Small Block - Act Three

Small Block, written by Ashley Lauren. Thank you for listening to Small Block. Please note that there is adult language throughout that is not suitable for young listeners. Furthermore, there are a few items that might be triggering for some readers. These include, Suicidal Ideation, Discussion, Transphobic Language, Homophobic Language, Minor Instances of Fatphobic Language. All phobic language is used intentionally for thematic reasons. It is not used without thought or due to either naivete or bigotry. Thank you again for listening to Small Block. Now, onto the show. Everybody good, lefty? Yep. Yes. Everybody, how ice cream? Yeah. Not yet. If you didn't have an ice cream, are you sad? Because everybody else had one? Yes. They all knew who to use that is a scurry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Use your disappointment. Yesterday did not go how I planned. The good? You ran into Miss World again, and she promised to give us a ride today. In her de laurion, also I asked Bex to the Homecoming Dance, and she said, yes, here's the problem. I love her. Yeah, so that sucks. Apparently my best friend, Kev's in love with her, and he doesn't know I asked her to the dance. How am I going to figure that one out? I have no idea. But I have a whole few hours to do it. Kill me. Especially since we're so close right now. I mean, I just told him about the cabbage patched all and about the gray and well. Never really talked to anyone about that. Oh, yeah. I got into St. John's, which first of all, gross, and second, means this is my last year at Pond Hill with my friends. Hopefully, Bex and I can be cool again before I go to that uptight, all-boys jerk factory. I also found out that my dad thinks I'm either a loser or I'm gay or maybe both, but that's nothing now. Fuck it. Let's go to the de laurion ride. Fuck yes. Finally. I need something fun and uncomplicated. Act three. Interior Dizzy's room, morning. P wakes up alone. Q Lazarus's goodbye horses plays faintly. He looks at the TV. The dance scene from the silence of the lambs. Buffalo Bill, penis tucked. Dance is in his own skin. Noise outside. Peoples back the curtains. Kevin Dizzy play basketball. Back to normal. He checks the time 1045, only about eight hours till the dance. Exterior Dizzy's driveway minutes later. P exits the house with a doctor pepper. Dizzy shirtless. Tosses keb the basketball. Keb misses. That's Ke, your cock, motherfucker. Got a sec? After I exact my revenge, bring it. I ain't leaving this driveway until I'm in a de laurion. Dizzy's wishes three. Looks to the road. Checks his watch. Four minutes. I love those doors, the weird ass tail lights. The frame was actually inspired by a Lotus S3. It was gonna have a rotary engine like the RX-7, which would have been sweet. The car's underpowered, but whatever. Looks so goddamn cool. Three minutes. P shakes his arm, extending and curling his fingers. Why is silence a lambs on? Kevin Dizzy left. You get to the part of naked gun last night where Anna and Nicole Smith had a dick? The fuck? You fell asleep. Full on Gonzo knows cock. Should have rented the crying game. Would have had the trifecta. I'm Hornor Anna. Anna. Got those thighs and those boobs thick ass? Deek or no dick, whatever. Of course, if she had a dick, you'll never hear about it. I wanna stop hearing about all the dudes pretending to be woman that you fuck. 11.02, this is crap. Dizzy checks his watch, then the road. Still no misworld. Bet you didn't see anything like that in the penthouse. P glares a kev as Dizzy wheels on P, angry and pleading. Dude, please, my dad will beat my ass. Hock. Dizzy's head turns excitedly with a blip of the horn. Mrs. D pulls in the driveway. Perfect timing. She lowers the window. She looks and sounds exhausted. Dizzy runs over. Mom, thank God you're here. Good then. I need your help. The color dreams from Dizzy's face won't take long. I promise. Please, just hang out for a bit and then I'll do whatever you need. We can spend as much time as you want. Just not right now. Uncle Chris. Mom, mom, for real, not now, you have no idea. Please, just stay for a bit. It's important. Please. He looks to pee and kev for backup. They play invisible. Mrs. D kills the engine. Dizzy knows to walk over. Her dark circle dies gaze heavily up at him. I'm sorry to ask you, Philip. Dizzy knows he's