Chapter 3: A Pending Heart Attack
[Bedroom, Connor's house, 10:43pm, Playing video games]
[Scene 1]
ZAVIER: "Come on Connor you're supposed to be helping me with this." [Whines]
CONNOR: [Drops controller, groans] "Why did you even bother volunteering if you didn't want to write the speech?"
ZAVIER: [Collapses onto the bed, sighs discontently] "The movies make it seem so much easier."
CONNOR: "When are you going to realize you don't live in a fairy tale world." [Huffs]
ZAVIER: "When you grow an inch."
CONNOR: [Scowls] "I just haven't hit puberty yet. But when I do." [Warns] "I bet I'll be towering over you."
ZAVIER: [Waves hands] "Ooohh I'm so scared!" [Chuckles]
CONNOR: "Just you watch. I'll be a force to be reckoned with."
ZAVIER: "Now who is living in a fantasy world?" [Smirks]
CONNOR: "You just don't have any vision."
ZAVIER: "You know what else I don't have? A speech!"
CONNOR: [Groans, relents] "Show me what you have so far."
ZAVIER: [Hands over a stack of paper]
CONNOR: [Hums in approval] "This looks promising." [Shuffles through stack, eyes widening at every flip] "These are all doodles! You didn't even start!" [Flabbergasted]
ZAVIER: [Defense] "That is not true! Look here." [Takes stack, flips to another page]
CONNOR: "These are still doodles Zav."
ZAVIER: "Yes, but look here!" [Points to the corner of the page]
CONNOR: "It's just your name and the date."
ZAVIER: "Exactly!"
CONNOR: "I hate you." [Glares]
ZAVIER: "I'll make it worth your while." [Drawls]
CONNOR: [Stops, thinks] "I'm listening."
ZAVIER: "You can have my dessert for a week." [Wiggles brows]
CONNOR: [Huffs] "A week is hardly anything." [Resumes playing]
ZAVIER: "You can have my Unholy macaroni Kazam!"
CONNOR: [Winces] "Can you try not to shout? I still have a massive migraine."
ZAVIER: [Mouths 'Sorry']
CONNOR: "It's fine." [Exhales slowly] "What makes you think I want your diabetic monstrosity anyways?"
ZAVIER: "Oh, come on, you're completely exaggerating."
CONNOR: "It's literally a s'more with gummy bears, three different flavored marshmallows, syrup, caramel, whipped cream, macaroni noodles and crushed Oreos. It's practically a pending heart attack. And I'm too young to die."
ZAVIER: "Uh, excuse you. That so claimed 'monstrosity' is called Zavier's Unholy Macaroni Kazam. And it's destined for greatness. Secondly, obviously it's not going to kill you. I am a living testament to that fact." [Smiles proudly]
CONNOR: "That doesn't in any shape or form assure me. At all." [Dark, serious]
ZAVIER: [Sticks out tongue] "You're just jealous of my mad cooking skills."
CONNOR: [Shakes head] "Mad scientist skills maybe. You and my mom would make perfect best friends. You should have seen the horrible concoction she brewed up the other morning." [Shivers]
ZAVIER: [Wrinkles nose] "I think I smelled it when you took out the trash. It was an awful combination of vomit and sweaty feet."
CONNOR: [Mimics gagging]
ZAVIER: [Laughs] "My sentiments exactly. Now let's finish what I never started." [Picks up a fresh piece of paper]
CONNOR: [Continues to gag]
ZAVIER: [Laughs] "Yeah, yeah you had your fun. But we really need to do this. Mrs. Lubosky will kill me if I don't have a draft by Monday-" [Gagging continues, pauses, turns around slowly]
CONNOR: [Laying on his side, coughing up blood]
ZAVIER: "Oh my god!" [Horror stricken, rushes to Connors to side, cradles face, unresponsive] "Come on, Connor stay with me!" [Eyes roll back in his head, panics] "Somebody help me!" [Cries out] Damn it, Connor I don't know what to do." [Mumbles]
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