Heathers Page #6

HEATHER CHANDLER again hits her ball into HEATHER DUKE'S.

HEATHER DUKE:

Why?

HEATHER CHANDLER

Why not?

HEATHER CHANDLER slams HEATHER DUKE's ball back into the

flower bed. VERONICA'S MOM calls out the back screen door.

MOM:

Heather, your Mother's here.

HEATHER MCNAMARA

Come on whoever wants a ride.

As the HEATHERS head into the house, VERONICA picks up HEATHER

DUKE'S ball and exuberantly throws it back toward the wickets.

Veronica's MOM, carrying a tray of pate, and DAD, carrying a

Robert Ludlum book, place themselves around a patio table.

DAD:

Take a break Veronica, sit down.

VERONICA:

All right.

VERONICA sinks into the empty middle deck chair.

DAD:

So what was the first week of

Spring Vacation withdrawl like?

VERONICA:

I don't know, it was okay, I guess.

MOM:

Hey kid, isn't the prom coming up?

VERONICA:

I guess.

MOM:

Any contestants worth mentioning?

VERONICA:

Maybe. There's kind of a dark

horse now in the running.

DAD:

(looking up)

Goddamn. Will somebody please tell

me why I read this spy crap.

VERONICA:

(smiling)

Because you're an idiot.

DAD:

Oh yeah, that's it.

DAD immediately returns to reading with a wide grin.

MOM:

(shaking her head)

You two....

VERONICA:

Great pate, but I'm going to have

to motor if I want to be ready for

the party tonight.

EXT. OUTSIDE 7-11--NIGHT

A Volkswagen Cabriolet pulls up in front of a 7-11 with

HEATHER CHANDLER at the wheel. VERONICA pops out of the

car, into the store. HEATHER CHANDLER clamors to her.

HEATHER CHANDLER

Corn nuts!

INT. 7-11--NIGHT

Stylishly dressed-to-massacre, VERONICA reaches out to a bag

of Corn Nuts as J.D.'s off-screen voice disarms her.

J.D. (O.S.)

You going to pull a Big Gulp with that?

VERONICA:

No, but if you're nice I'll let

you buy me a Slurpee. You know

your 7-11speak pretty well.

J.D.

I've been moved around all my life;

Dallas, Baton Rouge, Vegas, Sherwood

Ohio, there's always a 7-11. Any

town, any time, I can pop a Ham and

Cheese in the microwave and feast on

a Big Wheel. Keeps me sane.

VERONICA:

Really? That thing in the caf

today was pretty severe.

J.D.

The extreme always makes an impression,

but you're right, it was severe. Did

you say a Cherry or Coke Slurpee?

VERONICA:

I didn't. Cherry.

VERONICA smiles at her Coolness. J.D. returns the smile.

EXT. 7-11 PARKING LOT--NIGHT

VERONICA and J.D. slurp by J.D.'s ferocious motorcycle.

VERONICA:

Great bike.

HEATHER CHANDLER sounds her car horn with a grimace. VERONICA

glares at her then turns back to J.D.

J.D.

Just a humble perk from my Dad's

Construction company or should I

say Deconstruction company?

VERONICA:

I don't know. Should you?

J.D.

My father seems to enjoy tearing

things down more than putting things up.

Seen the commerical? "Bringing every

State to a Higher State."

VERONICA:

Time out....Jason Dean. Your Pop's

Big Bud Dean Construction. Must be

rough. Moving place to place.

J.D.

Everybody's life's got static. Is

your life perfect?

VERONICA:

(gently joking)

Sure, I'm on my way to a party

at Remington University.

VERONICA grows serious as the car horn sounds again.

VERONICA:

It's not perfect. I don't really

like my friends.

J.D.

I don't really like your friends either.

VERONICA:

It's like they're just people I

work with and our job is being

popular and sh*t.

J.D.

Maybe it's time for a vacation.

The car horn blares again.

INT. DORMITORY ROOM--NIGHT

DAVID, Heather Chandler's fine looking college beau, leads

VERONICA and HEATHER CHANDLER into a cramped, eclectically

tacky dorm room. Music pounds the door.

The semi-handsome BRAD chats atop a desk with BRAD'S FRIEND.

DAVID:

Throw your coats on the bed, girls.

BRAD:

That exam was so bogus.

BRAD'S FRIEND

Oh I know. Which exam?

DAVID:

Veronica, this is Brad.

BRAD:

Excellent. Did you girls bring

your partying slippers?

HEATHER CHANDLER

Yeah, let's party.

DAVID:

She loves to party.

As they head out the door, BRAD whispers something in BRAD'S

FRIEND's ear causing the pair to snarl off a laugh.

INT. VERONICA'S BEDROOM--NIGHT

The viewer is taken back and forth from a shattered post-party

VERONICA to the traumatic dormitory party itself. The sobbing

monocoled VERONICA writes at her desk.

VERONICA (V.O.)

Dear Diary, I want to kill and you

have to believe.....damn pen!

VERONICA frenziedly scribbles, trying to get her pen to

write. She throws the pen across the room and pulls out

another.

VERONICA (V.O.)

You have to believe it's for more

than selfish reasons. More than a

spoke in my menstrual cycle. You

have to believe me.

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