lost. He snatches his shirt off the ground. Mothers to pee and kev. Please keep the delorean here as long as possible. He turns away as a tear rolls down his cheek. He pulls the Judas priest shirt on. They leave. Can we talk about Bex? Inside. Miss World of Blast, something heavy. We'll hear it. Kev walks inside. Pea watches Mrs. D's car shrink away. Interior Dizzy's bathroom moments later. Pea enters. Kev has the penthouse. The white first aid kit sits on the counter. Kev turns to the toilet paper bookmark. Debbie and her Hakes are. You like the Lesbos kissing, huh? It's soft somehow. Intimate. Not like a guy kissing a girl. Kev finds a picture of a guy sitting leg spread. While a girl kneels almost in praise, her head and his crotch. Kissing? How about some girls straight up worshipping your cock? Listen, about Bex, I want you to be happy. I want nothing more for everyone in the class to see you like I do. But I just... Kev juggles the magazine in his hands, feeling its weight. I'm going to bring this to school. Blow everyone's minds. James, Rob, Zach, all those fucks. They'll be eating out of the palm of my hand. Britt might even give Kev a high five. That stupid bitch. You'll know my name, asshole. You're going to ask Dizzy? Is that'll kill him? My dad says asking forgiveness is better than asking permission. Pea stands in the open bathroom door, craning his neck to hear. Don't take it. Dizzy over me, huh? Imagine if you caught shit from your dad as your friends. Kev looks peace straight in the eye. That's every day of my life. Kev shuts the magazine. I'm sick of being invisible. Why doesn't everyone see that I'm cool? What's wrong with them? You only been here in one year. It takes time. But listen, me and Bex... You think less of me, huh? For liking Bex? No, I... I know she's big, but if you can see her like I do, I gotta be me, bro. My mom didn't have anything to fall back on, but she left anyway. I gotta be me. Pea leans on the counter to stabilize himself, but something pokes him. He moves the white first aid kit out of the way. You really never knew? Pea shakes his head. Thought you were all about Carla. You heard Dizzy. Carla Gugino's famous. I'm nobody. She's... That's for you guys. When I'm alone, I think about Bex. Can't stop thinking about Bex. At first, I think I was worried about losing you. So I kept comparing us. And I was like, why would Pea ever pick me over her? She's smart, sexy, so goddamn funny. She doesn't take shit from anyone. Ain't afraid of anyone. I mean, fuck. That's so hot. You don't care for one second what the guy said about her. She knows she's hot shit. Plus, you used to be super close with her, and you... Well, that's hell of an endorsement. I thought maybe you two could be friends again if we weren't together. Kev paces nervously. Fuck it. I'm gonna ask you for the dance. You think it's too late? She probably hates me. You think she hates me? She probably hates me. Maybe I should just ask you for the dance when we're there. So it seems more spur of the moment. Would you put in a good word for me? Uh, yeah. Yeah. Thank God you fucked up your interviews, man. High school without you would be... I'm glad I can be myself with you, man. Kev grabs the penthouse. You mind? I gotta shit. Interior Dizzy's room moments later. He ambles into the room, dazed. He pulls the blinds, opens the window, cool breeze briefly rustles in. The driveway's empty. The air is quiet. He raises his pillow, yearbook and lyrics folder underneath. Yearbook first. He gazes up Bex's picture, a lot of complex shit behind his eyes. He looks at the wall shared with the bathroom. He shuts the yearbook, takes out the lyrics from last night. The breeze rustles the paper. Peelix outside. Gray. He hums a melody, but it's not right. Something, something. I gotta know the warmth to feel the sun. Covert, love. Covert, love pumps blood through chambers. My heart's a concealed gut. Fuck, that's terrible. Fucking awful. He rolls onto his back, holding the page above him, searching. A dark spot shines through from the back. Peep flips it over. On the side, Dizzy drew a heart with Kevin's side it. Whoa. Peep's shocked. The toilet flushes. Peep's head snaps to the door, then back to the heart on the paper. He hurriedly gets another of Dizzy's notebooks from his desk. He inspects for drawings, hoping for a clean page. First