EXT. PARK - DAY
An everyday park. It’s got a playset somewhere, and a small grove of trees and some picnic tables. At
one picnic table sits AXEL (male, 16). From afar, MIA (female, 17) approaches, carrying a small parcel
under her arm. As she comes in the vicinity, Axel stands up.
AXEL
Mia. Hi.
MIA
Axel. Hey.
The tension is palpable. They have a history— though it is unclear what kind of history it is.
AXEL
So.
MIA
Soooo.
Silence.
MIA
The ball’s in your court, so to speak. I’ve said everything I want to say.
Axel considers, then starts to talk.
AXEL
I liked it. The letter, I mean. I think… well. I knew you were a writer, I just… I didn’t know you were…
yeah.
MIA
Yeah, well. There was a reason it was a letter.
AXEL
Hmm?
MIA
You’re the one who insists on an in person meeting. You know how hard it is for me to be here now,
facing you? All I want to do is run over and climb that tree over there like I’m being chased by freaking
wargs. I can’t… it’s not easy to face you.
AXEL
Yeah, um. There was a reason for the whole in-person thing.
MIA
Can’t really slap me for what I said over text, right? You also could have sent a carrier pigeon. Would
not have said no to that.
AXEL
Can’t kiss over text, either.
Mia’s eyes widen. She looks surprised, but not a pretty sort of surprise— it’s like someone just insulted
her, a sort of offended, confused, did you really just say that? look.
MIA
I beg your pardon?
AXEL
I said—
MIA
I heard what you said. I just… was not expecting it.
AXEL
Why not?
MIA
Because—
She incredulously struggles for words.
MIA
Because I leave you on read for a year and then out of the blue send you a letter baring my entire heart
for you to see without even considering how you felt at all and just… this is all you do? This is all you
want to do?
AXEL
I thought— I thought you wanted to, too.
MIA
How can you not hate me, Axel? Are you really that good? How can you not want to— How can you
stand there and just— just—!
AXEL
Mia, I can’t— you’re confusing me.
Mia snorts.
MIA
I’m—! I’m confusing you? I’m confusing me, Axel! This wasn’t— you weren’t supposed to want me.
AXEL
Why not?
MIA
Because! Because I suck at relationships. Because my stupid self can never date anyone. I don’t— I
don’t think I like you like that.
AXEL
That’s not what you said in your letter.
MIA
I never should have sent that.
AXEL
But you did.
MIA
And I regret it!! I could have left you on read again. I could have forgotten you and gone to college and
then maybe sometime in the future I’d see your name on some scientific paper or see you interviewed
on the news or something. And maybe you could’ve seen me winning an award at the Oscars, or… as
an extra in some streaming service original show. And all we’d be to each other is a yearbook picture
with memories. But instead I had to screw it all up. As always. Per the usual. You know, before I sent it,
I gave this whole monologue to the mailbox. Definitely Oscar-winning. Very theatrical stuff. And you
know what music they’d be playing in the background? Violins. Loud, screechy violins, because I was
about to make the biggest mistake of my life.
AXEL
So what? You’re just going to stand here and reject me? After you started all of this?
MIA
I guess so, yeah. It’s not— look. Don’t get me wrong. You’re a great guy. Really great. I wouldn’t have
sent that letter if I didn’t think it was worth it to tell you how I felt. Or used to feel, I guess. But I respect
you enough to not lie to you.
AXEL
Hm.
His face is impassive, the sort of indifference that really means sadness but you can’t show it. Mia
picks up on it.
MIA
If you start crying right now, I swear, I will flip this picnic table.
AXEL
I think they’re nailed to the ground. But I would like to see you try to do that.
MIA
Well. Don’t start crying because I said it.
AXEL
No promises.
He starts exaggerating the sadness, pouting like a small child. Mia laughs, before realizing that no, this
is what she didn’t want to happen. She can’t fall back into her old habits again. She sobers. It is
awkward again.
AXEL
So. What’s that?
He points to the package in her hand.
MIA
Hm? Oh, this?
She gives it a shake. It makes a dry noise, like a rainstick.
MIA
Giant box of Nerds. Wrapped in tinfoil. Hoped they’d, uh… sweeten me breaking the news. Or act as a
nice parting gift. Or an apology. I don’t know anymore… They’re a peace offering.
AXEL
Oh. Thank you.
MIA
So. Here you go.
As Mia hands Axel the gift, he reaches out sharply and grabs her arm. Pulling her in, he kisses her. It is
not a good kiss. It is awkward. Axel is enjoying it too much, Mia too little. She pulls away after a few
seconds.
MIA
Okay. Yeah. Yep. I am definitely not in love with you anymore. But also: what the hell?
AXEL
What?
MIA
Why’d you do that?
AXEL
I… I don’t know. I just wanted to know what it felt like.
MIA
Bad. It feels bad.
AXEL
Yeah. I know.
Once again, awkward silence.
MIA
Welp. Make a duck out of the tinfoil for me. Like I always used to do.
Axel laughs one of those too-loud, trying-too-hard-to-diffuse-tension laughs.
AXEL
I’ll recycle it too. Do a trick shot into the bin, like the ones you never could do.
MIA
I’m a writer, not a basketball star. Sorry my athleticism doesn’t live up to your standards. Or not,
actually. I just… I don’t know.
AXEL
Don’t know what?
MIA
Anything.
AXEL
Yeah. Okay.
Mia takes out her phone. She looks at it. Puts it back in her pocket.
MIA
I’ve got to go. It’s getting late. Or… longer than I expected. I’ve got… homework. You know.
AXEL
Yeah. Me too.
MIA
See you… sometime. I guess.
AXEL
Yeah. Yeah, I guess.
Mia turns and walks away. Axel watches her depart.
END SCENE
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