Gabe POV
What did he say? he said-. I know what he said. then why ask. Because I'm confused. why not ask him? good idea.
"What?"
"He said-" Jess starts.
"You know what, nevermind" I say
"Well what's next?" Meg asks.
"Umm" Sammoose states looking at me
"Told you I was the top"
"Ha, I mean...duh" Sammoose says, causing me to blush.
"Ooooooooooh" Meg, Ruby, and Jess squeal.
"Ugh" me and Sammoose say, instantly blushing at the fact we said the same thing.
It's like we're telepathic or something.
"awww" Jess squeals.
"Okay how about a much more, *cough* appropriate song" Sammoose says blushing.
"Sure, but first you all might want to get dressed" Meg chuckles .
"Gabe, have you seen my shirt?" Sammoose asks looking around
"Here", I say handing Sam his shirt. "but I liked the view"
"Thanks" Sammoose says putting it back on and chuckling
"Have you seen my jacket?"
"Oh I thought that was my jacket?" Sammoose says laughing
"Not anymore, Sammoose"
"But it doesn't even fit you, Angel" Sammoose says, laughing.
"Angel?"
"I...um...yea-" Sammoose says, nervously.
"I like it"
"oh, haha yeah" Sammoose laughs awkwardly.
"So do you want your other flannel...or?"
"Oh yeah, duh, that's what I was forgetting" Sammoose says laughing
"here"
"Thanks, and are you gonna put a shirt on under 'your' jacket?" Sammoose says, grabbing my shirt off the floor and putting his on.
"Yeah I guess, but don't you like the view, Sammoose?"
Fuck can he see- no Cassie helped me cover them up this morning........
"Yeah, but that's not the point, you'll catch a cold cause it's freezing and the window is open" Sammoose says, throwing my shirt at me.
"awww, glad you care Sammoose"
"I....um...yeah" Sammoose says as I put my shirt and my jacket back on.
"So I was thinking we do one more song for the night since it's 12am now and we have to get up at 9am to get ready for tryouts" Ruby says laughing us.
"Okay" we all agree
"What song?" Jess asks.
"Beautiful" Meg states excitedly.
Sammoose starts pacing the room and grabbing a notebook
September 1st, 1989
Dear Diary:
I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but-here we are! First day of senior year!
And uh... I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself-what happened?
All of us start backing up Sammoose as he sings
Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser! Lard-ass!
Sammoose walks over to the fireplace where pictures of all of us as kids sit
We were so tiny, happy and shiny
Playing tag and getting chased
All of us pace the room singing as Sammoose picks up a photo of all of us on our first day of middle school.
Freak! Slut! Loser! Shortbus!
Sammoose sings and puts the picture back, walking towards the couch where I striped him moments ago.
Singing and clapping, laughing and napping
Baking cookies, eating paste.
We all walk towards the couch singing and pointing at eachother.
Bull-dyke! Stuck-up! Hunchback!
Sammoose starts up again
Then we got bigger, that was the trigger
Like the Huns invading Rome
Oh, Sorry!
Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school:
This is the Thunderdome
Sam looks around and turns to face me
Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon
Jess backs up
White trash!
Sammoose turns from me and then to Jess
College will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June!
Sammoose gets up and walks towards the windows.
But I know, I know, life can be beautiful
I pray, I pray for a better way
If we changed back then, we could change again
We can be beautiful...
Sammoose opens the curtains .
Just not today
Hey, are you okay?
Meg starts walking away from me
Get away, nerd
Sammoose turns
Oh, okay
Everyone but Sammoose start singing backup again
Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo!
Sammoose starts walking towards me then spins me around and I twirl and fall on the couch.
Things will get better soon as my letter
Comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown
Wake from this coma, take my diploma
Then I can blow this town
Dream of ivy-covered walls and Smokey French cafés
Ruby cuts in.
Watch it!
Sammoose looks at the candle, then at the curtains .
Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze!
