Margaret

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A boy on a trip with a girl in Paris discovers something unsettling about his lover.

Submitted: March 24, 2011

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“Margaret”
Setting: In an apartment/hostel/hotel in Paris. Couch and a chair and table.
Characters:
Chris- Slightly sensitive, optimistic but disappointed
Margaret- Slightly selfish, indulgent. Enjoys life but is not aware of what happens outside of her hipster world.
Scene opens with Margaret typing on her laptop. Chris is by the window. His laptop is at the table with the chair.
Chris: Wow, we really did it...we're here...just like we planned...huh?
Margaret: (Absently) Mhm.
Chris: Don't you think it's fucking crazy? Just because of one night in New York? I mean...we didn't even kiss...or I guess touch...or anything.
Margaret: (Sarcastically) Yeah...and now we're here. Pretty crazy...
Chris: You sound pissy...What's wrong?
Margaret: (Focused) No...no I'm just...busy.
Chris: (Walks over, sits) Alright, alright...you and your meticulous status updates. God...all those nights chatting online in anticipation for this...just to be able to sit next to each other. (Touches laptop) This little baby was keepin' us together. (Kisses cheek but Margaret steals slightly away)
Margaret: (Chimes) Almost done!
Chris: Who are messaging so often anyways?
Margaret: Liz and Stephan.
Chris: I feel like I've heard their names before.
Margaret: (Finally makes enduring eye contact) You never listen do you? My threesome...?
Chris: What the fuck are you talking about?
Margaret: (Looks back at laptop) I told you about them like two weeks ago. We've got something pretty serious now. They're pretty much the only things that kept me from blowing my brains out last semester. I'm just telling them how it is here.
Chris: Wait, first of all I was not aware of your little arrangement, and second... how would you know how it is here? You've been on that since we got here...(Silence) Listen... I realize you've had it tough lately and I realized there could be some other guy by now. I mean we bought the tickets 4 months ago. The fuckin' tickets! I spent a 1000 bucks to come out here with you. (Thinks it over trying to calm himself) I guess your relationship is purely sexual anyway...I mean it's a threesome. I guess surprising me with just a boyfriend would be worse..
Margaret: Well it's not like that either. I still love them.
Chris: (Still lost in thought) Yeah...(realizes) what? And you just “like” me huh? After all the shit you said to me? That was real...I know it...you sent me pictures of your ass!
Margaret: We were thousands of miles away. You're from L.A. I didn't expect you to understand it. This...this thing... it's just different from what most people experience. It has everything I need. We go out to shows, expositions...or sometimes we just go to Central Park and take pictures... watch people. Getting back to the bedroom is only part of the fun (laughs) the fun!
Chris: (Annoyed, frustrated) But you haven't even acted like you give the smallest shit about me...I came here because I liked you so fucking much. I broke up with my girlfriend because the guilt was killing me about how much I thought about you.
Margaret: (reaches peak for a moment) No! Don't you fucking use that against me. I came here because I see something in you. If there's one thing I excel at its reading people...the good...the downright disgusting! That's why I let so few close. Come on... (Fingers tip-toeing on Chris) You're...smart...charming...and...so...handsome.
Chris: (Let's down guard) So I'm one of the lucky ones.
(Kiss)
What if I moved to New Y---
(Kiss)
We are going to go see the sights right...
Margaret: Yeah let's just focus on me for now...
(Kiss)
End.


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