Summer of Sam

Part 4

[Scene opens to Paige running into Reagan's room wearing just her bra and underwear. Her hair is a mess and he looks distraught.]

Reagan: Paige...

Paige: I don't know what to wear. I don't want to go super slut because what if Greg isn't like that and I don't want to go sister Christian either because then what if he is into super sluts and...

Reagan: Paige, you should be able to wear a sack and he should still like you. Why don't you just choose a happy medium? What about that white lace crop top and a pair of blue jeans. Those washed ones that I love.

Paige: What about my hair!?

Reagan: I will do one of my legendary braids now go get dress and do your makeup.

Paige: Okay.

[Runs out of Reagan's room. Reagan's phone is on her bed and she hears it ringing. She picks it up.]

Reagan: Hello?

Sam: Hey!

Reagan: Hey. Just couldn't wait to see me?

Sam: You're my girl how could I not be excited?

Reagan: So I'm your girl now?

Sam: Yep. I decided that about...mmmmm...three seconds ago.

[Reagan laughs.]

Reagan: Well then I guess I have to be excited to see my bae. Don't I?

Sam: So I get a title too? This relationship moves quickly.

Reagan: That's how I live.

[Sam laughs]

Sam: What time are you coming? I actually do want to see you.

Reagan: Well Paige is having a meltdown so I'm not sure.

Paige: REAGAN! [From her room]

Reagan: That's the queen herself. Hold on.

[Walks to Paige's room. Has almost her whole closet on her bed and she is sitting in it looking more distraught.]

Reagan: Oh Jesus Christ.

Paige: I can't go! I can't.

Reagan: Then why don't you tell Greg and the other girls that will be at the party all over him.

Paige: What?

Reagan: Paige, he's hot. There is no way someone like him won't have girls begging at his feet.

Paige: You're right! Pick something out!

[Reagan pulls out a random shirt and random pants.]

Reagan: Is that okay?

Paige: Yes. It's the good mix you were talking about.

Reagan: Now I am going to finish getting ready okay?

Paige: Okay. I still need you to braid my hair though.

Reagan: Come to my room when you get dressed and your makeup is done.

Paige: Okay.

Reagan: Sorry, the queen was having a problem.

Sam: It's okay. [Laughing.]

Reagan: I should go so I can look nice for my bae.

Sam: Okay I should probably get going too. It looks like people are starting to get here.

Reagan: Okay well I'll see you soon.

Sam: Bye.

Reagan: Bye.