page, nope. Second one, Kev and Dizzy. Third, both sides are clean. He tears it out and places the notebook far back on the desk. Peep copies the lyrics to the new page, crumples the original. Exterior, Dizzy's driveway few moments later. Peep tosses the crumple paper in the trash can. Mrs. D pulls into the driveway. Dizzy hops out before the car's fully stopped. He rushes to pee, trying to remain calm. So? Kev exits the house as Mrs. D pulls away. Dizzy wheels. Mom, wait. Mrs. D is already down the street. She came, bro. It was awesome. Peep watches Dizzy's face suddenly contort with emotion. She didn't come yet, man. You didn't miss it. Dizzy drops to his knees overcome. Bro, you ruined it. Dizzy looks up at Kev absolutely wrecked, quietly. Why'd you fuck with me, prick? Peep's eyes move slowly from Dizzy to Kev. He runs into the house. Come on, you still love me, friends? Kev offers a hand to Dizzy, who slaps it away. Dizzy pushes himself off the ground. He walks to the end of the driveway, looks down the street in case anything's new. After a few moments, he walks back, kicking a small rock. It lands in the center of the driveway. Peep exits with a sprite for Dizzy. Where's this bitch? What get here? He throws his Judas Priest tea down, grabs the basketball. I wish it stopped being a bitch. Eddie Van Halens out the window cuts the thick air as the growling tandem of guitar and D'Alorian turns onto the street. Dizzy's face bursts alive. He grabs his shirt from the side of the driveway, pulling it on as he runs. The D'Alorian stops. Miss World steps out. A large yellow sunflower clippin' her hair. Me first, please. Miss World laughs. Let me meet your parents. Dizzy's face falls. Peep looks at him sympathetically. Interior D'Alorian, short time later. The D'Alorian roars throatily as it hurls down the street. Scattered leaves rustle in its wake. Yeah! The boys scream excitedly. Peep sits in front. Kevin Dizzy kneel in the small rear bulkhead. Miss World eyes them. Peep feels the car accelerate. Miss World focuses ahead. You want to see the future boys? They laugh. If my calculations are correct, with this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're going to see some serious shit. Faster! The D'Alorian tears down the wide street of perfect runway. Engine strains louder. Peep watches this pedometer. 45, 50, 57. What do you want to see, Dizzy? My car collection. Kevin? Booth my son. The car zooms faster. Peep? Peep doesn't answer. 75, Peep. Peep braces tense and nervous. I don't want to think about the future. You're worried about what you'd see. Probably worried he'll be dead. Peep and Miss World's eyes fly to Kevin. The car decelerates sharply. Buffalo Bill is going to murder him and turn him into a dress. Peep laughs like he would. He only kills women. You're going to rub that lotion all over your skin. You don't want that hose. You're the one that wants the fuck ironhorn. Miss World's brows furrow. Boys. Buffalo Bill is a dude that's so skin-clothing. Ironhorn is a chick with a dick. Big difference. Still a man. Hopefully, let's not. Don't know, bro. It's in the name. Chicks with dicks. Chicks. Women. You want to feel that way if you pulled off some girls panties and boom! Massive dog in your face. What's your dream car collection? Dizzy lights up. I'll have one of these for sure. Peelix it his reflection in the side mirror. Exterior Dizzy's driveway later. The DeLorean returns. Metal blares out the open windows. Miss World parts at the edge of the driveway. The smiling boys exit the car. Time. 206. Peel shakes his arm, extending and curling his fingers. He tries to get Kev's attention. Miss World's still in the DeLorean. She fidgets back and forth chewing her lip with a conflicted look. You want to drink or anything? She starts. Jard from her thoughts by Dizzy at the window. Where's the nearest gas station? Out. Ten minutes from here. Miss World looks pained. She fidgets more in her seat. You got a pee? I can make a ten minutes. She puts the car in gear. Dizzy's eyes widen. Wait, don't leave. Please, I want to get a picture with it. I really have to go. I have a polaroid. It'll be super quick. You can pee here. It's no problem. Please. My dad will think it's the coolest thing. She assesses him cautiously. In an almost-pained whisper, he pleads innocently. Please. Slightly shaking her head is if it's a