Duality: Torri has a very tough/resilient persona but is really sensitive underneath.

Mid-Day. two girls, Cyd and Torri are laying down in the back of a pick-up truck. It is lined with blankets and pillows. Torri is smoking a blunt and staring at the sky. Cyd is holding Torri’s phone and reading a break up text Torri was sent the night before.

Torri: How long do you think it would take to drive to California?

CYD SCROLLS TO THE END OF THE PARAGRAPH ON TORRI'S PHONE.

Cyd: This is...pretty messed up, girl.

Torri: Maybe two days if I don’t stop.

CYD HANDS TORRI’S PHONE BACK TO HER.

Torri: I just want to look at something else for awhile.

Cyd: Let‘s see a movie.

Torri: No, something real.

Cyd: The $12 you have to pay to get in is real.

Torri: I always wanted to see the Hollywood sign.

Cyd: Pretending this truck could even make it, you’d just be running away.

Torri: I don’t expect you to get it.

Cyd: Right, so I should go then?

Torri: Stop...We had this whole plan. Now it’s gone and I feel like I’m no one.

TORRI TRIES TO PASS THE BLUNT TO CYD BUT SHE REFUSES.

Cyd: I don’t smoke anymore.

Torri: I’m your best friend, I should know that. I don’t know anything anymore.

Cyd: I’m here for you, know that.

Torri: Until I fuck up, then you’ll be gone too. I fucked everything up somehow.

Cyd: He’s the one who should be saying that, not you.

Torri: No, Cyd, things don’t just fall apart out of nowhere. He wanted to marry me and get a house with a garden and little animals. We had kids names picked out. I gave up my own dreams to create ours. He was my first. He’s the only person I’ve ever... These are his fucking shoes. How do you tell someone you made all those promises to, that you don’t love them anymore? I stayed up all night trying to figure out where I messed up...

(Beat.)

Cyd: You’re not running away from this. You deserve to know what happened.

Torri: I do, he woke up and decided he doesn’t love me anymore.

Cyd: We’re driving to his place and you’re going to ask him why.

Torri: What? He doesn’t want to see me.

Cyd: You gave him 3 years of your life, he is going to give you a receipt for that shit.

Torri: And get broken up with, again, to my face? No thanks.

Cyd: Or you can spend the rest of your life asking why. You don’t have time for that.

Torri: Fuck time. Fuck being lied to like love is gonna persevere through all the bullshit we put ourselves through.

Cyd: Get up.

Torri: Nah I’m good.

CYD FORCES TORRI TO STAND.

Cyd: Scream.

Torri: I’m not doing this.

Cyd: You’re pissed off, he broke up with you through text! You’re smoking weed in the back of your dirty ass pick up truck. SCREAM!!

TORRI SCREAMS.

Cyd: That’s all you get. Let’s go.

THEY GET DOWN FROM THE TRUCK.

Torri: Bossy.

Cyd: Yup. And you know what we‘re gonna do when he opens the door?

TORRI AND CYD SCREAM TOGETHER.

FADE TO BLACK.

Victoria Hicks

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