The Diary of a Teenage Girl Page #2

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The walls of Minnie’s room are lined with comic-style

drawings, and photographs: a tongue, or a face, homeless

people, and transvestites. And many self-portraits. Minnie

speaks into her mic.

MINNIE (CONT’D)

(getting serious)

Okay in all matter of factuality,

it happened like this:

FLASHBACK TO:

11 INT. MINNIE’S HOUSE - THE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 11

Charlotte is sprawled out on the couch, a lit joint dangling

precariously in her fingers, falling asleep. Gretel eats a

bowl of ice-cream on the floor. MONROE, 34, a guy with the

attitude and libido of a 15 year old, sits on the end of the

couch and stares blankly at The Carol Burnett Show on the TV,

drinking a Schlitz beer.

Minnie enters in a blue little-girl nightgown, plopping down

on the couch, moving her mom’s legs over. Charlotte groans,

and ashes from her joint fall into Gretel’s bowl of ice-

cream.

GRETEL:

Mom!? God. You’re so gross. I can’t

even watch TV without...

Gretel gets up in a huff, and exits. Charlotte doesn’t stir.

The TV blares.

MINNIE (V.O.)

My mother was married for a long

time to my step-dad Pascal. He is a

science-y guy, a PhD.

C/U on a picture of Charlotte and PASCAL, 45, when they were

younger and married. Even then, they were an odd match.

MINNIE (V.O.)

He has a lot of ideas about how the

world works- doesn’t think women

should drink or smoke.

Minnie looks at the joint in her mom’s hand.

Yellow (01/16/2014) 77.

MINNIE (V.O.)

Maybe that’s why she isn’t married

to him anymore. She’s “looser” now.

Minnie looks toward Monroe.

MINNIE (V.O.)

Monroe Rutherford’s her boyfriend,

but they aren’t possessive.

Monroe stares at the TV. He is handsome in this light, with a

boyish face. He feels Minnie looking at him and smiles a

little. Minnie turns back to the TV. There is a long pause.

Charlotte suddenly startles.

CHARLOTTE:

(half-asleep and a little

high)

What?

MINNIE:

It was the TV.

CHARLOTTE:

Whatdyasay?

MINNIE:

It was just the TV, mom.

CHARLOTTE:

Oh my god, I had such a long day.

I’m falling asleep here.

Charlotte slips her house shoes on without opening her eyes.

CHARLOTTE (CONT’D)

I’m crashin’.

Monroe slaps Charlotte on the ass.

MONROE:

G’night.

MINNIE:

Night.

Minnie debates moving over to the other side of the couch,

but just as she makes a move, Monroe puts his big hand on her

head. Minnie hits Monroe lightly. He puts his arm around her

and they curl up together, watching TV.

MONROE:

What are you wearing? This

nightgown is totally ridiculous.

Minnie blushes.

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Monroe’s arm dangles around Minnie’s shoulder, dangerously

close to her breast. Maybe his hand brushes it? They sit in

silence watching the TV. Minnie moves to the other side of

the couch, staring at Monroe.

MINNIE (V.O.)

I know it seems weird, but I had

this strangely calming feeling that

even if he touched my tit on

purpose it's probably all right

because he's one of our best

friends and he's a good guy and he

knows how it goes and I don't...

Minnie looks at Monroe for a sign. Monroe cracks another

beer.

MINNIE (V.O.)

But I wonder if my breast felt

small?

CUT TO:

12 INT. MINNIE’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT 12

Minnie looks at a picture she drew of Monroe, in very short

jogging shorts, that is tacked onto the wall. Her tape player

in her hand.

MINNIE:

Oh Monroe. Pitter pat. You touched

my tit. How was that?

Minnie touches Monroe’s crotch on the drawing. As she stares

deep into Monroe’s face turns to camera,, so handsome and

charming. His eyes twitch with mischief. He looks down a

little, then back up.

MONROE:

(so vulnerable)

Can I just say- touching your

breasts...

(bashfully, almost)

I can’t- I can’t say it.

(MORE)

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MONROE (CONT'D)

(then)

They’re really great. Fantastic

breasts, Minnie. Just perfect.

Monroe smiles. Comic book flowers burst out from behind his

head, like a seventies album cover. A bird flies out of his

ear and lands on top of his head and starts singing, and

END IMAGINING:

13 INT. MINNIE’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - EVENING 13

Monroe snaps his fingers in Minnie’s face. She is standing

with the door of the fridge wide open, staring into space.

MONROE:

Weirdo.

Minnie pushes Monroe, playfully but hard.

MINNIE (V.O.)

It feels so good to imagine that he

might be thinking about me. Like

finally I exist.

Monroe grabs an apple, bites into it. The kitchen has a

paisley wallpaper lining the walls, and avocado green tiles

on the counters.

MONROE:

So-

Charlotte enters the kitchen, in a sexy house-dress/robe.

MONROE (CONT’D)

(to Charlotte)

Hey. You ‘bout ready steady?

Monroe jumps up and sits on the counter.

CHARLOTTE:

No, no. I think I’m staying here.

I’m already in my skivvies.

MONROE:

What? You promised.

MINNIE (V.O.)

Not that I love him or anything.

I’m not stupid.

Gretel enters, and Charlotte pours herself a big gin and

tonic.

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GRETEL:

We’re gonna watch “Little House on

the Prairie”.

Gretel grabs a soda from the fridge. Charlotte smooths

Gretel’s hair a little.

CHARLOTTE:

Yep.

Monroe grabs Charlotte by the waist and pulls her close.

MONROE:

It’s two-for-one Tuesdays, though.

You promised.

CHARLOTTE:

I’m sorry, baby.

MONROE:

Let’s just go for a few drinks? I

need to get out.

CHARLOTTE:

I’ll make it up to you, I swear.

I’m sorry. Take Minnie.

MONROE:

What?

CHARLOTTE:

Minnie’ll go. Wontcha’ Min?

MONROE:

She doesn’t want to go.

MINNIE:

Yeah I do. Where?

CHARLOTTE:

Told you. See?

Charlotte turns and leaves with Gretel.

MONROE:

Just this bar on Harrison.

MINNIE (V.O.)

I had homework, but so the f***

what?

Monroe smiles, it’s a plan.

CUT TO:

Yellow (01/16/2014) 10A10A.

14 INT. LIVERPOOL LILS BAR - LATER THAT NIGHT 14

At a tall bar table in a dark corner, a bartender drops off

another round to Minnie and Monroe. They’re both pleasantly

drunk, watch the bartender leave. Monroe leans his body into

Minnie’s, almost knocking her off her stool.

11.

She laughs, pushing him, but then almost falls off her stool.

He catches her.

MONROE:

(teasing)

Whoa! Clumsy clumsy.

He helps her back onto her stool, holding onto her for a

little too long. Minnie gets a case of the giggles, he

follows suit.

They play a game of “sugarpack football”, flicking a sugar

pack across the table, trying to make it land on the edge of

the table. Monroe flicks the sugar packet through Minnie’s

“field-goal” (her hands) and it disappears off the table.

MINNIE:

Sh*t. Where’d it go?

Monroe gets up and starts rooting around on the ground near

her feet, looking for it. He bites her ankle. She screams too

loud. He laughs.

MONROE:

Shut up! You lightweight.

He bites her calf, grabbing onto her knee. Minnie takes his

hand, and bites it hard. He stands, letting her bite him.

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