Never Been Kissed Page #6

She puts her hand over her mouth, races for the bathroom.

INT. TIKI POST BATHROOM - MINUTES LATER

Josie has just gotten violently ill. She rises off her

knees, grabs some toilet paper to wipe her mouth. She looks

down at her feet.

INT. HIGH SCHOOL CORRIDOR - DAY (FLASHBACK)

We CLOSE UP on brown leather oxfords and widen to reveal

teenage JOSIE

braces, heavy glasses, in all her nerdom, slowly walking

down the corridor with a huge backpack on her back.

A boy sneaks up behind her, holds open the top of her

backpack while another boy pours a half drunk Sprite into

her backback.

Kids smile and snicker as Josie continues down the hallway.

She spots, BILLY PRINCE, ultmate high school heartthrob,

and approaches him nervously.

JOSIE:

Hey, Billy Prince, I noticed you

weren't in math today, and I have

the notes in case you want -

Midway through Josie's speech, WE HEAR the odd sound of

liquid hitting linoleum. Josie follow Billy's gaze down to

between her feet where a pool of Sprite has gathered. Billy

starts to laugh. Kids around him join in. As the laughter

echoes around her we

DISSOLVE BACK TO:

INT. TIKI POST BATHROOM - SAME (PRESENT DAY)

Josie stares into the mirror. Staring back is teenage Josie.

JOSIE:

This is a very bad idea.

INT. THE MALL - TEEN CLOTHING STORE - DAY

Anita and Josie cruise through a teen clothing store,

carrying large bags from a stationery store. Josie picks

up a platform sneaker and just stares at it.

ANITA:

So, you were a geek. Big deal.

JOSIE:

Anita, remember espadrilles?

ANITA:

Please. That doesn't make you a

nerd. Everyone wore those shoes.

JOSIE:

The girls threw them at me in the

locker room.

ANITA:

Okay. That's bad.

JOSIE:

At the end of the yeat the person

who got the most direct his to my

head got to toss me into the pool.

ANITA:

Mama mia.

(then)

Just because you were a nerd once

doesn't mean it's going to happen

again. That's why you have me for

fashion consultation.

Anita pulls a slip skirt off a rack and holds it up.

ANITA:

Now this is cute.

JOSIE:

That is lingerie.

ANITA:

So I was thinking about what you

were saying - y'know, about really

being kissed? I think Roger could

be the one.

JOSIE:

What'd you feel when you kissed

him?

ANITA:

Bridgework?

JOSIE:

Very romantic.

Josie pulls out a plain button-down cardigan.

JOSIE:

How about this?

ANITA:

I am not letting you out of the

house in that, young lady.

Anita grabs an awful white maribou jacket and matching

earrings and holds them up.

ANITA:

Cuuuute!

JOSIE:

'Nita, this is about reporting,

not accessorizing.

ANITA:

And we're going to have to do

something about your hair.

JOSIE:

Anita!

ANITA:

Jos, please try and have some fun

here, okay? How many of us get to

go back to high school? You're

gonna have a blast!

SMASH CUT TO:

CLOSE UP - AN ALARM CLOCK

on a bedside table. Surrounded by make-up, boxes of hair

color, a stack of index cards, ripped magazine pages of

teen looks, issues of Teen Beat and YM. The clock slips to

7:
00. NPR starts playing. A hand reaches over, hits the

radio off.

SOUND EFFECTS:
A school bell. As the bell continues to

ring, we WIDEN TO:

INT. JOSIE'S BEDROOM - MORNING

Josie sits up in bed, covers pulled up to her chin in

terror.

EXT. A CHICAGO STREET - MORNING

MUSIC UP:
"Morning Train". Crowds of commuters stream down

the sidewalk and onto the stairs leading up to the El.

A big yellow car jerks into frame, backfires noisily. It's

Josie at the wheel of Bambi. She jerks out of frame.

EXT. SOUTH GLEN SOUTH HIGH SCHOOOL - MORNING

A suburban campus anchored by a main building. Cars pull

into the parking lot for the beginning of the day. Kids

greet each other, converge on the front doors of the school.

General mayhem.

Bambi pulls in. She jerks into a spot, backfiring once

more for effect. The entire scene stops. Kids freeze, look

at Josie. A beat, and they they continue on their way.

INT. BAMBI - CONTINUOUS

Josie takes a few deep breaths.

JOSIE:

Okay, I can do this. Piece of cake.

I can do this.

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