Tanya Franks

Emily: [behind her closed door, after Naomi knocked] I'm not going to open the door. My face is all puffy. I cried a bit.

Naomi: I don't care.

[sits down on the front porch, Emily sits down, too]

Naomi: I do want someone. I need someone.

[beat]

Naomi: You're it.

Emily: [teary] And?

Naomi: [crying] And... when I'm with you, I feel like a better person. And I feel happier, less alone... less lonely

[Emily sticks her hand out of the catflap to hold Naomi's hand]

Naomi: It's not as simple as that, is it? Being with someone?

Emily: Isn't it?

Naomi: No. I'm mean I don't know. At least, I don't think so.

[beat]

Naomi: Emily?

[beat, then sobbing]

Naomi: Can't we just sit like this for a bit?

Emily: [beat] Yeah, we can... for a bit.

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]