Man With a Plan

INT. STUDY – NIGHT

STEVE (19, gangly, nerdy) sits in a large, plush, leather, armchair. In his lap is an open book, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, he holds it forward so we can see the cover. He wears a silky night robe over jeans and a shirt, and smokes a pipe. The walls of the study are lined with books.

GARTH (19, short, average looking), sticks his head into the study, looks around, spots Steve, then enters. Outside sounds of carousing are heard.

GARTH
Steve, there you are. What are you doing in here?

STEVE
I’m waiting for Michelle. You need to go.

GARTH
Steve, no, you know she’s out of your league.

Steve drops the book into his lap and spreads his arms out as though to present himself.

STEVE
She’s not out of my league Garth, if anything she’s perfectly in my league.

GARTH
Why do you do this to yourself? You’ve got a great party going on out there, Jacob Michaels has even showed up, there’s no reason someone that popular should be at your party. You should be enjoying it.

STEVE
But don’t you see, Michelle’s the reason for the party. It’s all part of the plan.

GARTH
Oh no. Not another plan Steve.

STEVE
Oh yes.

GARTH
Is that why you’re smoking a pipe?

Steve chuckles conspiratorially.

STEVE
Good eye, yes, that’s part of it. Here’s how I see it playing out. So Michelle comes to the party, she’s a lady, she knows your supposed to thank your host. She comes looking for me. She enters, sees me looking swarve as can be, spots that I’m reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, is so incredibly impressed with my obvious sophistication and intelligence that she immediately wants to become my girlfriend.

GARTH
Don’t do this Steve, come on, come out and have fun. Do you know how hard it is as your friend to watch you do this to yourself. You don’t even want to date Michelle.

STEVE
What are you talking about? Of course I do.

GARTH
No you only think you do because she’s hot. I doubt she’s even heard of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.

STEVE
Nonsense she’s the perfect woman, you’ll see. There’s more to her than being pretty and popular, inside she’s dying to be with a guy like me.

GARTH
Is that the same robe Hugh Hefner wears?

STEVE
Correct, high five.

Steve holds his hand up. Garth reluctantly high fives him.

GARTH
You don’t need to announce a high five. Come on, leave this.

STEVE
No you need to leave, she’ll be here soon.

At that moment an attractive young woman sticks her head through the door. She is MICHELLE (19).

GARTH
Good luck.

Garth exits the room with a quick hello to Michelle that gets ignored.

MICHELLE
Well here’s the host, what are you hiding away out here for?

STEVE
Oh you know me, just enjoying a bit of a read before I go out there and rage.

Michelle looks down at the book.

MICHELLE
Oh motorbikes, that’s cool.

STEVE
Well it’s actually philoso-, doesn’t matter. Yeah I’m big into motorbikes.

MICHELLE
Cool, so look, Steve, I wanted to ask you something.

Steve swallows hard.

STEVE
Yes.

MICHELLE
Do you parents have a liquor cabinet somewhere? We’ve almost ran out.

From outside a lot of whooping and cheering is heard. Michelle, looks to the door, back at Steve with a smile, then goes out to investigate.

STEVE
No, Michelle, wait.

The door closes behind her and Steve sighs, annoyed.

Beat.

Garth reenters.

STEVE (CONT’D)
Garth, what’s going on out there? I was just about to score with Michelle.

GARTH
Jacob Michaels took his shirt off then lit his hair on fire. He didn’t put it out until he sculled a beer, it was pretty impressive.

STEVE
Ha, pathetic more like. Some guys will do anything to get a girls attention.

GARTH
Yeah, well, then Michelle started making out with him. Sorry mate.

Steve slumps back into the chair. Garth walks over to him and pats him on the shoulder.

GARTH (CONT’D)
Well at least you can forget about her now right? Let’s go get a drink yeah?

STEVE
What? No I can’t forget about her, we’re meant to be. Her and Jacob will only be a phase I know it. I just need a new plan. Maybe I should buy a motorbike?

Garth’s head drops in defeat.

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