Jordan winces and opens his mouth as if to say something out loud, but Angela stops him by putting her hand over his mouth and shaking her head “no”. This time, she brings his hand to her lips and kisses it. Jordan smiles at her. Angela exhales.
Rayanne: What if I freeze up? Like that night at the club, what is it called? What *is* it called? I can’t let that happen again. I totally made an ass out of myself, in front of all those people, including Frozen Embryos and Brian Krakow.
Shane: Graff! Shut up and turn on the light!
Rayanne: Hello! Do I live here? I’m trying to find the light switch. Oh, yeah. Vertigo. That’s it.
(Rayanne hits her head with her open palm, then continues)
Rayanne: But, I mean, *who cares* what Brian Krakow thinks. His whole life is making an ass of himself. I mean, can you find someone who is more awkward, more *lame* than *Brian Krakow*?
Shane: Graff, I don’t even know who he is. Find the light already.
Rayanne: Well that’s part of his problem, you see? The only reason I know who he is, is because he is like, obsessed with Angela. Get this! Rickie told me that he actually wrote a *love letter* for Catalano to give to Angela. I mean, can you believe that? He is so pathetic. And so now, like, they’re back together. Thanks to Krakow. Which leaves me where?
Shane: Where? Graff, you’re right in front of the light switch. Could you please just turn around and hit it?
(Click, Click, Click, Click)
Rayanne: It’s not working…
Shane: Oh, guess that one doesn’t work. There’s gotta be another one.
Angela and Jordan exchange amused glances. Their playful looks fade as they stare at each other, and Angela lifts her head closer to his, and they kiss, gently, then passionately. Angela pulls away and she and Jordan stare at each other, breathing hard. Angela lays her head back on her chest. Jordan closes his eyes and strokes her hair.
Angela: (VO) You know when you’re cleaning or something, and you find an old toy that like, used to be your favorite years and years ago, and as you’re staring at it, you like, feel all these emotions all at once, like unbelievable happiness, and love, and guilt, all at the same time? Because you’re so glad you found it, but you can’t believe you lost it or forgot about it in the first place? It’s kind of like that. Being with Jordan Catalano is like that. It is like, so powerful, I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can only feel.
Rayanne: Every time I see her, I feel like I can’t breathe. It hurts! But what do I need to do? Maybe I should ask Brian Krakow to write her a letter from me. T sure seemed to work with Catalano. I mean, I’ve tried. Like, numerous times. She won’t talk to me. I don’t know what else to do. I mean, how can she forgive Catalano, and not me?
Shane: Graff, Catalano’s a better kisser than you are, if you catch my drift.
Rayanne: (seductively) You’ve kissed Jordan Catalano? Shane, I didn’t know you had the hots for Catalano! And how do you know what kind of kisser I am anyway? Who *have* you been talking to? Wouldn’t you rather find out for yourself anyway?
Shane: (sarcastically) Yeah, Graff, but maybe later. I’m busy here.
Rayanne: What is taking you so long?
Shane: Well, maybe if you’d quit talking to yourself and actually *help* me, we’d find it a lot quicker, huh Einstein?
Rayanne: Well *Einstein* why didn’t you say so. Besides, I don’t even know what I’m looking for.
Shane: Tino’s got like six cases of beer here. He’s going to be back to pick us up in like, five minutes. He isn’t going to happy if we can’t find it. We won’t have enough. Come on, give me a hand here.
Rayanne: (sarcastically) What about the back porch? Did you look there? Shane, that would be, like, *the* most logical place to put it. *Outside*.
Shane: No, I’ll take a look. Thanks for getting with the program. I want to get back to the party. And we’re gonna want to have that beer.
Footsteps are approaching. Angela cringes and snuggles into Jordan’s chest.
Fandom: My So-Called Life
Author:
lalagirl33
1356 words
Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by Winnie Holzman.
Rated: T
My So-Called Life
Season 1 Episode 20
“Confessions”
Scene 2
Int. Loft
Jordan leads Angela by the hand to a dark corner, away from the windows, where an old couch is hidden behind a set of drums and a big pair of speakers. Jordan lay down on his back, and gently pulls Angela down next to him. She ends up lying on her side, mostly wedged between him and the couch’s back. Footsteps are heard on the stairs. Jordan pulls a dark blanket from the back of the couch over them and kicks it into position with his feet just as the footsteps enter the room. Awkwardly, she slowly lowers her head to rest her cheek on his chest. She takes a deep breath, and her whole body tenses. Jordan’s eyes glance down and he gently smoothes her hair back behind her ear. Angela slowly relaxes. They are hidden from Rayanne and Shane, who stride confidently into the loft.
Rayanne: (OS) I mean, I don’t know, but like, I’ve tried talking with her, but she’s like, unreachable or something. Rickie told me today that they like, are back together *again* which is totally cool, of course, but what about me? I mean all is forgiven, right?
Jordan and Angela both scowl to themselves.
Male Voice: (OS) I know it’s here just give me a minute. Tino’s going to be here, in like what ten minutes?
Angela and Jordan both visibly relax, by closing their eyes. Jordan opens his first and shifts slightly, Angela opens her eyes and catches his gaze.
Angela: (mouths to Jordan) Who is that?
Jordan: (mouths to Angela) Shane.
Rayanne: (OS) I mean it’s cool if they want to get back together, but how can she forgive him and not forgive me? I mean, what’s up with that?
