Play 116: Frustrated

CHARACTERS
VINCENT, 17
ANDREW, 17

(Vincent is lying on a bed staring at the ceiling. Andrew is sitting on a chair a couple feet away from the bed.)

ANDREW
Are you okay?

VINCENT
I guess.

(Pause, he stares at the ceiling in silence.)

ANDREW
You don’t look it.

VINCENT
Yeah.

ANDREW
So?

(Vincent sighs.)

VINCENT
I’m just frustrated.

ANDREW
With what?

VINCENT
Everything I guess.

ANDREW
But what specifically?

VINCENT
Specifically?

ANDREW
Yeah.

VINCENT
Everything.

ANDREW
Well what’s included in that?

VINCENT
School, people, me.

(Beat.)

Everything.

ANDREW
That sucks.

VINCENT
Yeah.

(Beat.)

I’m just so tired of it.

ANDREW
Of what?

VINCENT
Of being like this.

ANDREW
Like what?

VINCENT
I don’t know (beat.) fucked up I guess.

ANDREW
You’re not that fucked up.

VINCENT
I guess.

(Beat.)

I don’t know though.

(Pause.)

I’m just so sick of it.

ANDREW
You’ll get over it.

(Vincent turns on his side to face him.)

VINCENT
But when?

ANDREW
I don’t know.

(Beat.)

Eventually.

VINCENT
Yeah, I guess.

(Beat.)

But what if I don’t?

ANDREW
You will.

(Beat.)

VINCENT
But what if I don’t.

(Pause, Andrew remains silent.)

(Vincent rolls back over on his back.)

VINCENT
That thought scares the hell out of me.

ANDREW
It will change though.

VINCENT
I know.

(Pause, he goes back to staring at the ceiling in silence.)

(Fade out.)