Play 58: I Can’t Write

CHARACTERS
VINCENT, 17
NICOLE, 17

(He sits at a table with a notebook and a pencil, she’s sitting next to him.)

VINCENT
I can’t write.

NICOLE
That sucks.

VINCENT
Yeah, just too shitty a mood.

NICOLE
That sucks.

VINCENT
Yeah.

NICOLE
How so?

VINCENT
I don’t know really.

NICOLE
There has to be something.

VINCENT
Yeah,

NICOLE
So what?

VINCENT
A lot of things.

NICOLE
Like?

VINCENT
I’m really tired, I have to go back to school once break ends.

NICOLE
Don’t think about that yet.

VINCENT
I know. (beat.) And just being in a country where I don’t speak the language Makes me feel so stupid.

NICOLE
You’re not.

VINCENT
I know (beat.) and maybe the most annoying part is I’m not sure if I’m annoyed because of all that or because I was just losing in a stupid insignificant card game.

(she laughs.)

VINCENT
I’m not kidding.

NICOLE
I know, that’s why I’m laughing.

(he laughs.)

NICOLE
Hey, now you are too! That’s a good first step.

VINCENT
Woo.

NICOLE
Feel any better?

VINCENT
Not really.

NICOLE
Damn.

VINCENT
Yup.

(He starts writing in the notebook.)

NICOLE
Oo, got an idea?

VINCENT
Nope.

NICOLE
But you’re writing?

VINCENT
Yup.

NICOLE
Weird.

VINCENT
Yeah.

(Blackout.)