Hello, prince. (roommate says to me as I walk in the door)
Sweet beebee angle, whatcha doin. (another name my roommate calls me)
Bless her heart, she is Momocked with those boys. They will be the end of her.
(talking to my Grandmother in down east NC about my Aunt)
Hey bubba, (talking to my mom)
Arielle rolls her eyes, she doesn't have to say a word, I know what she means (we are at work, watching the guy next to us watch basketball videos all day)
Script
Scene is based on verbiage my roommate uses while talking to me.
The Misadventures
by
Allen Stenberg
EXT. Home, natural light coming in from windows – afternoon
Backstory: Michael a shares his
home with two woman, all three are in college. They met while working in the service industry together, it is also
what created this no boundaries relationship between the three. All people in
question are extremely non-heterosexual. They also share the home with two
cats.
Michael is
laying on the sofa, doing homework but also halfway watching TV. The TV is
playing softly in the background while Michael tries to work on his project.
Anna comes down the stairs after being up in her
room cleaning/putting away laundry.
Anna
What’ch doin Beebe?
What’ch doin Beebe?
Michael
Meh. I should be doing homework but I also found this documentary. Sooooooo nothing.
Meh. I should be doing homework but I also found this documentary. Sooooooo nothing.
Did you know I can see your underwear through
your leggings?
Anna
yeah, they’re too small. But it doesn’t matter because I’m not leaving the house. Jokes on you sucker.
yeah, they’re too small. But it doesn’t matter because I’m not leaving the house. Jokes on you sucker.
You wanna come outside and smoke Barbee boy?(pronounces
S with a whistle)
Michael
Yesh mama.
Yesh mama.
Michael follows Anna do the door.
Michael
One sec, I forgot my phone.
One sec, I forgot my phone.
Michael turns to go back and grab his phone,
then walkers back outside, closing the door behind him.
Anna
Hey, can you grab my lighter from the kitchen.
Hey, can you grab my lighter from the kitchen.
Michael
Erm, no captain, the door seems to be locked…
Erm, no captain, the door seems to be locked…
Anna
did you lock the door…
did you lock the door…
Michael
I don’t think so, but I must have. Because the door is locked.
I don’t think so, but I must have. Because the door is locked.
Anna
FUCK
FUCK
Michael
Let’s walk to 711.
Let’s walk to 711.
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