Scene IX: Kitchen, later that afternoon.
Jen sits at the kitchen table with the Sunday paper spread out. She has the real estate and job sections laid out. If she was going to find anything, this would be the place to go. Sharpie in hand, she scans both sections meticulously. A few are promising, but not much is to be had with her budget. She thinks to herself, "I didn't know San Diego would be as expensive as Long Island!"
Drake enters the kitchen, and heads towards the fridge. He sees Jen at the table reading the paper.
Drake: Find anything yet?
Jen: Not much, but I've got a few leads.
Drake: Well, Josh will be home in a couple of hours after his shift. He can take you around if you want.
Jen: What about you? Can't you show me around?
Drake: Me? Apartment hunting? I've got better things to do with my time.
Jen: Oh, yeah? Like what?
Drake: Well… (he tries to think of a legitimate excuse for not chauffering Jen around San Diego)… I have to restring my guitar.
Jen: Nice. I'm so glad that you're such a hospitable guy, Drake. It's no wonder you've got girls all over you. (she says sarcastically).
Drake: Oh, come on! You don't expect me to put my life on hold so you can find an apartment, do you? Even you have to admit that it's boring.
Jen: It's not something I am looking forward to doing. It's a necessity. It's what grown-ups do. Obviously you haven't grown up yet.
Drake: Wow! Aren't you a little touchy?
Jen: You have a lot to learn, my friend. A lot to learn…
With that, Drake shakes his head and leaves with his can of Mocha Cola. He'd be damned if he was going to spend any time with Josh's bitchy cousin this week. He's going to make himself as scarce as possible. He was only being nice to her because his parents were around. Now that they're in Hawaii, he didn't have to bow down and kiss her feet. Kiss my ass, he thought.
