Day #26 - "Moving Out"
(BRAD is packing things in a box. SHANNON sits on the couch reading a magazine.)
BRAD: Almost done.
SHANNON: Glad to hear it.
BRAD: I’m completely out of the bedroom, but there’s still a good bit in the kitchen.
SHANNON: Better get on that.
BRAD: And, you know, some of the furniture is mine.
SHANNON: Oh, really.
BRAD: Not going to be able to move it by myself, though.
SHANNON: I guess you’re going to have to find somebody to help you.
BRAD: Well. You’re here now.
SHANNON: I’m busy right now.
BRAD: The longer it takes me to find someone, the longer you’re going to have to wait for me to be out.
SHANNON: No skin off my nose. If you can’t get it moved, you’re just going to have to leave it here. I’m fine keeping it.
BRAD: It’s my stuff, Shannon.
SHANNON: Then you can drag it out of here. I helped move it in, I’m not moving it out again.
BRAD: Fine. Well, if I can’t get it out today, I won’t be able to finish until next week.
SHANNON: Nope. By next week, you won’t live here anymore. I don’t have to let you back in.
BRAD: You weren’t so keen on getting me out of here last week.
SHANNON: Well, last week you were my boyfriend, and I was under the impression that you were happy to be with me. No, under those circumstances I wasn’t so keen.
BRAD: But now you’re kicking my ass to the curb.
SHANNON: It’s where you seem determined to go. And you said I wasn’t helping.
BRAD: What do you want, Shannon? Should I stick around even though it’s not right anymore?
SHANNON: Guess not.
BRAD: Then what am I supposed to do?
SHANNON: Exactly what you’re doing, I guess.
BRAD: Then why are you treating me like such a monster?
SHANNON: I suppose I’m supposed to be the only one who feels bad, then.
BRAD: I didn’t do anything wrong.
SHANNON: You didn’t do anything right, either. You already ripped yourself out of my life. You’re right, you had to do it and I have to deal with it. But I sure as hell don’t have to make it any easier on you.
(She storms out.)
SHANNON: Move your own damn couch.
0 comments:
Post a Comment