difference being…?
Her
Loads of eye contact and loads of kissing like everywhere and hair pulling and nail raking and breathless ‘I love you’s and very deep thrusting [breaking stride to give an example] you know cause you just want each other closer. You just want your souls to touch. Because if they touch that’s it right? [Looking to The Boy for eye contact] We have achieved the ancient human life goal that we’ve been put here for. The melding of two souls [sucking on a clean bone and letting it sit there like a cigarette in the mouth of an American 80’s detective]
The Boy
[Throwing a bone on the street absentmindedly] Riiight?
Her
See God put us down here right and pulled our individual souls apart and put them into two different bodies. And he was like, ‘live and grow and develop and undo what I have done. Put your souls back together.’ So the original people tried and tried. Got close. But failed. So generations and generations went on and eventually they were like- ‘marriage! That’s two souls becoming one we’ve done it we won!’ See we try to fix things with words and laws and rules and shit but it wasn’t done. We can’t just say it and it is. We are not gods.
The Boy
So what happens when two souls become one? Like for real?
Her
I’m not sure. I’m thinking superpowers
The Boy
Superpowers?
Her
Yep
The Boy
Well its worth a try if that’s the prize I suppose
Her
You mean us… try… together? [Kicking her legs higher with each step, like a high hippie Nazi]
The Boy
[Nervous laughing] No I…just meant in general
Her
Oh yeah. Totally.
Cut back to The Boy’s room. He’s lying on his side of the bed again with his hands behind his head. Her is going through his bookshelf on the other end of the room. The Boy is checking Her out as the sun and Her’s hair plays games.
Her
[Excited] Murakami?! You’ve read Murakami?
The Boy
Yeah just two
Her
[Happy angry] And?
The Boy
He’s amazing [she smiles with her shoulders dropping. Tension dissipated]
Her
[Not really to him. More so to the book in her hand] So amazing
The Boy
It’s kind of like poetry. I only noticed after I tried to read another book after reading two Murakami’s and it just didn’t flow as well you know?
Her
Exactly [putting the book between her thighs, proceeding to tie her hair into a loose ponytail] I’m a writer you know?
The Boy
[Not surprised] Really..
Her
Yeah
The Boy
Of what?
Her
Mostly erotica but also fashion blogs and music blogs [putting the book back on the shelf and turning to The Boy with a hand on her hip]
The Boy
Awesome
Her
Really?
The Boy
What?
Her
Most guys are like [generic guy voice] ‘oooh erotica…like what hehe’
The Boy
‘Hehe’? Well I guess I’m not most guys…though that does sound too cliché
Her
I write femdom erotica [Sitting on the bed, facing The Boy] do you know what that is?
The Boy
Female domination, right?
Her
Yeah exactly, I dunno, I got a commission to do this femdom piece for some guy’s birthday present from his wife and it stuck. Cause you know writing is all about power right, like you have control over your characters and everything like that. But to write about domination is this whole other power trip. Kinda addictive
The Boy
So I’m assuming you do your own researching for your writing?
Her
Yeah obviously, I’m a great writer, I would be famous but I don’t want that
The Boy
Of course
Her
Do you want to be part of my research files? [Toothy grin reappears]
The Boy
What would that entail?
Her
For you…[leaning in towards his face]…a lot…but what do you do Mr. Mononoahwaray? [Jumping off the bed, putting both hands on her hips]
The Boy
Do?
Her
I’m a writer and you’re a…?
The Boy
A lawyer, well studying to be anyways
Her
[Squinting and tilting her head to one side with her ponytail following] You don’t look like a lawyer [sticking out bottom lip slightly]
The Boy
Yeah I know, I just have this vision or whatever of interviewing a murderer or a rapist or you know some really bad dude and saving the day
Her
Woo [Flashes him]
The Boy
See that’s the kind of reaction I want in the courtroom!
Her
[Laughing] of course
[Pause]
You have a fridge in your room! [Pointing really dramatically to the space by the bed, which if we could see, which we cannot, because of the bed, we would see a red mini fridge]
The Boy
Yep
Her
[Bends down and rummages through the fridge. We hear bottles clinking mostly. She takes and lifts up a bottle of champagne] and this is for?
The Boy
No particular reason, it was on offer the last time I went shopping so…
Her
[Smiling with teeth] So…?
The Boy
[Smiling without teeth] So…?
Her
Should we?!
The Boy
Haha if you want, I don’t mind, I’m not too badly hungover from last night anymore [lying]
Cut to both in bed, sitting up watching The Wackness on the TV at the foot of the bed, drinking champagne from the bottle
Her
This is a great movie
The Boy
Really is
Her
[Passing the bottle] should really start an appreciation club for this thing man
The Boy
True…[as he’s drinking she puts her hand down under the sheets again. The Boy chokes on champagne. Her stares hard at him and eventually smiles an empty smile]
Her
Walk me to the station after okay
The Boy
Sure
Cut to exterior, both walking to the station, holding hands, not interlocking fingers
Her
Aliens?
The Boy
Most definitely
Her
Threat?
The Boy
We are yeah
Her
[Smirking]…why are we here?
[The Boy looks at a open door as they walk past and looks back soon after]
What?
The Boy
Nothing I just never seen that door open before
Her
Never
The Boy
Never, I walk past nearly everyday to go uni, it’s weird to see it open, I just assumed it was abandoned or something
Her
[Stopping and pulling him back] Let's go
Cut to them walking up a set of narrow stairs, walls on both sides of them, still holding hands. Her leads, The Boy follows. They stop at the top of the stairs in front of a half red and half blue door, cracked open
Her holds just The Boy’s pinky finger in her hand now and pushes the door with her other. Creaking.
Lying on the ground is a clearly dead man
Fade on gr
owing faint smiles
End.
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