bad idea. Miss World gets out of the car. Dizzy sprints ahead, returns quickly with the polaroid camera. At the door, he points to the main bathroom. Guess bathroom's right there. Lots of different coaks on the fridge. Dr. Papper, Sprite, actual Coke if you want. Miss World enters. Dizzy strips his Judas Priest tea, throws it on the driveway. It lands on the small rock from before. Take my picture, pee. Pee turns about to talk to Kev. Give me a second. He's about to leave now or never. Pee reluctantly leaves, Kev. He snaps a couple picks of Dizzy. Get one with me and Kev. Kev joins Dizzy at the car. P snaps one. Hold on. He steps backward, trying to frame up a little wider. His foot contorts around the shirt and rock. He falls hard, staring into the yellow Judas poking out from the black. Interior, Dizzy's kitchen moments later, an empty bandaid box being shaken. Damp paper towel on his arm. Pee returns the box to the drawer. A small red spot grows on the paper towel. Pee checks a couple other drawers, nothing. He remembers for State Kit. He walks toward Dizzy's bathroom door, reaches for the knob. He's about to grab it when he notices the door's closed, the lights on, and the fans running. Miss World. Pee shakes his head, smiles, close call. He turns to the other bathroom. Maybe it also has a first aid kit. The paper towel's getting more red. Pee hurries toward the door, reaches for the knob. Interior, Dizzy's parents' bathroom continuous. Inside the bathroom, the door opens quickly. Pee steps in, stops dead. His face contorts in shock and embarrassment. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. He quickly shuts the door. Exterior, Dizzy's parents' bathroom, a couple minutes later. The door slowly opens a tiny bit. A sliver of Miss World's face timidly pears through the crack. She sees Pee nearby. The door shuts quickly. I didn't know you were in that bathroom, I swear. No answer. After a few moments. Did you call the cops? What? The door cracks open. Are you trying to keep me here until they come? Pee looks genuinely confused. Why would I call the cops? Come on, the crying game yesterday and then all that stuff in the car about silence at the lambs and chicks with dicks. That wasn't a casual conversation you just have in front of someone you've just met. Pee laughs a momentarily, but stops himself. No, that was just, my friends are idiots. He pauses, smile dropping. If you thought that we knew about you, why did you use the bathroom? The door opens more. I pee a lot now. Side effect. Why didn't you use the other one? It's smiled. Pee hovers near the door. Miss World looks embarrassed and scared. Her voice is quiet. Pee? Yeah? Pee, please leave. Peasmouth drops slightly open as he finally realizes he's inadvertently trapping her. Exterior, Dizzy's driveway, a couple minutes later. Dizzy talks to Cap by the DeLorean. Honestly, even in 81, there were faster and better cars, but the cool thing with the DMC 12 is... The front door opens. Miss World walks directly toward the car, but stops. Noticing Dizzy and Kev. She moves away from the door, but not quite toward the car. Unsure of where to go. Dizzy notices, he walks toward her. Damn, my stomach again. Kev exits. Miss World stiffens as Dizzy approaches, quickly wiping her wet eyes. He stands next to her, they face the car. He eventually speaks, voice soft. You never see these cars outside of the movies. They were only made for a couple years. There were three model years, 81, 83, but production was only for two. Same time we were all born. And you know, there's others out there, thousands of them, but you never see them in person. To the point where you wonder if it's all a joke. Like, there's just a few left and you'll never, ever see any of them. Dizzy gazes into Miss World's red ring guys. Thank you. This was a really incredible day. Miss World exhales. Dizzy takes a final look at the de laurion, running his hand gently over the angular lines of the steel. He walks to the basketball hoop as P. Exits the House. P. Hans, Miss World, a doctor, pepper, and a Kleenex. For the road. I didn't mess with them or anything. She dabs her eyes with the Kleenex, then turns her gaze to the cool gray sky. She cracks the soda open, takes a long swallow. What's the hardest thing you've ever had to do, P? Liff. Miss World closes her eyes. She removes the yellow sunflower