ACT ONE

FADE IN:

INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE TRAVIS'S ROOM – NIGHT (NIGHT ONE)

JULES is frantically dialing on her telephone.

JULES: Ellie, come over here, quick.

ELLIE (V.O.): What is it now, Jules?

JULES: I think Travis and Ellie slept together.

ELLIE (V.O.): I'll be right there.

(A loud crash is heard downstairs. ELLIE comes rushing up the stairs.)

JULES: So?

ELLIE: They clearly slept together, but they didn't have sex.

JULES: How can you tell?

ELLIE: First of all, they are over the covers, and they are fully dressed. They even have their socks on. Jellybean usually sleeps naked.

JULES: Maybe they had sex, got dressed, and then fell asleep.

ELLIE: Because they knew you would wake up before them and overreact?

JULES: Right.

ELLIE: I love it when you jump to conclusions.

JULES: And I love it when you're sarcastic.

ELLIE: (looking at Jules for the first time) Anyway, I thought you said you were okay with them getting together.

JULES: I'm okay with them dating, but he's still my little boy. I can't think of him having sex with one of my best friends.

ELLIE: It's weird that you think of him having sex at all.

JULES: You know what I mean. I just thought they'd date for a while first, so I'd have some more time to get used to the idea.

ELLIE: You really thought if Travis, a horny college kid, and Jellybean, the sluttiest woman we know, got together, they wouldn't start banging right away?

JULES: Yeah, I thought I raised him better than that. I taught him to respect women.

ELLIE: And clearly he listened. He obviously cares enough about Laurie that he told her to get back together with Wade. Whatever reason Laurie had for being in Travis's room last night, all he wanted to do was to cuddle with her. How can you say he didn't learn to respect women?

JULES: (grinning) What would I do without you, Ellie?

ELLIE: (grinning) You'd die, Jules, you would die.

JULES: I know.

ELLIE: Should we wake the love birds up?

JULES: No, let them sleep, but, first, get my camera.

ELLIE: (her grin widens) Blackmail, I like it.

JULES: No, in case they get married, I'll show this picture at their wedding.

CUT TO:

INT. TRAVIS'S ROOM – THE NEXT DAY (DAY TWO)

Travis and Laurie are lying next to each other on his bed, their arms and legs intertwined. Laurie wakes.

LAURIE: Morning, sleepyhead.

TRAVIS: (smiling) Morning, Laurie. (no longer smiling) Laurie? (shocked) What are you doing here?

LAURIE: (frowning) You don't remember?

TRAVIS: Oh, wait, it's coming back to me now.

LAURIE: Did you have a dream about me?

TRAVIS: Yeah, but not like the ones I used to have. It was different. (pause) You seem disappointed.

LAURIE: Well, yeah, I liked it when you used to have those dreams.

TRAVIS: I still fantasize about you, but not sexually.

LAURIE: (bewildered) I don't get it.

TRAVIS: Never mind, you wouldn't understand.

LAURIE: (starting to look angry) Yes, I would!

TRAVIS: You want to know what I fantasize when I'm thinking about you?

LAURIE: (she sits up) Yes! Tell me.

TRAVIS: (he sits up, mimicking her pose) I think about us being in love, having a real relationship, building a family together.

LAURIE: (bewildered again) That can get you hard? How can you masturbate to that?

TRAVIS: I never said that I masturbate to you.

LAURIE: I just always assumed you did. Everyone assumed that.

TRAVIS: So? Let them think that. I only care that you know the truth and how you felt about it.

LAURIE: (frowning again) It made me feel hot. Trav, I really like that I can turn you on that much. I'm actually a little disappointed that you don't think of me when you're masturbating.

TRAVIS: It's not enough that I'm totally in love with you? That I care about you more than anyone else in the world other than my parents? That a part of me dies whenever you leave the room?

LAURIE: (smiling) Well, it's a start. Tell me, then, who do you think about when you're ––

TRAVIS: Come on.

LAURIE: Tell me, Trav, please.

TRAVIS: (smiling) Oh, all right. Mostly Megan Fox, but sometimes that annoying girl from Friends.

LAURIE: The brunette?

TRAVIS: Yeah.

LAURIE: The one that looks like ––

TRAVIS: Please, don't say it. I'm begging you.

LAURIE: So, never me?

TRAVIS: Not anymore. I did when I first met you, but I haven't done it for a couple of years.

LAURIE: Why not?

TRAVIS: Because you're my friend. I mean, I'm in love with you, but I don't think of you that way anymore. I respect you too much.

LAURIE: (as bewildered as ever) Huh? That makes no sense.

TRAVIS: (no longer smiling) I know, but it's the way I feel.

LAURIE: How about Ellie? You ever think about her?

TRAVIS: Sometimes, but she's so mean. It really ruins the mood.

LAURIE: Ah, gotchya.

(Laurie gets out of the bed and stands up.)

LAURIE (CONT'D): Well, I gotta bounce. Laters, Trav.

TRAVIS: Ok, Laurie, bye.

(Laurie walks towards the door. She stops just as she's about to leave.)

LAURIE: If you ever want to talk dirty or get a private show, you know where to find me.

TRAVIS: Ok, I'll bear that in mind. I love you, Laurie.

LAURIE: Love you, too, Trav.

CUT TO:

INT. JULES'S KITCHEN – DAY (DAY TWO)

Travis is sitting at the kitchen table eating a toaster pastry. Jules enters.

TRAVIS: Oh, hey, mom, what's up?

JULES: (frowning sharply) You want to tell me what Laurie was doing in your room last night?

TRAVIS: Not really.

JULES: (her frown softens) You sure you don't want to talk about it?

TRAVIS: Not with you.

JULES: I'm your mother, we talk about everything.

TRAVIS: And that's exactly why we can't talk about this.

JULES: (on the verge of tears) Do you try to hurt me, Travis?

TRAVIS: No, it's just –. (pause) Never mind. Where's dad?

JULES: He's living at Grayson's house. His boat got hit pretty bad in the hurricane.

TRAVIS: (getting up) Ok, see you later.

JULES: Just, one question.

TRAVIS: (stopping and turning around) What's that?

JULES: Do you love her more than me?

TRAVIS: (smiling) No, mom, I do believe you have successfully screwed up my relationships with women. I will never love another woman more than I love you.

JULES: That's all I wanted to hear.

FADE OUT.

END OF ACT ONE