INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
LUCIA (20) and OLIVIA (20) sit on the sofa, facing each other. We hear echoes of a party throughout the house, but it feels like the whole world is just the two. Their knees touch. Lucia leans in. Olivia leans in.

INT. MONICA’S BEDROOM – LATER

LUCIA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH

MONICA

Lucia, just-

LUCIA

AAAAGGHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhh so stupid stupid stupid!

Lucia paces around the room while MONICA (20, supportive, but over this) watches from her bed.

MONICA

I’m sure it was fine.

LUCIA

DUDE…

MONICA

Or it wasn’t that bad. Or as bad as you thought.

There is just no way that’s true. Lucia keeps pacing, and Monica lets her.

MONICA

Wait, I don’t get it. So what happened? You made a move and she wasn’t into it?

Lucia shakes her head.

MONICA

She was into it?

Lucia shakes her head again.

MONICA

Did you make a move? I’m confused.

LUCIA

No no no it was just bad. It was so much worse.

MONICA

Dude, WHAT happened?!

INT. LIVING ROOM – FLASHBACK
Everything feels like slow motion. Lucia leans in. Olivia leans in. Olivia brings her hand toward Lucia’s face, and then…! Lucia grabs Olivia’s wrist.

LUCIA

Nice… bracelet!

A beat.

OLIVIA

Thank…you…?

LUCIA
(far too interested)

What are those? Beads?

OLIVIA

Yeah, um. My sister made it.

INT. MONICA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

MONICA

Okay, so, there was a hiccup. That’s-

LUCIA

No. You don’t understand.

INT. LIVING ROOM – FLASHBACK
Lucia’s examining the bracelet and then nervously takes Olivia’s hand in hers. They’re shaking hands now. Making a lot of eye contact.

AFTER A WHILE:

LUCIA

Is something sticky? Or wet? I think I feel something sticky.

It’s so clearly her hand sweat.

OLIVIA

I think it might be your hand…

They both wipe their hands on their pants.

INT. MONICA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

MONICA

Wow, I-… Is there more?

INT. LIVING ROOM – FLASHBACK

LUCIA

You’re such a good friend

INT. MONICA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

MONICA

Damn.

LUCIA

Yeah.

The girls defeatedly stare out into space.

MONICA

And then what happened?

LUCIA

What do you mean? I came over here and started telling you about it.

MONICA

No, like what happened right after that?

LUCIA
(slowly)

I came over-

CUT TO:

INT. LIVING ROOM – FLASHBACK
Lucia and Olivia sit tensely beside one another.

LUCIA
(hearing a fake noise)

What? I gotta go.

Lucia sprints into the room adjacent to the living room. The party is at Monica’s house.

INT. MONICA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

MONICA

Wait what? So this was like, twenty minutes ago?

LUCIA

Fifteen to twenty, yeah.

MONICA

Where’s Olivia?

INT. LIVING ROOM – PRESENT
Olivia sits on the couch in the exact same spot, staring into her cup idly.

INT. MONICA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

MONICA
(fake angry but also actually angry)

OHHH my god, DUDE!!!!

INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Lucia is kicked into the living room. Monica’s door slams shut behind her. She rejoins Olivia on the couch.

LUCIA

Had to take care of… a thing.

OLIVIA

Oh.

LUCIA

She sat on a nail.

OLIVIA

What?

LUCIA

It’s all good now.

OLIVIA

…Cool.

The prolonged silence is deafening. This is so awkward. It takes a while for them to even look at each other.
Finally, their eyes meet, and the music swells. Fuck it.
Lucia kisses Olivia.
Olivia kisses her back.

END.

Minh Pham is a 22 year-old queer Vietnamese American and recent graduate of Virginia Tech. She is a professional consultant from Northern Virginia, who writes in the evenings after long days of toiling away in the corporate machine. Minh has a passion for comedy, and the stories she wishes she could have had when she was younger.

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