Character: LUCY, female, 18. Freshman at UC Berkeley.
LUCY: I already said that I was sorry Kim, and I’ll say it again and again until you start talking to me because this silent treatment is totally immature... I’m sorry! I am sorry. It was wrong, I should have asked, but I just, I don’t know. You take my stuff without asking sometimes and I, I didn’t know you were saving it. I thought we could, you know, drink together, or something, and talk about our Thanksgivings and stuff. But I get that it was shitty of me and assuming is wrong and I shouldn’t have. I just... I’m sorry, really...
(She holds her mouth for a moment, then decides she isn’t going to puke.
She closes her eyes.)
You should feel good at least knowing that the universe is punishing me severely for not asking before I drank your booze. Lucy bad. And she will suffer for it. She should suffer. She’s a thief, right? That was your word?
....... Hey, have you ever woken up next to someone and you have no recollection of like wanting to, you know, like... Ugh... I don’t mean. Yeah. So I finally slept with Jared. I know you were like if you don’t, I will, so...
He said it was great. I— I guess I’ll just have to take his word, because like I said I don’t... Has that ever, have you um had that before? Because I don’t know. It doesn’t feel... Maybe that’s just this awful hangover and I should just stop thinking that maybe something really happened, you know?... Do you know what I mean?
(She looks into the other room. No one is there.
She almost throws up again.)
Alright. Cool, just leave Kim. Leave me here to talk to myself... I just wanted you to tell me I am overreacting and wrong because like, I like him, you know? He’s a good one. A good guy. He’d never... You’ll get used to it... It’ll— it’ll be quick— No, no, no, no, I— I wanted. I wanted to. I wanted him. I wanted... I really wanted you to stay home Kim so that you could set me straight on this one. Because I just keep getting these like flashes, these, these, little. What if I didn’t. Want. Him.
