Master Plan: Act I, Scene II
(Another day-to-day transition. (Will figure out the details later))(Cafeteria)
SCOTT: (Walks past KYLE at lunch table) Hey, Kye, how’s it going?
KYLE: Good. It’s good. (Watches as he walks by)
BRIDGET: Aw! How cute, he’s got a nickname for you now.
KYLE: (Shyly) I don’t think it’s a nickname. It’s just my name minus a letter…
BRIDGET: So, how was the movies?
KYLE: Fine.
BRIDGET: Did you make out in the back row?
KYLE: No! Bridget, I already told you. We’re friends. We went to the movie, watched the movie, then went home.
BRIDGET: Well, even if he did make a move on you you’d be too oblivious to notice.
(SCOTT walks over followed by a small group of Fan Club girls.)
Fan Girl One: Hey, Scott, you going to Chloe’s party tonight?
Fan Girl Two: Yeah it’s gonna be…what’s that word he uses? Oh, it’s gonna be gruesome!
FG One: (elbows FG Two) Glamorous! He says glamorous, stupid.
FG Two: Glamorous, glamorous! Of course, it’s gonna be glamorous!
Scott: (Gives them an awkward smile) Yeah. Well, I’m sorry ladies but…(Looks at KYLE) I’m a little busy tonight. (They smile, focused on each other.)
BRIDGET: (Sudden outburst of realization) Again?!
Fan Girl Three: (Pouting) But Scott it won’t be any fun without you there.
SCOTT: Eh, I’m sure you’ll still have a good time. Granted, the party won’t be as glamorous without me there…
FG 1: Then why don’t you just ditch and come with us?
SCOTT: Naahh. Hey, next time though.
FAN GIRLS: But Scott!!
BRIDGET: Hey! The man’s busy. Now why don’t you just flounce back over to your table and read Cosmo magazine or something?
SCOTT: Cosmo isn’t that bad.
FG 3: Yeah, there are a lot of sex tips in there.
SCOTT: Glamour is better, though.
FAN GIRLS: Oh, yeah, definitely.
FG 2: And Elle. Elle is really good-
SCOTT: Eh…Elle, not so much…
GIRLS: Of course not. It’s so horrible.
SCOTT: Though their seventy-four page devotion to this fall’s fashion trends was pretty glam. (GIRLS agree) But, Allure had such a glamorous article on dresses. By the way, ladies, this season’s colors are black and white.
BRIDGET: Why do I do this to myself?
SCOTT: Personally, I think Vogue is a bit overrated-
BRIDGET: Alright. Break it up already! He’s not going to your party. Go cry about it at your own table.
(FANGIRLS leave to their table, some dejected, some angry.)
MACY: So what movie did you see?
SCOTT: Oh, you know, one of those lame horror movies.
KYLE: I didn’t think it was lame.
SCOTT: That’s because you were the only one who was scared.
KYLE: (defensively) Nu-uh! There was a girl sitting a row in front of us-
SCOTT: Exactly. A girl. You and all the girls were afraid. Seems to me you’re one of them (nudges playfully) Kylie.
KYLE: There are plenty of guys who get scared by horror movies.
SCOTT: (to MACY) You know, he tried to get me to go to a chick flick at first-
KYLE: It was supposed to be a good movie.
SCOTT: It had a plot like The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.
KYLE: That was a good movie too.
SCOTT: (laughing) You’re such a girl. (KYLE fumes) Oh, come on, Kye. I’m kidding. What are you doing tonight?
BRIDGET: He’s going to a history study group.
SCOTT: (to KYLE) You a history nerd?
KYLE: You could say that…
SCOTT: What’s your favorite time period?
KYLE: The 1920s.
SCOTT: Ugh, their fashion was atrocious. History is the key to fashion; it gives you trends to draw upon and mistakes you should never try again. Unfortunately, some people continue to walk around wearing those mistakes…
KYLE: You like history, too?
SCOTT: (laughs because he totally does not like history) You’re cute. (Bell rings. BRIDGET, MACY and POPPY get up and walk away. KYLE rises. SCOTT catches him before he leaves.) Ditch tonight.
KYLE: Huh?
SCOTT: Ditch your…study thing and come with me instead. If you’re a history dork you don’t need to study.
KYLE: I was kinda supposed to help them…
SCOTT: (dismisses with wave) That’s what textbooks are for, right? They’ll be fine. I’ve got an absolutely glamorous surprise for you.
KYLE: Where are we going?
