By Benjamin Poulos (Baltimore, MD)
EXT. PARK LAWN- NIGHT
Two female-bodied people lie outstretched on an expanse of well-maintained grass. They have honeysuckles arranged in loose crowns around their heads. The sky above them is completely clear.
I say we should go home. I am so, so tired.
I… I think I could talk some more..
PATTI dramatically unfolds her arms and slams them onto the
(cartoon voice like a sad dog)
I just don’t know if I wanna go home.
Caitlin stares intensely at the sky.
I think if aliens existed they could, they could be super far away.
You can be my alien from far away.
Yeah I guess.
(mock cartoon voice)
Yeah I guess…
super far away…
They lie there for a moment without stirring, Caitlin picks a honeysuckle out of Patti’s hair and sucks in the nectar.
Caitlin sweetie, I don’t think it’s fair that you should be able to go to college and leave me here in the dirt.
(mock parental voice)
Well maybe when you decide to go, you won’t feel the same way.
I don’t know if college is going to happen anytime soon for me.
The two sit there in silence for a while. Patti makes blubbering noises, like sadness expressed by a character from Tom and Jerry. Caitlin joins in.
Okay, let’s go.
Caitlin gets up and looks at Patti, who takes a second and then gets up.
INT. MAKESHIFT-STUDIO BASEMENT
Patti takes out a frame of a model horse constructed out of sculpy. She takes out a video camera and films herself layering on strips of sculpy onto the horse and smoothing it out. An argument is taking place upstairs, muffled by a closed door. After a couple hours of working, she walks over to her computer and uploads the video file onto her computer. She opens up a chat window and starts talking to “Vanessa.”
INT. VANESSA’S BASEMENT/LIVING ROOM
Patti sits alone on a faded teal couch, her Griffindor backpack on the coffee table in front of her. Vines hang out of pots hooked on the ceiling. Kiss of Life by Sade plays out of a small portable ipod speakers.
Hey what the fuck type of tea do you want?
Ok- I got one. And I’m bringing it to you. Presently.
Vanessa enters the room.
Yeah. I don’t know if aliens exist.
If they do, why haven’t they shown up on this planet and made themselves known, you know-, explicitly?
Vanessa sets the tea down.
I’m starting to think they do, and that you are one of them.
Oh- damn- haha- that’s not true.
Patti sips the tea, giving Vanessa a mischievous side-eye.
Wow- this tea is aaamazing.
Yeah, actually my mom put this together. She’s taking some sort of herbology class.
Patti yells in enthusiasm, almost pointing at her teeshirt, instead placing her hands down on the couch. Vanessa stares uncertainly at her.
INT. VANESSA’S BASEMENT/LIVING ROOM- LATER
Vanessa and Patti have out a mixture of inks and a small collection of pipets/ drawing materials. They drop ink from inkwells and jars onto a large sheet of paper. Occasionally Patti brushes the ink of the paper to make vague animal shapes. Vanessa takes the brush and draws a realistic horse like the one Patti was constructing in her living room. Patti looks up at Vanessa.
That’s Thundershaker.. You know about him?
Yeah, I watch the videos you send me.
Patti goes silent for a beat. Vannessa places her hand on Patti’s hand.
Okay. Thanks! Your nails are sharp.
Vanessa holds up her hand and flicks her nails out and hisses.
(laughing / fake screaming)
That was scary- aaaaAAaa.
Patti draws the shape of a dog in ink while fake screaming.
EXT. SUBURBAN BACKYARD
Patti walks around her house to the back door leading to her basement. Her brother and a few friends are drinking beer around a small fire in a metal pit.
BROTHER’S FRIEND GREG
He-ho Hey! What’s up Greg!
Patti’s brother shoots her a look, Patti walks toward the fire pit.
See ya Patti.
Patti sinks down in an empty chair next to Greg.