Context: Your friend in Chemistry 101 can be a little mean sometimes, but you still like to support him as best you can. Even though he says he doesn't, he reciprocates in his own way, always protective, always trying to help you see the world in different ways. He has a lot going on. You both do, really. Maybe that's why it's so easy to say good morning, every day, even though it hurts a little.

Setting: A college classroom/a recital hall

Tags:[M4A][Frenemies to More?][Frustrated Bully Speaker][Mysterious Listener][Mean]to[Sweet][Protective][Angst][Why Are You Here?][Supportive Listener][Confession][Apology][Regret][Reverse Comfort][CW: Trauma/Parental Neglect]

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[Scene opens within a college classroom]

[SFX: People picking up their things to leave]

[As class ends, you meander over to your friend while he’s packing up]

[Pause!]

“Hm? Oh, hey, Weirdo.”

[Pause?]

[He rolls his eyes]

“Look, I really don’t have time to dunk you in a trash can or anything today, I have a-”.

[Pause??]

“...Right, I told you about my piano recital tonight. AND I told you that I’d throttle your tiny neck if you told anyone, right?”

[Pause]

“Good.”

[He hesitates, blushing a little]

“Did you, um… I put a ticket in your locker if…”

[Pause!]

[He sputters in protest]

“Shut up! I did not leave a ticket for you because I want you there, my parents just said I had to be nicer to the ‘weird kid’ aka you. Apparently, picking on you is in ‘poor taste’, despite the fact that you buzz around like a gnat just looking to get swatted…”

[Pause <3]

[He facepalms and mutters angrily under his breath]

“...You’re weird, Weirdo. Grow a spine and take a swing at me sometimes, yeah? You won’t do any damage but at least that way I’ll know you don’t have two screws loose instead of just the one…”

[He pauses, studying you]

“...You do realize I am picking on you, right? Like, you are aware I am being an asshole to you?”

[Pause <3]

“...O-OK, great… Fucking weirdo… See you tonight, I guess. Don’t embarrass me in front of my parents again, got it? Introducing you while you climbed out of the trash can was the worst.”

[Pause!]

“Right… OK, well… bye.”

[He waves and jogs off, still seeming confused. You think he’d be used to it by now]

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Time Transition - Eight Hours

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[Scene transitions to the recital hall]

[SFX: A faint crowd settling in and murmuring/the Listener walking to their seat]

[You make your way to your seat near the front of the hall. You sit hurriedly, noticing there are two empty chairs right in front of you. A lucky break, perhaps? No tall people to worry about, at least]

[SFX: Quiet applause]

[You straighten as he walks onto the stage. He’s smiling confidently, eyes sweeping the crowd, until they fall on you or… something in your direction. He falters, near freezing in place]

“O-Oh…”

[Pause]

[SFX: Quiet whispering/concerned murmuring]

[He looks at you, frozen for a moment. You smile and flash him the thumb’s up. He’s got this]

“I, ah… Thank you, everyone. Sorry, a bit of nerves.”

[SFX: The crowd murmuring with encouragement]

[He sits at the bench, takes a breath, and with a word you don’t know silently on his lips, begins to play:]

[SFX: Moonlight Sonata - Duration [VA’s discretion]]

[Note: Recommend to fade out early in the song for a time transition]

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[Time Transitions - Post Recital]

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[SFX: People leaving the recital hall]

[You hang back until people begin to leave the recital hall, waiting for him. Since the time he took the seat to even now, he hasn’t stood, even to shake people’s hands. He’s simply sat with his head down and spoken to those who directly approached him]

[...]

[SFX: The stage stairs creaking]

[You walk up next to him and see his shoulders shake]

“...Why are you here?”

[...]

“What…”

[He turns to you, tears streaming down his cheeks]

“What… IS IT with you?! What do you not understand?! I… I treat you like absolute GARBAGE!”

[...]

[He stands, almost tripping himself]

“Do you have a loose screw rattling around in that empty head of yours…? I… hurt you. You understand that, don’t you?”

[Pause]

“...say something.”

[...]

[He takes a step toward you and you take one back]

“Fucking… say something! Anything!! Stand up to me, godamn you! Hurt me back! Don’t you understand?! This, THIS-!”

[He points angrily to his face]

“THESE fucking tears?! See them?! This is all I feel, all the fucking time, and I take it out on YOU! Worst still, I know I’m doing it! I am acknowledging it, right here, right now, that I am a GARBAGE human being and that picking on you makes me feel a little happier, even though it’s at your expense…”

[SFX: A thud]

[He drops to his knees with a thud, holding himself and sobbing]

“...I-I’m so sorry… I know it doesn’t make it right… but it’s the only thing that makes sense…!”

[...Pause?]

[You kneel by him and he looks at you, pained]

“...you talked…”

[Pause.]

“...I’ll explain it best I can, yeah… Those two seats up front there, the ones no one sat in? Yeah… Those were for my Mom and Stepdad. Don’t know why I expected this time would be different… I guess, for me, if they never want to be here for me, then I must be garbage, right? And garbage does certain things… Stinks, disgusts people, and…”

[He sighs, gesturing to you]

“...ruins things that are beautiful…”

[...Pause?]

[He snorts through his sobbing]

“Yeah… That’s why I do football and fencing and piano and chess and, um… Shit, now I’ve forgotten… Heh, well, I’m sure I’ll get an angry text over it at some point.”

[Pause…?]

“...A hug sounds really nice, yeah.”

[SFX: Cloth shifting]

[You embrace and his sobs stir again, racking his whole massive frame]

[Pause…]

“I look good in this suit? Really?”

[Pause!]

[He sniffles, voice cracking slightly]

“...Thank you, that’s really sweet~”.

[Pause <3]

“...Why did you show up for my show, though? Why… any of this?”

[Pause…]

“...You have caretakers that… do way, way worse things… and when you noticed that I had problems with my parents, you wanted to try and give me some support, even if I hated you…?”

[Pause]

[Either how nonchalantly you said it has him stunned or the statement itself does. He takes a moment before his expression softens, though his brow furrows]

“I don’t hate you, I-I…”

[He takes a breath]

“...Listen… I don’t hate you, nowhere close to it… How I feel is irrelevant, are you in danger?”

[...]

“...OK, listen to me, alright? You look me in the eye and if you are in danger… blink twice. Nod if you understand, then I’m going to ask you again, alright?”

[You nod]

[Pause]

“Are you in danger…?”

[..]

[You glance away at first before slowly meeting his gaze and blinking twice]

“OK. I know this is going to sound rich coming from me, but… I have a spare room in my apartment. I also have a roommate named Jake and, uh… He’s a massive flirt. He will absolutely hit on you, so if you don’t want that just tell him to knock it off and he will. For a few days… then you have to factory reset him with a bonk to the head.”

[...?]

“Of course, I am sure. If you’re being… harmed, I… I’m not leaving you to suffer. Do you have any pets or anything that need collecting?”

[Pause]

“OK, good, makes it easier. Let me get changed out of this tight-ass suit and-”.

[...Pause?]

[He manages a laugh]

“Really? You want to see what I look like driving my bike in a suit? Pretty sure that’s not safe.”

[Pause…]

“...Enh, fuck it. I’m feeling charitable, but if we crash and burn alive-”.

[Pause~]

“Godamn right the first round of burgers in Hell are on you!”

[Together, the two of you make your way backstage, chatting amicably… for once. It’s a nice change of pace, you think]

[SFX: Fade out on their footsteps leaving the focal point]

[To be continued?]

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Note: This is the most Bojack thing I’ve ever written, wtf-

Second Note: What should this blessed new trauma baby be named?