Buffy the Vampire Slayer Page #20

KIMBERLY:

Well, I hope so.

JENNIFER:

Probably was. What do you suppose

she was doing out there.

BUFFY:

Dying.

JENNIFER:

Eeyuu.

Coming from the opposite direction are Jeffrey, Andy and some

of the other football players. They're suited up and heading

for the gym.

ANDY:

... And they're having some memorial

service or something tomorrow. You

going?

JEFFREY:

I don't know. Coach said I had to

work on my 'ab's.'

ANDY:

Coach knows what abs are?

They pass Buffy. Andy stops and grabs her from behind.

ANDY:

(continuing)

Got to get some!

Unthinkingly, Buffy flips Andy over and pins him against a

locker.

ANDY:

(continuing)

Whoa! Whoa! I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I don't actually need any right

now.

JEFFREY:

(to Buffy)

What's with you?

BUFFY:

Don't grab me, okay?

ANDY:

Absolutely. I see now the error of

my mistake.

JEFFREY:

Yeah, keep your mitts off my thang.

I'll pop you one.

(to Buffy)

Did he scare you?

Jeffrey puts his arm around Buffy but she shakes it off.

BUFFY:

I can take care of myself, Jeffrey.

JEFFREY:

So I noticed.

Buffy goes off by herself. Jeffrey watches her.

JEFFREY:

(continuing)

Nice to feel needed.

ANDY:

Let's move out!

JEFFREY:

(rallying)

Yes!

The lads move off. We see Nicole, Kimberly and Jennifer, who

have been watching the whole exchange. Nicole and Kimberly

are obviously disdainful of Buffy's behavior. Jennifer is

feeling sorry for Jeffrey. Boy does she want him.

CUT TO:

INT. CLOTHING STORE - DAY

A mod, brightly lit store. A little hipper than your usual

mall fare, but not Melrose either. Bright colors reign. Buffy

is standing by a dressing stall, inspecting her fingernails,

talking to Merrick as he changes inside.

BUFFY:

I mean, most of the time Jeffrey's

really sweet, but sometimes he gets

kind of... 'Me-Tarzan'ish, you know

what I mean? Lately it bugs me, I

guess.

(no response)

Merrick? Are you still breathing?

MERRICK (O.S.)

(from inside)

I can't work this.

BUFFY:

We call them zippers. They're not

supposed to be a challenge.

MERRICK:

But it's in the back. Why are we

wasting time with this, anyway?

BUFFY:

Because you clash, Merrick. You

clash with everything. I mean you

might as well go around with a sign,

'Slayers trained her.' Honestly,

you look like something out of...

Pasadena.

MERRICK:

My clothes have always been perfectly

serviceable.

BUFFY:

Well, you're on my turf now. You're

just gonna have to trust me.

Merrick comes out of the booth. He wears multi-colored

parachute pants and an equally loud T-shirt. Buffy looks at

him -- he looks at himself.

MERRICK:

I want to die.

BUFFY:

(doesn't like it either)

Okay. The important thing is not

to panic.

CUT TO:

EXT. ZEPH'S AUTO REPAIR - LATE AFTERNOON

Pike is hurriedly working on a part in the hood of his beat-up

Dodge, which is filled with all his belongings. ZEPH stands

watching him. Zeph is about forty-five, greasy, good-natured.

Pike works for him.

PIKE:

You said you'd have the part by

two! Christ, it's almost dark.

Pike finishes, slams the hood. He picks up a battered guitar

case and stuffs it into the car, shuts the door.

ZEPH:

What nasty bug crawled up your bungus

and where the hell are you going?

PIKE:

I'm leaving, man. I'm bailing town.

This place has gotten way too hairy.

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