clip from her hair. Breeze rushes through her freed curls as they fall to her shoulder. She opens her eyes slowly and meets P's gaze. Same. Her eyes remain fixed on the cloudless gray expanse. I used to not like thinking about the future either. But here I am. Here I still am. P. Nod's clearly affected as Miss World opens the de laurion and steps mostly inside. You met the girl I like at the video store? Bex? She said yes. Miss World stops, unable to move for a second. Her eyes well, the faintest tinge of a smile. Then she pulls the gall-wing door closed with a thunk. Exterior Dizzy's driveway moments later. The de laurion starts up, a thick rumble. Dizzy approaches P. What the hell did you say to her before? The de laurion drives away. Yo, P, can we talk for a sec? Kev's in the doorway. P runs over. Kev speaks quietly. Where's the penthouse? I don't know. Kev's still quiet, but louder than before. Dude, where's the fucking penthouse? You showed it to him? Dizzy's behind them, trapping P between him and Kev. I told you to put it back. Why didn't you do it yet? P steers a kev. Hey! I did. You put it back. Oh, God. Let it be, man. I thought you took it. I took it. But you knew how important my dad, man. Kev turns to P. And you know how important it is to me. His dad, dude. What about my fucking dad? I just... Listen, we'll come up with another plan for school. School. We saw how well your plan worked last time, so... You don't know, man. What does school have to do with the penthouse? What don't I know? P looks at Dizzy. What don't I know? What the fuck does school have to do with the penthouse? I was gonna show the guys. You were going to take my dad shit to school without asking? Sorry, dude. Nice. I was trying to throw you a bone. Kev pushes P. Throw me a bone? Don't touch me, dude. I need you to throw me a bone. When's the last time you saw his dad, man? Not everything is about you. P tries to push past Kev, but Kev blocks him. It is for me. Let me through. P tries to brush past again, but Kev pushes him back. Let me through, bitch! P pushes faster this time, but Kev shoves him back. P stumbles backwards. He trips down the steps, smacking face first on the concrete. Fuck! P lies motionless. P? P moans. Dizzy helps him roll into a seated position. P feels his forehead. Blood trickles out under the beanie. Dude, I'm so sorry. P strains to his feet. He uses whatever strength he can muster to pull his shirt taught. He staggers to the doorway. He looks kev in the eye. Kev steps aside. P goes into the bathroom. The cabinets wide open. The contents on the floor. P unclasps the first aid kit. He dabs at his face with gauze as Dizzy enters. Kev watches from the doorway. Wanna go to the dance, Dizzy? With you? I don't send that way. P laps painfully. I already have a date. You have a date? P looks into the reflection of his bleeding face. A dark spot has formed on the purple beanie. Becks. But I was going to ask her. Becks? I asked her at the game. She wouldn't have said yes to you anyway. Fuck you, dude. You wanted to go with Becks? She doesn't like you. Yeah? How do you know? She doesn't. All I wanted was a nudie mag to take the school to finally be treated like I deserve and not be hidden behind you. But no. Dizzy's dad might come back. Dizzy's dad. Dizzy's dad. You want to know what happened if Dizzy's dad came back? Nothing. Because he ain't coming back next week. And even if he did, he wouldn't notice one magazine out of the massive stack of porno in there. But you took it away from me anyways. Let's keep Kev in his place at school. Can't let anyone see that Kev's cool. Nah. Set him up in front of the whole class and make him look like a fucking idiot. You can't even let me go to the dance with Becks, even though you ditched her the moment I showed up. Of course you weren't man enough to tell me you already asked her. When I told you, I loved her. Dizzy stares at Kev breaking. He rushes out of the cramped bathroom and into his room. I love her too. Isn't that convenient? Noise is through the walls, shit being thrown. It sounds like Dizzy's crying among all the crashes. You should apologize. Don't tell me who to apologize to. This is all fucked. I'm sorry, dude. Shruelly, I was going to tell you, but then you told me you loved her. And you're my best friend, man. And I'm yours. I'm still here for you. Anything that