Meg cuts in front of Ruby
Ooooops
Sammoose looks at Meg
Ram Sweeney. Third year as linebacker and eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick
Meg puts her finger to Sammooses chest.
What did you say to me, skank?
Sammoose backs down
Aah, nothing!
Sammoose looks at me on the couch then turns away.
But I know, I know...
Everyone starts backing Sammoose up again
I know, I know...
Life can be beautiful
We start back up again.
Beautiful
Sammoose starts up.
I pray, I pray
They all start up again and walk around the room besides me
I pray, I pray
Sammoose walks up to me and helps me up, spinning me around again.
For a better way
Everyone starts singing back up.
For a better way
Sammoose grabs me again, then lifts me up.
We were kind before;
I start singing as Sammoose spins me.
Oooh...
Sammoose puts me down on the couch.
We can be kind once more
All the girls start backup.
Oooh...
Sammoose turns to walk away
We can be beautiful...
We all start singing again
Oooh... Beautiful...
Sammoose walks to Jess
Agh!... Hey Martha
Jess laughs and smiles.
Hey
Sammoose looks around then back to Jess
Martha Dunnstock. My best friend since diapers
Jess walks over to where Sammoose now was
We on for movie night?
Sammoose looks over at the kitchen.
Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail
Jess picks up a movie off of the table, and it just so happens it was The Princess Bride.
I rented "The Princess Bride."
Sammoose laughs and goes back to singing
Ho-ho-ho, again? Wait, don't you have it memorized by now?
Jess looks at me then Sammoose
What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending
Ruby walks up to Jess
Martha Dumptruck! Wide load! Honnnnnk!
Meg follows too
Hahaaa!
Sammoose walks closer to Ruby.
Kurt Kelly. Quarterback. He is the smartest guy on the football team. Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf
Ruby chuckles
Haha! Alriiight!
Sammoose looks around then back to Ruby
Hey! Pick that up! Right now!
Ruby looks at Sammoose and rolls her eyes
I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?
Sammoose looks Ruby in the eyes
Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant
Ruby points to Sammooses nose.
...You have a zit right there...
Sammoose grabs a notebook and writes something
Dear diary:
Why...
I walk up beside Sammoose.
Why do they hate me?
Jess comes up beside me.
Why don't I fight back?
Meg walks up beside Jess.
Why do I act like such a creep?
Sammoose sits down on the couch.
Why...
I sit down halfway on Sammooses lap.
Why won't he date me?
Ruby sits down too.
Why did I hit him?
All of us start singing.
Why do I cry myself to sleep?
Sammoose starts writing again then throws the book.
Why...
We all start singing including, Sammoose.
Somebody hug me!
Somebody fix me!
Somebody save me!
Send me a sign, God!
Give me some hope, here!
Something to live for!
Sammoose picks me up off his lap and sits me down as we sing backup and he paces.
Ahh! Heather, Heather, and Heather!
Sammoose leans behind me when he's on the couch
And then there's the Heathers. They float above it all
We start backup again
I love Heather, Heather, and Heather
Sammoose points to Jess
Heather McNamara, head cheerleader. Her dad is loaded, he sells engagement rings
Meg, Ruby, And I start singing again.
I hate Heather, Heather, and Heather
Sammoose points to Meg
Heather Duke, runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants
Ruby and I sing backup.
I want Heather, Heather, and Heather
Sammoose points to me.
And Heather Chandler, the Almighty
She is a mythic bitch
Ruby sings alone now.
I need Heather, Heather...
Sammoose looks at me, Meg, and Jess, as we stand up.
They're solid Teflon-never bothered, never harassed
I would give anything to be like that
Ruby looks at Meg
Mmmm...
I look at Sammoose
I'd like to be their boyfriend
Ruby, Jess, and Meg look at me
That would be beautiful...
Mmmm...
Meg walks over and sits at the kitchen table.
If I sat at their table, guys would notice me
Ruby laughs and joins her
So beautiful...
Ooooh...
