Chapter 1
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[Teenage Denial: Season 6, Episode 4, Scene 3- Forgiveness]
(Trish comes out in long, flowing robe, answering the door. She opens it with a mild, but shocked expression. Jake smiles and makes his way inside the house, looking around for something to do.)
Trish: WHAT-ARE- you doing here?! I said, LEAVE ME ALONE! I've had it with this breaking up and getting back together again crap! (Jake turns around)
Jake: Trish, listen to me. Why do you think I've come here, to argue? No, I'm here because I want to talk to you... (gulps) and apologize.
Trish: And I care why? Oh wait, I don't care at all!
Jake: Amand-(Trish catches his mistake and cries)
Trish: Yeah, call me Amanda again, because you clearly love her more than me! (Runs to couch while Jake follows)
Jake: Come on, Trish! Stop acting so childish! I made bad mistakes in the past, but can't you forgive me? Babe…
Trish: Forgive you?! I've forgiven you about ten times! I'm out of forgiveness! I know what you were doing that Saturday, just like all of the other Saturdays! Cheating on me, and with my best friend!
Jake: I'm sor-(Trish cuts in)
Trish: No, get the hell out!
Jake: Babe, I'm sorry. I promise nothing like this will ever happen again! Just give me one last chance to redeem myself. (Trish ducks head and goes into Jake's arms still crying). It's okay, babe. I'm always going to be here for you, no matter what. Promise.
Trish: (mumbling sound) Promise? No more crap?
Jake: Promise. I will never want to see you like this again. (Both smile and music fades scene away)
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I ran upstairs (the upstairs set), Michael Neils (the person who plays Jake on Teenage Denial and my real life boyfriend) ran up after the scene was done, and pecked my cheek.
"You know, you don't have to pretend anymore, we're not near the tabloids," I said, since we were only dating for the press (image, psh).
"Do I care? No, I'm serious, maybe we should actually date, for real this time," he said, stretching his arm around my shoulder. I quickly yanked it off and scurried to my dressing room.
I could smell the lavender perfume covering the air of the purple room I entered. Pictures of all the shows I've done were all over the walls, gosh, sometimes I disgust myself. Anyways, I sat in a big leather white chair, and held my fluffy dog, Molly. Her fur gently brushed the sides of my cheeks as she moved. I sighed. Why can't I have a peaceful time like this all the time? As I began to relax, I was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Ugh, who is it?" I groaned, slumping fully onto the couch. "Delivery for Rosalie, "he said. I quickly cut him off, angry at his mistake. "It's Rossalind," I corrected. As I got up, Molly jumped away from my clasp. I opened my dressing room door. The man must have left, because there was a basket of roses outside, with a card in between them. I picked the lovely smelling basket of roses and went back inside my dressing room. There, I set them down onto the coffee table, and quickly picked up the card. On the front, there was a beautiful design of flowers. I turned it over to the back, and read what it said.
To a person more beautiful than flowers
Here are some roses to brighten your day.
Sincerely,
Matthew Surly