Play 171: What Are Friends For?

CHARACTERS
LISA, 17
SARAH, 17

(They’re sitting at a table.)

LISA
So you think you’ll ask him?

SARAH
Yeah.

(Lisa looks down at the table.)

SARAH
What?

LISA
Just…

(Her voice trails off.)

Nevermind.

SARAH
What?

LISA
It’s nothing.

SARAH
No it’s not. Tell me.

LISA
He…

(Beat.)

He told me he doesn’t like you.

SARAH
(Surprised.)
What?!

LISA
I’m sorry…

SARAH
(Distraught.)
Are you sure?

LISA
Yes.

SARAH
Shit.

(Lisa puts her hand on Sarah’s arm.)

LISA
I’m so sorry.

SARAH
It’s okay.

(She looks down at the table.)

LISA
I’m sure there are tons of other guys who are dying to go with you.

SARAH
(Softly.)
I guess.

LISA
Plus, he’s an asshole, you’re better off.

SARAH
You’re probably right.

LISA
I’m still sorry though.

SARAH
Thanks.

LISA
No problem.

(There is the sound of a phone ringing.)

LISA
I’m sorry, do you mind if I take it?

SARAH
No, go ahead.

(Lisa walks to the side of the stage, a spotlight goes on her. She puts her cellphone to her ear.)

LISA
Hello?

(Beat.)

Hey!

(Beat.)

Thanks for calling back.

(Beat.)

Well, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to prom with me.

(Beat.)

No! She wasn’t planning on asking you, who’d you hear that from?

(Beat.)

So you will?

(Beat.)

Great!

(Beat.)

Well, I have to go, but I’ll talk to you later, okay?

(Beat.)

Yeah, you too. Bye!

(She hangs the phone up.)

(The spotlight fades, she walks back over to the table.)

SARAH
What was that?

LISA
Nothing, wrong number.

SARAH
I hate it when that happens.

LISA
Me too.

(Beat.)

SARAH
Thanks for telling me.

LISA
Hey, what are friends for?

(Sarah smiles slightly.)

(Blackout.)