happens at school or with your dad or with dad. God, my fucking dad. If you knew, man. If you knew, he doesn't hate you, you know? What? Dizzy bursts from the room crying audibly past the bathroom. An asshole loves you. Every day. Why can't you be like Pete? Pete's such a good athlete. Maybe he could show you some things. Bring him around more. Toss the ball around. Peace favorite food is sushi. Why don't you love sushi? Fucking prick. What the fuck is wrong with me? What's so much better about you? Maybe you should go somewhere else next year. Peelix tore the open door, then back at Kev. I got into St. Lawrence. Sounds of a knob jiggling down the hall. You leaving? Peenod's a trickle of blood running from his temple. I can't make it through high school alone. You got to stay. Dizzy cares about you, man. Yeah, well, Dizzy's never going to be you. Dizzy sobs turn both Peen Kev's heads. He stands in the doorway, a bundle of penthouses in his arms. He heard. Tears stream down his face. He motions the penthouses to Kev. God, here, take them. They're yours. I'll tell my dad I took them or... It'll be okay. I swear, I'll work it out. Here, take them. Take them. Dizzy holds the magazine's out sniffling. Kev laughs quietly. Maybe this is why my mom killed herself. He stares at Kev while Dizzy quietly cries. Interior dad's car evening. Pea stares out the window. Small purple bandage on his temple. Hair in a tight ponytail. He's dressed for a dance. Jacket slacks, nice shoes. But a black, my-dying bride-shirt pokes through from underneath. He clutches a small yellow rose. After the dance, I'd love your opinion on the Wellington. Mr. came out perfect. I do say so. Penance. Do you think I should have brought a piece for... Name again? Becks, dad. Becks. You were super close for like six years. Becks, McDonald. Oh, McDonald marks her dad, right? Handsome guy. Strong. Who is a tight-end in college? You can tell by that wife of his. Well, good. Now remember, respect, respect, respect. You can always deserve your respect. They stop at a red light. Pea spins the flower, examining it. Oh, look at this. Look at this. Pea looks up. A slightly plump woman walks in the crosswalk. But I know where that cow is going. Disgusting. Dad motions to the other side. A pizza hut in a strip mall. Pea sighs, shrinks into his seat. Dad turns to him, smiling. I know you wanted your mom to drive you, but I had to do the honors. My son taking a beautiful girl who had danced as a big deal. He pats Pea on the leg, the light turns green. Remember what the man said. Be a mench. Respect and dignity. Every woman deserves both. Pea scratches his chin hair. He looks out the window as they pass a red light. Exterior becks his house evening. The red taillights flush with light as the car stops. He exits. He pulls his shirt taught, the same for his jacket. He climbs the steps. Pulls his shirt taught again by the door. He shakes his arm, extending and curling his fingers. Rings the doorbell. He glances at the car. Dad gives a thumbs up. The door opens, becks his radiant. She looks him over, smiles. Is that where we're starting? Oh, sorry. I'll do that again. Ha ha ha ha. The door opens, becks his radiant. She looks him over, smiles. Nice shirt for you. Pea extends the yellow rose. She takes it, admiring it. He smiles at her. She notices the bandage. The fuck happened to your face? Always wanted to hear you say that to me. You look beautiful. She gazes down. Before we go, I... You caught me off guard a bit yesterday. I was surprised and just... It was so out of the blue. I wanted to tell you for so long. I want to go to the dance with you. But I'd like to go as friends. Pea smile falls. He glances at the car. Dad isn't looking. He pulls his shirt jacket taught. Becks puts her hand on his arm. I know it wasn't cool that I kind of dropped out of your life. Pea, hold on. I know it wasn't cool, but I won't do that again. I promise. Good. Because I want my best friend back. But it's not about you. Do you like someone else? Not exactly. Do you like Kev? Becks laughs loudly. Kev? I'd rather eat a bag of dicks than who? Becks searches in his eyes, finally. I don't like guys. Peas blank, then puts it together in a rush. You can't tell anyone. You're a Lesbo, and... A Lesbo, and, really? And we shouldn't shit my pants. Becks giggles. You're an idiot. Don't tell anyone, please. Swear. Wow, that