SCOTT: You’re gonna have to wait and find out…
ACT I SCENE II
(Nighttime. SCOTT is leading KYLE down an alleyway. …elaborate later.)
KYLE: Can I know where we’re going now?
SCOTT: Kyle, have you ever had a surprise before? Relax. (Moment of silence) I don’t mean to pry but, you said you lived with your aunt, right?
KYLE: You wanna know about my parents. (sigh) I had a feeling I’d be asked sooner or later.
SCOTT: You know what, no, it’s none of my business. Sorry for bringing it up.
KYLE: I’m not an orphan if that’s what you’re wondering. I mean, I guess I’m a half-orphan…
SCOTT: Kyle-
KYLE: (Slow, hesitant) My dad was a police officer and he was killed. (SCOTT’s unsure how to respond, just listens somewhat awkwardly) And my mom…(finding difficulty getting it out) my mom…she’s not really around. (recovers) But when I came here with Auntie May I decided it was gonna be a fresh start; a second chance at life that didn’t end up swirling down the drain. (Pause as neither know what to say) So what about you? You must live with your parents.
SCOTT: Ha! You’re lucky. You had parents who loved you. (KYLE is slightly uncomfortable) That wasn’t the case with me. I busted out of that place.
KYLE: You ran away? Why would you do that?
SCOTT: Let’s just say we had strongly opposing views. We couldn’t see eye to eye. And if I didn’t leave, I’d have been saluting some Colonel Stick-Up-My-Ass over at the academy. My parents aren't very liberal thinkers. Being at home… I felt like I was being suffocated, you know? Fashion magazines hidden under the bed, glitter and eyeliner stuffed in my sock drawer… But one day I realized I needed to be free.
STRUT
SCOTT
(Randomly decided not to post the lyrics)
(A couple men pass by. They say hello to SCOTT)
KYLE: Scott, where are we?
SCOTT: A little place I like to call home. (Whisks KYLE inside Strutter’s Bar)
(Strutter’s. …Will elaborate later.)
SCOTT: (Sits at bar) I’ll take a glitter martini.
MICK: Nice try.
SCOTT: Oh, come on. Glitter martini is a step in the right direction from those shimmer shots I wanted last night.
MICK: Three more years, Scottie.
SCOTT: Just a little bit, no one’s gotta know.
MICK: If you swallow even a drop of alcohol I’m changing the locks on the apartment.
SCOTT: Fine. Gimme a lime smoothie.
MICK: (notices KYLE) Now that’s a face I don’t recognize. (Shakes KYLE’s hand) My name’s Mick.
SCOTT: Short of Mickey.
MICK: Just Mick.
SCOTT: I got him these mouse ears to wear for Halloween last year. I told him he should be Mickey Mouse. Needless to say, he didn’t go for it.
MICK: (to KYLE) Forgive him, he hasn’t quite mastered the skill of introductions. Manners are still a challenge for him too.
SCOTT: (feet are propped up on bar. MICK pointedly stares at him) What are you talking about? I’m a perfect gentleman.
MICK: Yeah, and I’m David Bowie. (Turns back to KYLE) Don’t be so shy, pull up a stool. (KYLE sits) I don’t think I caught your name.
KYLE: I’m Kyle.
SCOTT: Kyle just moved here.
MICK: I trust you’re actually friends with Scott and he didn’t just kidnap you off the street.
SCOTT: (mutters) I don’t kidnap people.
KYLE: (with a chuckle) No, we’re friends from school.
MICK: Ah. It’s nice to see Scottie’s making some new friends. (Grabs SCOTT and turns him away from KYLE, blocking KYLE from the conversation.) Does he know what he’s getting himself into?
SCOTT: Of course he does. Do you think I would’ve brought him here otherwise?
MICK: He just seems a little…naïve. (KYLE is curiously glancing around. A couple guys wave flirtatiously, KYLE happily waves back.)
SCOTT: Relax, I’ve been testing the waters all week.
MICK: And you’re sure he’s gay?
SCOTT: (Confident nod. Pauses. Considers.) …95% sure.
MICK: And he knows you’re gay? I don’t mean beat-around-the-bush confessions here, I mean flat out told him.
SCOTT: (Nods slowly at first but them more firmly) Yeah, totally. (Slings arm around KYLE) Right, Kye?
KYLE: Huh?
SCOTT: Just go with it.
KYLE: Uh…
SCOTT: Close enough.
(MICK walks away to tend to other customers)
KYLE: You two seem like close friends.
