(and then—suddenly and inexplicably—there's a light.)
II: Your room smells like Cheetos and pot.
I: If you hate it so much, breath through your mouthIt's my room.
II: Ugh, and your breath smells even worse. Altoid?
I: Fuck you.
III: Oh my god, you two. Shut. Up.
I: Okay, okay, cut the bitchy attitude. I shoulda' known better then to let you raid the tea box; you always get crazy when you drink more than two cups at once.
III: I do not! You little
II: Now, Now, girls, be nice.
I: Okay, okay whatever. No one gives a crap.
II: Hey, pass me a slice of jalapeño pizza?
III: Souh . . .so when should we start getting ready to go?
II: Not yet. I wanna finish up the pizza first.
I: Yeah, and I don't wanna miss the new episode of Kkotboda Namja. We've still got another couple hours before my parents get backbe patient.
III: Sure, sure. I'm gonna go fix my makeup.
I: Why are you so boring? You know, maybe you should just go home.
II: Don't! I meanshe didn't meanuh . . .
III: No, maybe she's right. You know how I am about the dark. Why is it so late, anyway . . .?
II: Cuz it has to be.
I: Besides, who "goes home" anymore, anyways? I mean, your acting like you actually
III: I guess I do.
II: Then why?
I: Then why the hell did you come in the first place, huh? Do you get a kick out of letting us down? Do you think this is a fucking joke?
II: Calm down. Just
I: Don't talk shit! We're in this together, remember?
III: My family is expecting me by midnight. It's . . .better if I just gouh . . .you know.
II: Don't go. Please?
III: What else can I do?
II: I don't know, but
III: 'm sorry.
I: Yeah, you'd better be.
II: Aren't you gonna stop her?
I: You and I both know we can't do much of anything now. She's long gone. Can't even see 'er through the window anymore.
II: But she promisedwe promised each other that
I: Shut up. Just shut up. Look, it was stupid to even ask. I had a feeling this'd happen.
II: You're not even gonna say goodbye?
I: Just leave $20 next to the note and say it's for her. Maybe that'll persuade her to forgive our bad manners.
II: But won't you miss her?
I: That wont matter much anymore.
II: I guess, but
I: Quit runnin' your mouth and go get your coat. We're already veering off schedule, and your guilt is giving me a headache.
IV: So where are those friends that you went out with earlier?
III: They . . .uh . . .left early. Had to go somewhereI didn't have anywhere else to go, so I just came back home.
IV: Oh. So, do you want some leftovers? You were out late so you missed dinner, but
III: I'm not really hungry. Sorry.
IV: If you say so . . .Oh! By the way, did you see the latest Kkotboda Namja? It was so
III: You should stop talking now. Before I smash your face in, I mean.
IV: Yeah, okayHey! Put down the frying pan!
III: I warned you.
IV: And I didn't listen. Now that that's out of the way, come with me. There's something you need to talk to me about.
III: Waitwhat? First of all: Something I need to talk to you about? I think you've got your words mixed up. And second: Since when have I ever done what you told me to?
IV: Stop trying to act tough and follow me. You always do what I tell you.
I: Iz fuckin' c-cold!
II: You're really beautiful when you're drunk.
I: I know, I know.
II: Heylet's take a picture together.
I: Wh-what the . . .why th' . . .hell should we?
II: BecauseI dunno. Here we are, with out hair and makeup done, dressed to the nines, drunk, all that jazz. I just feel like we should preserve the moment, you know?
I: Izzanyone gonna care?
II: They might! The picture'll probably turn out really cute, so . . .
I: I ain't talkin' 'bout the picture. Tch', you knew that.
I: So . . .?
II: Probably. But . . .it's their fault, so let them worry about it.
I: Aw yeah! Amen to that.
II: . . .You know, the river actually looks kinda pretty now; it isn't all slimy looking and green like it is during the day.
I: Iz those damn streetlights. They're makin' it all sparkly an' shit.
II: Heyare you scared?
I: I got nothin' left to lose but my life.
II: Oh, the irony.
I: . . .
II: . . .
I: Y-you'll hold my hand, right?
II: Yeah. Let's go.
IV: You smell like Cheetos and pot. You need to shower. Like, now.
III: What did you mean back there, anyway? "There's something you need to talk to me about"?
IV: . . .
IV: Something happenedright?
III: '. . .'
III: . . .You always keep your room so dark and cold. It's freakin' weird.
IV: Heyit's my room.
III: It's like you're a goddamn mold spore . . .
IV: I know something happened.
III: You're wrong.
IV: And you've never been able to lie to me before.
III: I mean . . .nothing much, really. I just hung out with some friends.
IV: So then where did they go?
III: They left.
IV: Really now?
III: Okay. They're . . .dead, I guess. Drowned themselves in the river about 20 minutes agoboth of 'em.
III: I was gonna do it too.
IV: Why didn't you?
III: I was gonna, but II had a headache, and I . . .promised I'd be home by midnight. It just didn't feel right.
IV: That's some pretty fucked up logic, you know.
III: You don't say.
IV: And you'll probably get interrogated by the police or something.
IV: Also you should probably go see a shrink.
III: I get it already.
IV: You're makeup looks nice, though.
III: Shut up and go to sleep.
IV: You'll still be here when I wake up, right?
III: . . .Probably not.
IV: Yeah. I figured as much.
III: If you need me I'll be at the park begging for money. But if you actually do need me, don't expect to find me there.
IV: You'll be back.
III: Don't sound so freakin' sure.
IV: Don't act like I don't know you better than that by now, you
III: You don't know anything, you're just some goddamn hypocrite is what
IV: At least I didn't kill my own
III: That's not true! You know that's not true! It's not true, so you take that load of shit back!
IV: You know I would if I could, but I can't.
III: YouYou . . .That's it. That is fucking it. I'm leaving.
IV: You won't get far in that sorry state.
III: The fuck I won'tyou just watch, asshole!
IV: . . .I'm glad you came home, you know.
IV: I mean . . .I wish I could help you. But I'm no good at this shit, and I'm, like, scared out of my mind.
IV: I guess I'm not really cut out for all your dramaI'm trying to figure out my life, okay? I don't always have the time to figure yours out too. I guess I'm sorry about that, though. So in the meantime I just . . .
III: 'You just' . . .?
IV: I― I want to make sure that you―I mean, I just . . .need you to know how much you're not in the way, how much you make things hurt less, how much you make things better, and I
III: You're getting in the way with all your rambling.
III: I don't really care what you have to say, you know.
IV: You know what? Fine. Just go with your gut―it knows you better than I do.
III: Would you look at that? You've finally waded through all that prickly pride and said something truthful, for once.
IV: You'd make a horrible homeless person.
III: That's theugh, forget it. Just go to sleep, okay?
IV: Will you . . .?
III: Yeah, yeah. I'll see you in the morning.