feels good. Okay, you want to do this? Pea studies Becks' happy relief face. He gently rubs the purple bandage and smiles, but not out of happiness. I think I might actually stay in. Again, again. I just want my time just... Correct lines. Yeah, I mean... He's a musical. I'm like, come to grips with that. Yeah. This is the end. I think I might stay in, actually. You sure? I'm still gonna go. So if you change your mind. Pea nods. He turns toward the car. A tear carps down his face toward his chin. It runs by his short whisker than plummets. Without turning. Bye, Becks. Interior dad's car moments later. Pea enters the car. Becks still stands in the doorway. She gained weight. Interior Pea's bathroom later. A plate with a barely eaten piece of beef Wellington on the counter. The beef at the center looks perfect and preserved. Pea stands in front of the mirror. His jacket and slacks crisp. He judges himself. He opens the suicide drawer. He places each item ceremoniously on the counter. Notepad, pen, sunglasses, knife. The zippo gleams as Pea shuts the drawer with it inside. He writes with conviction in the notepad. Ring. The cordless phone illuminates. Pea checks the caller ID. Ponthill school. Pea clicks talk. Loud music and teenage voices blast out. Whole scene. Only pee is on screen. See you at home. Yeah. Max looks hot. Yeah. A pause then. Thanks bro. It takes a real man to step aside like this. Pea doesn't answer. Look. I'm sorry for how today went down. Let's make the rest of this year the best we can before you head to St. John's. Cool? Yeah. Alright. I'm gonna go find Max. Which we look. Pea hangs up. He writes a final line in the notepad. Put down the pen. Pea pulls his tea and jacket taught. Eyes himself in the mirror. He shakes his arm, extending and curling his fingers. He picks up the knife. He pulls open the longest blade, rotating the knife in his hands. Ring. The phone rings again. Caller ID. Ponthill school. We're cool, Kev. Bro, thanks bro. I like totally deserve your best friendship and stuff. You okay? Yeah. Bex waits. I'm okay. Hey, this might seem silly, but... Who is that lady? Bex sounds somewhat coy and unsure for the first time. Who? The tall one you talked to. With the curls and the VCR. The pretty one. Peaceface shifts. He meets his reflection's eyes. Pea? A friend. Bex sighs wistfully. She was cool. Pea hangs up. He looks himself up and down in the mirror, picks up the knife, brings it toward himself. Snaps the blade shut. He gathers the notepad pen, sunglasses, and knife, and exits the bathroom shutting the door. The empty bathroom is quiet. The mirror's expense is barren without a subject. Peace been gone too long. Finally, the knob turns. Pea timidly opens the door. The door's mirror is visible displaying the Delorean poster perfectly. Standing at the sink, he's surrounded by his reflection in front of him and the Delorean behind. He drops a folded piece of paper on the counter. He wears only underwear, black briefs, and a thin tank style undershirt. A band of flesh between the briefs and the two short singlet, his exposed abdomen trembles in the soft light. He unfolds the paper. Debbie and Raheekza gently kiss. He studies them quietly, assesses himself. He slowly shakes his arm, extending and curling his fingers. It's new this time, light and fluid, graceful. He looks transfixed as his arm moves with new life. He watches his arm lightly glide to his razor. He delicately shapes his lone whisker, till his chin's completely smooth. He touches his face, examining his features softly. He gingerly removes the purple bandage. The dull purple bruise no longer bleeds. He pulls the hair tie from his ponytail. His hair cascades out, a beautiful bounce of curls just above his shoulder. He presses his waist inward to narrow it, feigning wider hips, a more feminine look. He strokes his smooth leg past the black briefs, that in this light with this pose looks undeniably like panties. Trailing fingers move delicately up his abdomen, the slight softness and give of the smooth belly rebound effortlessly as the fingers glide past. He cubs his slightly plump peck. It takes form under the thin shirt, the echo of a female breast. He presses play on the CD player, skips to track too. Holes, Miss World starts to play. She continues to examine herself, mesmerized by the surprise her body offers.