SCOTT: I guess you could say that. Mick’s kinda like my adoptive dad.
SCOTT: (Walks past KYLE at lunch table) Hey, Kye, how’s it going?
KYLE: Good. It’s good. (Watches as he walks by)
BRIDGET: Aw! How cute, he’s got a nickname for you now.
KYLE: (Shyly) I don’t think it’s a nickname. It’s just my name minus a letter…
BRIDGET: So, how was the movies?
KYLE: Fine.
BRIDGET: Did you make out in the back row?
KYLE: No! Bridget, I already told you. We’re friends. We went to the movie, watched the movie, then went home.
BRIDGET: Well, even if he did make a move on you you’d be too oblivious to notice.
(SCOTT walks over followed by a small group of Fan Club girls.)
Fan Girl One: Hey, Scott, you going to Chloe’s party tonight?
Fan Girl Two: Yeah it’s gonna be…what’s that word he uses? Oh, it’s gonna be gruesome!
FG One: (elbows FG Two) Glamorous! He says glamorous, stupid.
FG Two: Glamorous, glamorous! Of course, it’s gonna be glamorous!
Scott: (Gives them an awkward smile) Yeah. Well, I’m sorry ladies but…(Looks at KYLE) I’m a little busy tonight. (They smile, focused on each other.)
BRIDGET: (Sudden outburst of realization) Again?!
Fan Girl Three: (Pouting) But Scott it won’t be any fun without you there.
SCOTT: Eh, I’m sure you’ll still have a good time. Granted, the party won’t be as glamorous without me there…
FG 1: Then why don’t you just ditch and come with us?
SCOTT: Naahh. Hey, next time though.
FAN GIRLS: But Scott!!
BRIDGET: Hey! The man’s busy. Now why don’t you just flounce back over to your table and read Cosmo magazine or something?
SCOTT: Cosmo isn’t that bad.
FG 3: Yeah, there are a lot of sex tips in there.
SCOTT: Glamour is better, though.
FAN GIRLS: Oh, yeah, definitely.
FG 2: And Elle. Elle is really good-
SCOTT: Eh…Elle, not so much…
GIRLS: Of course not. It’s so horrible.
SCOTT: Though their seventy-four page devotion to this fall’s fashion trends was pretty glam. (GIRLS agree) But, Allure had such a glamorous article on dresses. By the way, ladies, this season’s colors are black and white.
BRIDGET: Why do I do this to myself?
SCOTT: Personally, I think Vogue is a bit overrated-
BRIDGET: Alright. Break it up already! He’s not going to your party. Go cry about it at your own table.
(FANGIRLS leave to their table, some dejected, some angry.)
MACY: So what movie did you see?
SCOTT: Oh, you know, one of those lame horror movies.
KYLE: I didn’t think it was lame.
SCOTT: That’s because you were the only one who was scared.
KYLE: (defensively) Nu-uh! There was a girl sitting a row in front of us-
SCOTT: Exactly. A girl. You and all the girls were afraid. Seems to me you’re one of them (nudges playfully) Kylie.
KYLE: There are plenty of guys who get scared by horror movies.
SCOTT: (to MACY) You know, he tried to get me to go to a chick flick at first-
KYLE: It was supposed to be a good movie.
SCOTT: It had a plot like The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.
KYLE: That was a good movie too.
SCOTT: (laughing) You’re such a girl. (KYLE fumes) Oh, come on, Kye. I’m kidding. What are you doing tonight?
BRIDGET: He’s going to a history study group.
SCOTT: (to KYLE) You a history nerd?
KYLE: You could say that…
SCOTT: What’s your favorite time period?
KYLE: The 1920s.
SCOTT: Ugh, their fashion was atrocious. History is the key to fashion; it gives you trends to draw upon and mistakes you should never try again. Unfortunately, some people continue to walk around wearing those mistakes…
KYLE: You like history, too?
SCOTT: (laughs because he totally does not like history) You’re cute. (Bell rings. BRIDGET, MACY and POPPY get up and walk away. KYLE rises. SCOTT catches him before he leaves.) Ditch tonight.
KYLE: Huh?
SCOTT: Ditch your…study thing and come with me instead. If you’re a history dork you don’t need to study.
KYLE: I was kinda supposed to help them…
SCOTT: (dismisses with wave) That’s what textbooks are for, right? They’ll be fine. I’ve got an absolutely glamorous surprise for you.
KYLE: Where are we going?