Jess pipes in and sits at the table too
I'd like them to be nicer
everyone at the table sings.
That would be beautiful...
Ooooh...
Cassie and Dean-o come downstairs singing, probably cause we're loud.
I'd like to kidnap a Heather and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave her tied up for the rats
I walk up to Dean-o singing still
Grow up, Heather. Bulimia is so '87.
Cassie buts in
Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather
Dean-o then cuts in and we all walk into the kitchen .
Yeah, Heather. Maybe I should..
Jess points to Dean-o and Cassie
Ah, Heather and Heather
...and Heather. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting. You're late for class
Gabe smiles sweetly.
Heather wasn't feeling well. We're helping her
Jess looks at me
Not without a hall pass, you're not. Week's detention
Sammoose pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to me
Um, actually, Ms. Fleming, all four of us are out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee.
Jess walks away.
...I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going
I look at the note with Sammoose's handwriting.
This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?
Sammoose walks closer to me
Uh... Veronica Sawyer. I crave a boon
I poke him in the chest.
What boon?
Sammoose looks at the table
Um. Let me sit at your table, at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary. If people think that you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone...
Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes
Dean-o peaks up
How about prescriptions?
I look at Dean-o
Shut up, Heather
Dean-o looks over at me
Sorry, Heather
I fluff Sammooses hair.
For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure
Cassie looks at Sammoose
And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important
Dean-o walks closer to cassie
Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds
I grab Meg's makeup bag and get out some brushes
And ya know, ya know, ya know?
This could be beautiful
Mascara, maybe some lip gloss
And we're on our way
Get this girl some blush;
And Heather, I need your brush
Let's make her beautiful
Cassie looks over at me
Let's make her beautiful...
Dean-o looks over at Cassie
Let's make her beautiful...
I look over at Sammoose
Make her beautiful...
Okay?
Okay!
We all get up from the table and go back to the living room, Meg pushes Cassie
Out of my way, geek!
Cassie looks away
I don't want trouble..
Meg raises her fist
You're gonna die at 3pm!
Ruby pushes Dean-o
Don't you dare touch me! Get away, pervert!
Dean-o looks confused
What did I ever do to them?
Everyone sings
Who could survive this?
I can't escape this!
I think I'm dying!
Jess looks over at Sammoose
Who's that with Heather?
Meg, Ruby, and Jess sit on the couch
Whoa
Heather, Heather, Heather...
And someone!
Heather, Heather, Heather...
Meg starts up
And a babe!
Heather, Heather, Heather...
Jess cuts in
Veronica?!
Everyone starts up
Veronica? Veronica? Veronica?!
Sammoose looks around at me, Dean-o, and Cassie.
And you know, you know, you know
Life can be beautiful
The girls whisper.
(Aaahhh! Beautiful!)
Sammoose looms around and plops on the couch
You hope, you dream, you pray
And you get your way!
Ask me how it feels
They whisper more
(Beautiful!)
Lookin' like hell on wheels...
My God, it's beautiful!
(Aaahhh! Beautiful!)
Sammoose looks in the mirror.
I might be beautiful...
Jess, Meg and Ruby whisper
(Beautiful!)
And when you're beautiful...
It's a beautiful frickin' day!
Meg, Ruby, and Jess start chanting
Heather! Heather! Heather! Veronica!
Heather! Heather! Heather! Veronica!
Veronica! Veronica! Veronica!
Veronica!
We all plop on the couches. Me and Sammoose on the biggest one since he's so tall, Cassie and Dean-o on the love seat, and Meg,Ruby, and Jess on the smaller couch
"That was awesome" Jess says
"Yeah definitely" Dean-o adds
"Hey Dean, Clarence, wanna see some awesome videos?" Meg says laughing.
"What do you mean?" Sammoose asks as we look at eachother
"Fuck"
Hey guys
It's the trashy author *you are not a trashy author- The editor*
Hope you like it so far
Bye for now
Syd