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Cut to:
INT. LATE EVENING. KRISTOFER'S APARTMENT.
Kristofer's apartment is small. Furnished sparsely, almost coldly. Despite this, it still appears very lived-in and comfortable. The walls have a few framed photographs. Stacks of pictures lie here and there.
The door opens.
KRISTOFER and DANIEL enter. Kristofer fights to pull his key from the deadbolt.
KRISTOFERHome sweet.
Kristofer tosses his bag on the couch and moves to turn on a window unit air conditioner. He turns back to see Daniel touching a stack of photos.
KRISTOFERHeh. Keeps me sane.
DANIELSo you just take them and stack them? Don't you ever want people to see them?
KRISTOFERYou're seeing them now.
-beat-
They don't pay the rent. Student loans for my mom's bio-engineering degree that I'll never get from a school I never attend do.
DANIELBut you're good, Kristofer.
KRISTOFERLook, I didn't bring you by to be an after-school special. I'll worry about my potential myself.
DANIELIt just seems like you have something to say.
KRISTOFEREveryone has something to say. Not everyone is worth listening to.
-beat-
Did you want to see the dark room?
Cut to:
INT. EVENING. DARKROOM.
Kristofer's bathroom serves as a make-shift dark room. His limited counter space houses deodorant, pomade, developing chemicals, some pans. The overhead light is a low watt regular bulb. A lamp holds two dim red, developing lights. The shower curtain is pushed tightly to one side. A string is run across the length of the shower with a few dried photographs hanging from it.
the two boys cram in tightly. KRISTOFER turns off the overhead light and clicks on the lamp for full effect. DANIEL looks everything over. The pictures left to dry were from the night Daniel was drunk. He cocks his head to the side to peer at them.
KRISTOFERSo....
DANIELIt's nice. I mean, I've never seen a dark room before, but....
KRISTOFEREh. It's kind of a poor excuse. But it works.
Kristofer starts to pull down the pictures. He flips through them and smiles.
KRISTOFERYou were really trashed.
Daniel looks at the blurry picture of himself in Kristofer's hands.
DANIELApparently, so were you.
They laugh.
Kristofer puts the photos on the back of the toilet. They peer at each other for a moment, then Kristofer turns to the door.
KRISTOFERIt's so cramped in here.
He begins to open the door.
DANIELHey.
Kristofer turns back around.
DANIELWhat was that move you used?
Kristofer looks confused. Daniel pushes him against the door, closing it, and kisses him.
After a moment, Daniel pulls back.
KRISTOFERYeah. It was something like that.
They kiss again.
Black out.
INT. LATE EVENING. KRISTOFER'S APARTMENT.
Kristofer's apartment is small. Furnished sparsely, almost coldly. Despite this, it still appears very lived-in and comfortable. The walls have a few framed photographs. Stacks of pictures lie here and there.
The door opens.
KRISTOFER and DANIEL enter. Kristofer fights to pull his key from the deadbolt.
KRISTOFERHome sweet.
Kristofer tosses his bag on the couch and moves to turn on a window unit air conditioner. He turns back to see Daniel touching a stack of photos.
KRISTOFERHeh. Keeps me sane.
DANIELSo you just take them and stack them? Don't you ever want people to see them?
KRISTOFERYou're seeing them now.
-beat-
They don't pay the rent. Student loans for my mom's bio-engineering degree that I'll never get from a school I never attend do.
DANIELBut you're good, Kristofer.
KRISTOFERLook, I didn't bring you by to be an after-school special. I'll worry about my potential myself.
DANIELIt just seems like you have something to say.
KRISTOFEREveryone has something to say. Not everyone is worth listening to.
-beat-
Did you want to see the dark room?
Cut to:
INT. EVENING. DARKROOM.
Kristofer's bathroom serves as a make-shift dark room. His limited counter space houses deodorant, pomade, developing chemicals, some pans. The overhead light is a low watt regular bulb. A lamp holds two dim red, developing lights. The shower curtain is pushed tightly to one side. A string is run across the length of the shower with a few dried photographs hanging from it.
the two boys cram in tightly. KRISTOFER turns off the overhead light and clicks on the lamp for full effect. DANIEL looks everything over. The pictures left to dry were from the night Daniel was drunk. He cocks his head to the side to peer at them.
KRISTOFERSo....
DANIELIt's nice. I mean, I've never seen a dark room before, but....
KRISTOFEREh. It's kind of a poor excuse. But it works.
Kristofer starts to pull down the pictures. He flips through them and smiles.
KRISTOFERYou were really trashed.
Daniel looks at the blurry picture of himself in Kristofer's hands.
DANIELApparently, so were you.
They laugh.
Kristofer puts the photos on the back of the toilet. They peer at each other for a moment, then Kristofer turns to the door.
KRISTOFERIt's so cramped in here.
He begins to open the door.
DANIELHey.
Kristofer turns back around.
DANIELWhat was that move you used?
Kristofer looks confused. Daniel pushes him against the door, closing it, and kisses him.
After a moment, Daniel pulls back.
KRISTOFERYeah. It was something like that.
They kiss again.
Black out.