SCOTT: You’re gonna have to wait and find out…
ACT I SCENE II
(Nighttime. SCOTT is leading KYLE down an alleyway. …elaborate later.)
KYLE: Can I know where we’re going now?
SCOTT: Kyle, have you ever had a surprise before? Relax. (Moment of silence) I don’t mean to pry but, you said you lived with your aunt, right?
KYLE: You wanna know about my parents. (sigh) I had a feeling I’d be asked sooner or later.
SCOTT: You know what, no, it’s none of my business. Sorry for bringing it up.
KYLE: I’m not an orphan if that’s what you’re wondering. I mean, I guess I’m a half-orphan…
SCOTT: Kyle-
KYLE: (Slow, hesitant) My dad was a police officer and he was killed. (SCOTT’s unsure how to respond, just listens somewhat awkwardly) And my mom…(finding difficulty getting it out) my mom…she’s not really around. (recovers) But when I came here with Auntie May I decided it was gonna be a fresh start; a second chance at life that didn’t end up swirling down the drain. (Pause as neither know what to say) So what about you? You must live with your parents.
SCOTT: Ha! You’re lucky. You had parents who loved you. (KYLE is slightly uncomfortable) That wasn’t the case with me. I busted out of that place.
KYLE: You ran away? Why would you do that?
SCOTT: Let’s just say we had strongly opposing views. We couldn’t see eye to eye. And if I didn’t leave, I’d have been saluting some Colonel Stick-Up-My-Ass over at the academy. My parents aren't very liberal thinkers. Being at home… I felt like I was being suffocated, you know? Fashion magazines hidden under the bed, glitter and eyeliner stuffed in my sock drawer… But one day I realized I needed to be free.
STRUT
SCOTT
(Randomly decided not to post the lyrics)
(A couple men pass by. They say hello to SCOTT)
KYLE: Scott, where are we?
SCOTT: A little place I like to call home. (Whisks KYLE inside Strutter’s Bar)
(Strutter’s. …Will elaborate later.)
SCOTT: (Sits at bar) I’ll take a glitter martini.
MICK: Nice try.
SCOTT: Oh, come on. Glitter martini is a step in the right direction from those shimmer shots I wanted last night.
MICK: Three more years, Scottie.
SCOTT: Just a little bit, no one’s gotta know.
MICK: If you swallow even a drop of alcohol I’m changing the locks on the apartment.
SCOTT: Fine. Gimme a lime smoothie.
MICK: (notices KYLE) Now that’s a face I don’t recognize. (Shakes KYLE’s hand) My name’s Mick.
SCOTT: Short of Mickey.
MICK: Just Mick.
SCOTT: I got him these mouse ears to wear for Halloween last year. I told him he should be Mickey Mouse. Needless to say, he didn’t go for it.
MICK: (to KYLE) Forgive him, he hasn’t quite mastered the skill of introductions. Manners are still a challenge for him too.
SCOTT: (feet are propped up on bar. MICK pointedly stares at him) What are you talking about? I’m a perfect gentleman.
MICK: Yeah, and I’m David Bowie. (Turns back to KYLE) Don’t be so shy, pull up a stool. (KYLE sits) I don’t think I caught your name.
KYLE: I’m Kyle.
SCOTT: Kyle just moved here.
MICK: I trust you’re actually friends with Scott and he didn’t just kidnap you off the street.
SCOTT: (mutters) I don’t kidnap people.
KYLE: (with a chuckle) No, we’re friends from school.
MICK: Ah. It’s nice to see Scottie’s making some new friends. (Grabs SCOTT and turns him away from KYLE, blocking KYLE from the conversation.) Does he know what he’s getting himself into?
SCOTT: Of course he does. Do you think I would’ve brought him here otherwise?
MICK: He just seems a little…naïve. (KYLE is curiously glancing around. A couple guys wave flirtatiously, KYLE happily waves back.)
SCOTT: Relax, I’ve been testing the waters all week.
MICK: And you’re sure he’s gay?
SCOTT: (Confident nod. Pauses. Considers.) …95% sure.
MICK: And he knows you’re gay? I don’t mean beat-around-the-bush confessions here, I mean flat out told him.
SCOTT: (Nods slowly at first but them more firmly) Yeah, totally. (Slings arm around KYLE) Right, Kye?
KYLE: Huh?
SCOTT: Just go with it.
KYLE: Uh…
SCOTT: Close enough.
(MICK walks away to tend to other customers)
KYLE: You two seem like close friends.
SCOTT: I guess you could say that. Mick’s kinda like my adoptive dad.