INT. DAY. CLASSROOM.
The classroom of a university. Desks seating two people are arranged in haphazard columns of three or four, with several rows near the front vacant. ALICE sits alone at her desk near the middle of the room. She is an impatient but reserved girl with yellowy-blond hair. RYAN is behind her. He is attractive with light brown hair and blue eyes.
INT. ALICE’S POV.
ALICE taps a pen on her notepad, looking bored.
RYAN leans forward.
INT. ALICE AND CONSCIENCE.
The girl on the next desk leans over to whisper in ALICE’S ear.
Oh my God. He just talked to you!
Try to look indifferent. How?
Um… Stare at your nails!
ALICE contemplates her nails.
I think I forgot my umbrella.
(still staring at nails)
Okay, you can stop staring at your nails now.
Oh for the love of God don’t you dare bite them.
RYAN nods his head as he drags the word out.
ALICE looks down at her bag, half concealed by the desk.
INT. ALICE’S BAG.
The zipper of the big pocket is open; a pink, polka-dotted umbrella is poking out.
INT. ALICE AND CONSCIENCE.
Don’t say it. Don’t say it!
Wanna walk with me?
Damn it! You said it. You idiot. You’re going
to be all tongue-tied for the entire half-hour walk.
Dig a hole and bury yourself in it-
ALICE digs her fingers through her hair.
Curses on your genetic pool!
The bell sounds. Everyone gets up to leave.
INT. ALICE RYAN AND CONSCIENCE.
ALICE lets RYAN pass and goes to follow him.
INT. ALICE AND CONSCIENCE.
(chasing after ALICE)
Um… okay! You can do this.
Be interesting. It’s not that hard.
INT. DOOR WAY.
ALICE follows RYAN out of the classroom. ALICE clutches the umbrella lethally in one hand.
There’s a pile-up at the doors. People are pushing out the girls with the hairspray hair and the skimpy skirts. Little shrieks are sounding every few seconds as a result of this.
Well, don’t all talk at once!
Marnie Watson and her three followers come down the adjacent hallway.
Everyone turns to look at her.
MARNIE is a glamorous girl and an extroverted personality.
She’s the “prettiest girl in school”, you know?
With wavy, chocolate-coloured hair, hazel
eyes framed by thick dark lashes, perfectly bronzed
long legs and impeccable fashion sense.
INT. PINK UMBRELLA.
She wouldn’t be caught dead
with a pink, polka-dotted umbrella.
Serves you right for actually keeping the flaming thing.
Oh shit. I’m scowling at her. But it’s Ryan she wants.
MARNIE saunters over to us.
All eyes following her shapely form.
MARNIE runs her hands across one of RYAN’s shoulders, up his neck and down his jaw line before the hands curl off his skin, ever so gracefully.
Double-curses on your genetic pool.
Why can’t you look more like her? Then you’d
be confident and talking to him wouldn’t
be like fighting an avalanche.
What a bitch.
Oh would you stop looking at her already?
Just because she’s doing some fucked up
tango doesn’t mean that you have to watch,
even if it is with him.
INT. ALICE’S FACE.
As if he’d care that you’re there.
Even if he remembered your existence
he wouldn’t stop playing with her.
I have to go, Marnie. I’ve gotta get home.
Yeah, maybe he cares. But I doubt it.
Oh, sure thing, darling.
MARNIE extricates herself from him and saunters back down the hall to her hangers-on, making sure her hips rotate practically 360° with every step.
She must be trying so hard to look sexy that she’s walking slow-mo.
For once, I have to agree.
(turning to ALICE)
So how about that walk home?
And so he didn’t forget about you.
With an umbrella, if you wanna be specific.
What a retard. I have nothing to say to you.
INT. ALICE POV.
RYAN grins like crazy, turns and starts to shove and push through the crowd.
INT. SCHOOL ENTRANCE/EXIT.
ALICE follows, leaving the umbrella by her side, half-open and prepared for the torrential rain outside.
EXT. SCHOOL STEPS.
ALICE opens the umbrella and RYAN takes it from her hands. CONSCIENCE follows, not really fitting under but still annoyed by the rain.
EXT. ALICE AND RYAN
My God his eyes are practically golden.
And look, you’re totally lost for words.
I so told you this would happen.
Now you’re just going to waste this entire
opportunity staring into his eyes
instead of getting to know him.
Say something. Hell, can you even open your mouth?
ALICE inhales through her nose, holds her breath like she is counting to ten and then exhales through her mouth.
ALICE goes to speak.
(unknowingly cutting her off)
What are you thinking?
A little deep for, you know, the first
conversation you’ve ever had with her!
Uh… mostly it’s my conscience yelling at me.
Cricket noise. RYAN looks at ALICE really strangely.
You’re such an idiot. I don’t even know you.
Why couldn’t I be inside Marnie’s head?
Yeah, she keeps telling me to
be more like Marnie Watson.
Wh-why would it… she want
you to be like… Marnie?
Something about being able to talk to
guys without swallowing my tongue.
EXT. RYAN’S FACE.
He bursts out laughing.
EXT. ALICE’S FACE.
Does – your – conscience – have – a – name?
Uhmm… I never really considered it.
Amy. I so want to be called Amy.
Let’s call her-
Here the humour completely overtakes him and he nearly falls over.
EXT. RYAN FACE.
RYAN gives ALICE a look like ‘Did you seriously just say that?’
She was all for Amy but I like Warnie.
Hm.. Marnie Watson. Warnie Matson.
RYAN laughs some more and then they turn down a new street.
Seriously, how could you call me,
like, a guy’s name? And how does
he know where you live? And doesn’t
he fully have like a beautiful, black
Mercedes back at the school parking lot?
Oh, piss off, Warnie.
She better not hear about your field day with her name.
EXT. GARDEN PATH TO HOUSE FRONT.
They turn down the garden path and walk up to the verandah where they stop.
ALICE steps forward and turns around to face RYAN.
EXT. ALICE’S POV.
Then it’ll be our little secret.
RYAN smiles into ALICE’S eyes and kisses her on the cheek.
EXT. RYAN’S POV.
Thanks for walking me.
Well, it was only your cheek.
Don’t let it get to you.
It’s never going to happen again.
Baby steps. It’ll happen.
CONSCIENCE looks infuriated.