INT. LIVING ROOM
BOYFRIEND walks through the door wearing sunglasses and his suit, he’s returning from work. On the couch sits his GIRLFRIEND, typing on her laptop. She eventually looks up and smiles. Distracted by her work, however, it’s not until Boyfriend is stood in front of her that she realises he is hiding something behind his back.
Long awkward pause, both smiling like idiots.
GIRLFRIEND
Hi
BOYFRIEND
Hi. (BEAT) You want to know
what’s behind my back?
GIRLFRIEND
Yes.
BOYFRIEND
OK good. You ready?
GIRLFRIEND
No.
Delaying a few seconds more, he proffers a rose from behind his back. Girlfriend sits forward and gasps, grins and stands up.
GIRLFRIEND
It’s beautiful! What’s the occasion?
BOYFRIEND
Er, there isn’t one? I tried to think of
one. Oh, oh, I know. You handed in
my rent today, folded my laundry, er,
let me play computer games? Ah fuck
it. There’s no reason. You’re just gonna
have to deal with it.
GIRLFRIEND
What are we going to keep it in?
BOYFRIEND
We’ll go down to Big Lotts and by a
cheap, pasticy vase thing to stick it
in somewhere.
GIRLFRIEND
Ah, you’re so romantic.
BOYFRIEND
Er, I mean… We’ll go somewhere
nice looking and buy a nice vase that
is somewhat cost effective.
GIRLFRIEND
I love you.
BOYFRIEND
Message delivered then.
THE END.
True story.
Willow H. Wood 