Short Term 12 Page #4

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EXT. GRACE'S APARTMENT -- EVENING

Grace turns to see if anyone is watching her as she walks to

her front door.

Grace stands outside her apartment door. She takes in a deep

breath, composes herself, practices a fake smile, and walks

in.

INT. GRACE'S APARTMENT KITCHEN -- EVENING

Grace walks into her apartment to find Mason, wearing a tall

chef's hat, cooking some authentic Mexican dish in the

kitchen.

He turns to see her and smiles.

MASON:

Hey stinker, what took you so long?

GRACE:

(avoiding the question)

Oh, no. I didn't know you still hadthat stupid hat.

MASON:

I will always have this stupid hat.

GRACE:

What's going on in here?

MASON:

Well since you were out cheating onme with your bike, I decided I’dmake myself some chili rellenos,

homemade tortillas, and my mom’sfamous salsa.

He uncovers the pot to let her have a whiff.

GRACE:

Mmm. Looks like there's enough fortwo.

MASON:

No, I doubt it.

GRACE:

Mase, you don't have to be jealousof Floyd.

MASON:

(laughing)

Floyd? Your bike has a name now?

GRACE:

Of course he does. We're very

close.

MASON:

I don't know what you see in him.

GRACE:

Nice grip. Comfy seat.

MASON:

There is NO way his seat is as

comfy as mine.

Grace smiles and touches his arm apologetically.

GRACE:

You’re right. I think I'm gonna gotake a shower.

(while leaving)

Floyd got me all sweaty.

Mason smiles and shakes his head.

MASON:

I hate that bike!

INT. GRACE'S APARTMENT BATHROOM -- LATER

Grace sits in the shower, letting the water pummel her. She

lets a glob of spit fall from her mouth. Lost. Empty. Scared.

INT. GRACE'S APARTMENT LIVING ROOM -- EVENING

Two empty plates of (authentic Mexican dish) sit on thecoffee table with a pot and wooden ladle.

Mason and Grace sit on the couch, facing each other,

sketching in two separate tablets. They both are glancing upat each other and making adjustments to their illustrations.

GRACE:

Okay, I’m done with mine.

MASON:

Uh, yeah, okay. Yep, almost there.

GRACE:

There’s some crazy last minute

changes you’re making.

MASON:

I really suck at noses.

MASON (CONT’D)

Okay. You go.

She turns hers over. It's a really great drawing of Masonsmiling with a messy beard and stick-out ears.

MASON (CONT’D)

Aw, damn it. Yours are always sogood.

(looking)

I look like a homeless guy though.

GRACE:

You do kind of look like a homeless

guy.

MASON:

What’s that on my face there?

He points to a spot on his beard.

GRACE:

Oh, that. Well that’s the piece ofavocado that’s on your beard.

MASON:

(smiling)

No, no. F***.

He wipes the avocado off his beard.

GRACE:

It’s been there the whole time.

MASON:

Ooo, yeah. Thank you for saying

something sooner.

MASON (CONT’D)

Okay, alright here we go. Just takeit easy okay cause you’re gonnafreak out when you see this. Ithink it's my best one yet. Okay.

Mason flips his book to reveal the worst portrait of someoneever drawn. Grace is incredibly distorted, doesn't lookanything like her, and has a HORRIBLE nose.

Grace laughs.

MASON (CONT’D)

Come on. You can’t f*** with that.

GRACE:

I can’t f*** with that.

GRACE (CONT’D)

That nose is amazing.

MASON:

Yeah, I was going for kind of amushroomy thing.

GRACE:

Is that a beard?

MASON:

No, I was trying to shade. I think

it looks pretty cool.

GRACE:

What’s going on on my head?

She points to the bed of flowers growing out of her head.

MASON:

These? Flowers. They represent thepeculiar thoughts that grow out ofyour gorgeous mind.

Grace smiles.

She meets his eyes for a moment and is reminded of how muchshe loves him.

GRACE:

Why are you so nice to me?

MASON:

Are we being serious now?

Grace nods.

MASON (CONT’D)

Well, it’s easy. It’s because youare the weirdest, most beautifulperson I have ever met in my wholeentire life.

Grace likes that. She leans in and gives him a really goodkiss.

MASON (CONT’D)

Whoa.

GRACE:

What?

MASON:

I don't know. It's just been along time since you've kissed melike that.

Grace thinks about it.

GRACE:

That's not true.

MASON:

Uh huh. We haven't had sex in 9

days and 13 hours.

GRACE:

Down to the hour, huh?

MASON:

Did I do something?

Grace shakes her head.

GRACE:

No, you're wonderful.

MASON:

What is it then?

Grace looks away. She begins to scratch her thumb. Mason

notices and gently holds her hand to stop her.

MASON (CONT’D)

Please, you’re gonna have to let mein your head every once in a whileor I'm gonna go nuts...

Grace grabs his face with both hands and shushes him.

GRACE:

Shhhh shhhh. Shhhh.

She kisses him on the cheek, the nose, the corner of hismouth.

She pushes her lips against his and pulls him down onto thecouch. She grabs Mason's hands and guides them, through herhair, her face, her neck, down her side, to her legs. He

slides his hand along her skin, gently, carefully, alwaysmaking sure that it's what she wants.

MASON:

Are you gonna do this just for me?

She kisses him again and moves his hand up her legs, highunder her shorts. Her breathing quickens. He slides his

hand down her belly, slipping into her underwear, pausingthere, reading her skin like brail. She obviously wants himto keep going, but he waits for eye contact to be sure. She

looks at him, her hand tapping the back of his head withanticipation.

MASON (CONT’D)

You okay?

GRACE:

Yeah.

MASON:

Yeah?

MASON (CONT’D)

You don't want me to stop?

She shakes her head, and then he touches her. She gasps.

Mason kisses her again. Her legs pinch tightly around hishand. Her breathing quickens. The pleasure overcomes herand she loses control, pushing up against him. Eyes closed,

gasping for air, squeezing his hair between her fingers. And

then.

GRACE:

(quietly)

Stop.

MASON:

What?

GRACE:

Stop!

Grace hits him hard with a straight palm to the nose andkicks him to the floor.

MASON:

Ah! Sh*t!

She quickly curls up into the fetal position on the couch.

Mason touches his nose, bright red and bleeding.

MASON (CONT’D)

Uh...what the hell Grace?

She stays curled up on the couch without an answer.

He gets up and walks to the bathroom.

INT. GRACE'S APARTMENT, BATHROOM -- CONTINUOUS

Mason stands at the mirror, washing the blood from his face.

He takes a moment to let the frustration go.

INT. GRACE'S APARTMENT -- MOMENTS LATER

Mason sits on the couch with Grace's head in his lap,

stroking her hair. He holds his head back with a bloodytissue to his nose.

FADE OUT:

EXT. GROUP HOME, COTTAGE -- MORNING

Grace locks her bike to the gate and walks into the unit.

INT. GROUP HOME, LOUNGE -- MORNING

Grace sits in a circle with her 16 kids, Jessica, Mason andNate observing.

GRACE:

Okay everyone, I think most of youhave already met her, but we have anew member in our community.

Jayden, would you introduceyourself?

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