Okay, so this was originally going to be for my drama class. Our assignment was to write a 5-10 minute play, and this was me trying to get ideas for a decent one. It just sort of morphed into this. Hope it amuses you guys.
Set: in someone's bedroom/living room/family room
Props: couch, table, beer! Maybe pack packs...
Cast: Tony (age 16), Aaron (age 16)
Scene opens with Tony and Aaron sitting on the couch each with a beer bottle.
Tony: Ha, remember when we convinced everyone that the cafeteria food was some sort of freaky experiment that the science department was trying out?
Aaron: it wasn't that farfetched, when you think about it.
(Relaxed silence)
Tony: *sigh* it sucks that you're leaving.
Aaron: you wanna try convincing my dad to let me stay?
Tony: *snort* not really, no. I value my life, thanks.
Aaron: exactly.
(Pause)
Tony: where are you goin' again?
Aaron: *shrugs* somewhere in West Virginia, I think.
Tony: huh
Aaron: yeah.
Tony: sucks.
Aaron: *shrugs* dunno. Boarding school might be interesting.
(Tony sits up and stares at Aaron)
Tony: don't tell me you actually wanna go man? Seriously?
Aaron: well . . .
Tony: oh, god, you do, don't you? What's wrong with you man? Do you actually wanna be labelled a geek for the rest of your high school career?
Aaron: you're exaggerating, 's not that bad. Get a new laptop 'n everythin.
Tony: so? What about all the shit we got ourselves into, man? What about that who affair with Emily what's-her-name? Don't tell me you're just going to up and forget everything and become some straight-laced, uptight lawyer type?
Aaron: you do realize that Emily and I never actually dated, right?
Tony: you didn't?
Aaron: *shakes head* nope.
Tony: why not, man? She's a total bombshell. And she was obviously totally crazy about you.
Aaron: *shrugs* not my type.
(Tony sits back)
Tony: whatever man. *pauses* what is your type then? And don't say Hayley.
Aaron: *scowls* Hayley is definitely not my type.
Tony: *chuckles* maybe not, but I'm pretty sure you're hers.
Aaron: what 'bout you and Amanda Voss?
Tony: *hesitates* that . . . didn't end well.
Aaron: huh.
Tony: she . . . wasn't who I thought she was.
Aaron: harsh.
Tony: *mutters* you have no idea.
Aaron: what?
Tony: nothing. . . . . you know you never did answer my question.
Aaron: what question?
Tony: what's your type?
Aaron: (hesitates) well, um…
(Aaron gets text message)
Tony: who's it from?
Aaron: oh, it was, uh, Tim.
Tony: McGee? You're talking to – why?
Aaron: *shrugs* no reason. We have a few things in common is all.
Tony: but everyone hates McGee. He's such a little fag.
Aaron: …
Tony: I mean, everyone knows he's a queer. He has, like, no friends.
Aaron: Probably because everyone thinks like you do.
Tony: what are you talking about?
Aaron: you! You're sitting here bad-mouthing someone you don't even really know. You just avoid him 'cause you believe all the rumours.
Tony: what's there to know? He's a geek and a queer.
Aaron: that's just what everyone says! Have you ever even talked to him?
Tony: dude, why are you defending him?
Aaron: he's my friend. That's kinda what friends do for each other.
Tony: and since when are you two friends?
Aaron: since Morgan's party. We got talking and well…
Tony: dude, 10 bucks says he was coming on to you. He probably just wants to get into your pants, the little fag.
(Aaron stands)
Aaron: stop saying that!
(Tony stands)
Tony: dude, what has gotten into you?
Aaron: Do you even listen to yourself?
Tony: what's the big deal? All I did was call McGee a –
Aaron: it you say that one more time, I swear to god, DiNozzo.
Tony: what, fag? What's the deal? It's just a word.
Aaron: it's a slur, and it's insulting.
Tony: why do you care anyway?
Aaron: because I'm gay, damn it!
(Prolonged silence)
Aaron: I – I mean ... I uh...
Tony: you're gay?
Aaron: ... yeah.
Tony: how long have you...?
Aaron: does it really matter?
Tony: not really, I guess.
(Another silence)
Tony: so, you and McGee?
Aaron: *shifts awkwardly* sort of. With me moving in a few weeks...
Tony: right. ... ... is that why your dads sending you to boarding school?
Aaron: ... yeah.
Tony: damn.
Aaron: so do you – I mean this isn't going to... you're cool with this?
Tony: *rubs the back of his head* well, it's not... I mean, I wasn't exactly expecting this, but ... yeah, I'm cool with it. You're my best friend, man, you could be a serial killer and I'd still stand by you.
Aaron: *sighs in relief* thanks. That ... that really means a lot, man. . . .(pause) serial killer? Really? That's the first thing that pops into your head?
Tony: hey, you never know, it could happen.
Might turn this into a series thing, I don't know. I'll see how it goes. Brownie points to anyone who can spot all the references.