Isaac Ssebandeke

Isaac Ssebandeke

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    • Naomi: I think I'm going away for this summer.

      Emily: Oh.

      Naomi: Spain, Cyprus, perhaps. By myself. Spend some time by myself, you know, do some thinking by myself.

      [clears throat]

      Emily: About what?

      Naomi: Let's just be friends, okay?

      Emily: We say that, don't we?

      Naomi: [beat] Yeah, have a good summer.

      [starts to walk off]

      Emily: [beat] I'll miss you

      Naomi: [stops, a beat, then turns around and kisses Emily]

      [desperately]

      Naomi: I can't stand it. I can't

      [kiss]

      Naomi: .

      Emily: It's okay

      [kiss]

      Emily: It's okay

      [kiss]

      Naomi: Jesus!

      [kiss]

    • Emily: [laying in bed together] I wish I had a mom like that. Katie and me, we were always together. Everything together. Eating, sleeping... Until we were nine we used to take a dump at the same time.

      Naomi: [laughing] Jesus!

      Emily: Yeah. No secrets. There was no point.

      Naomi: [beat, then serious] What about this one?

      Emily: [beat] Naomi... I wanna tell people.

      Naomi: That you're gay?

      Emily: I wanna tell people about us. Come to the college ball with me.

      Naomi: Why would I want to do that?

      Emily: Why not?

      Naomi: Em, it's nobody's business.

      Emily: Why? Who cares what other people think?

      Naomi: Emily, I'm not like you! I'm not sure, like you are.

      Emily: What aren't you sure of?

      Naomi: Can't thinks ever be complicated?

      Emily: Fine, you like boys, too.

      Naomi: Maybe. Maybe I like only boys, apart from you.

      Emily: Well, that's fucking great! You're so in touch with yourself, aren't you?

      [beat]

      Emily: Come to the ball with me, like we're together.

      Naomi: [beat, then Emily gets up] Don't do that.

      Emily: No, you don't do that!

      [gets dressed]

      Emily: I'm not your fucking experiment! Where are my fucking shoes?

      [looking around]

      Emily: Oh, fuck it! Keep them! I'm tired... So sick and tired of it.

      [looking intensely at Naomi, beat]

      Emily: We're still holding hands through a catflap, aren't we?

      [beat]

      Emily: Have fun in Cyprus.