Shane: (walking, moving things around) I don’t believe this. It was here, like yesterday. Graff, turn on the light, will you?
Jordan and Angela both try to sink deeper into the couch. They catch each other’s gaze and share an intense look. Her cheek is lying on top of her left hand, which is resting comfortably on his chest. Jordan’s eyes follow his hand as it smoothes over her hair, then turns to draw the back of his hand along her jawbone. His gaze locks with hers, and he gently pulls her hand from under her cheek. He brings her fingertips to his lips and lightly kisses them. She lets her hand fall to rest on his chest. They both close their eyes simultaneously.
Jordan (VO): I hope they search for the beer forever. Being with her like this, feels so good, it almost like hurts or something. God, please, help her to forgive me. I hope they don’t find the beer. Or that they do and they get out, now.
Rayanne: I mean, Angelica is my best friend. Ever. What if she never forgives me? And in three weeks, like, I’m going to be on stage in front of hundreds of people. Do you think she’ll even go?
Shane: Graff, get the light, will ya? I can’t see for shit! (He trips) Ouch!
They open their eyes to gaze intently at each other again. He lightly kisses her forehead, as he smoothes her hair. His hand rests on her hip. He closes his eyes and his face is purely content and relaxed. A smile stretches across Angela’s face. She shifts, and now she is mostly lying on top of him, instead of next to him. Jordan opens his eyes, and he exhales slowly.
Rayanne: I mean, Angelica could do way better than Catalano anyway. I mean, he’s not that great. Try telling *her* that though. I mean, has he ever *cared* about *anyone*?
Jordan winces and opens his mouth as if to say something out loud, but Angela stops him by putting her hand over his mouth and shaking her head “no”. This time, she brings his hand to her lips and kisses it. Jordan smiles at her. Angela exhales.
Rayanne: What if I freeze up? Like that night at the club, what is it called? What *is* it called? I can’t let that happen again. I totally made an ass out of myself, in front of all those people, including Frozen Embryos and Brian Krakow.
Shane: Graff! Shut up and turn on the light!
Rayanne: Hello! Do I live here? I’m trying to find the light switch. Oh, yeah. Vertigo. That’s it.
(Rayanne hits her head with her open palm, then continues)
Rayanne: But, I mean, *who cares* what Brian Krakow thinks. His whole life is making an ass of himself. I mean, can you find someone who is more awkward, more *lame* than *Brian Krakow*?
Shane: Graff, I don’t even know who he is. Find the light already.
Rayanne: Well that’s part of his problem, you see? The only reason I know who he is, is because he is like, obsessed with Angela. Get this! Rickie told me that he actually wrote a *love letter* for Catalano to give to Angela. I mean, can you believe that? He is so pathetic. And so now, like, they’re back together. Thanks to Krakow. Which leaves me where?
Shane: Where? Graff, you’re right in front of the light switch. Could you please just turn around and hit it?
(Click, Click, Click, Click)
Rayanne: It’s not working…
Shane: Oh, guess that one doesn’t work. There’s gotta be another one.
Angela and Jordan exchange amused glances. Their playful looks fade as they stare at each other, and Angela lifts her head closer to his, and they kiss, gently, then passionately. Angela pulls away and she and Jordan stare at each other, breathing hard. Angela lays her head back on her chest. Jordan closes his eyes and strokes her hair.
Angela: (VO) You know when you’re cleaning or something, and you find an old toy that like, used to be your favorite years and years ago, and as you’re staring at it, you like, feel all these emotions all at once, like unbelievable happiness, and love, and guilt, all at the same time? Because you’re so glad you found it, but you can’t believe you lost it or forgot about it in the first place? It’s kind of like that. Being with Jordan Catalano is like that. It is like, so powerful, I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can only feel.
Rayanne: Every time I see her, I feel like I can’t breathe. It hurts! But what do I need to do? Maybe I should ask Brian Krakow to write her a letter from me. T sure seemed to work with Catalano. I mean, I’ve tried. Like, numerous times. She won’t talk to me. I don’t know what else to do. I mean, how can she forgive Catalano, and not me?
Shane: Graff, Catalano’s a better kisser than you are, if you catch my drift.
Rayanne: (seductively) You’ve kissed Jordan Catalano? Shane, I didn’t know you had the hots for Catalano! And how do you know what kind of kisser I am anyway? Who *have* you been talking to? Wouldn’t you rather find out for yourself anyway?
Shane: (sarcastically) Yeah, Graff, but maybe later. I’m busy here.
Rayanne: What is taking you so long?
Shane: Well, maybe if you’d quit talking to yourself and actually *help* me, we’d find it a lot quicker, huh Einstein?
Rayanne: Well *Einstein* why didn’t you say so. Besides, I don’t even know what I’m looking for.
Shane: Tino’s got like six cases of beer here. He’s going to be back to pick us up in like, five minutes. He isn’t going to happy if we can’t find it. We won’t have enough. Come on, give me a hand here.
Rayanne: (sarcastically) What about the back porch? Did you look there? Shane, that would be, like, *the* most logical place to put it. *Outside*.
Shane: No, I’ll take a look. Thanks for getting with the program. I want to get back to the party. And we’re gonna want to have that beer.
Footsteps are approaching. Angela cringes and snuggles into Jordan’s chest.