INT. DORM ROOM. NIGHT.
MARCUS sits on his bed, reading a book. The door opens and Marcus's dorm mate ZACH enters, closing the door behind him and making a beeline for his own bed, collapsing onto it. Marcus looks up from his book.
ZACH: I am so tired, I could sleep for a week.
MARCUS: Tough day?
ZACH: You wouldn't believe.
MARCUS: Try me.
ZACH: First of all, my professor decides to surprise the class by telling us to read 10 pages of a book we don't even have, so we now have to go out and buy this book before Thursday.
ZACH: Hardly, compared to what comes next.
MARCUS: Uh oh.
ZACH: Then he tells us we have to do a group project.
MARCUS: But you like group projects.
ZACH: I'm not finished. He then assigns Crystal and Harry and Jasmine to be in a group.
MARCUS: The three students from your class that you hate with all your heart.
MARCUS: So it's a good thing that they're all in a group separate from you, right?
ZACH: And then the prof tells me to join them.
MARCUS: In the group.
ZACH: With them.
ZACH: So now I'm in the same group as Stupid, Ditzy and Wacko.
MARCUS: I'm sorry, Man, I -
ZACH: And THEN!
MARCUS: That's not enough?
ZACH: You'd think it'd be! But no. No no no. THEN, as I'm walking out of the classroom, I bump into Samantha.
MARCUS: Your ex.
MARCUS: So what happened?
ZACH: She asked me how I was. I answered "Peachy." Then she asked if I was dating anyone. I answered "In my dreams."
MARCUS: Then what?
ZACH: Then I said "Now If you'll excuse me, I have to scream into a pillow for two and a half hours."
MARCUS: What'd she say to that?
ZACH: "This is why I broke up with you."
MARCUS: Rough, man.
ZACH: I hate my life.
MARCUS: Stay strong.
ZACH: And it's only Tuesday.
MARCUS: Want a beer?
ZACH: Only one?
MARCUS: Want the whole case?
ZACH: Just the one case?
MARCUS: I think you need a hug.
ZACH: I might, but it's certainly not coming from you.
MARCUS: I'm wounded.
ZACH: You know nothing of pain.
MARCUS: Is that a threat?
ZACH: Could be. Let me decide. While I am, get me alcohol.
MARCUS: Should I hide the sharp objects while I'm at it?
ZACH: Couldn't hurt.
MARCUS: It could, that's why I'll hide them.
ZACH: Smart man.
MARCUS: I'm taking my life in my hands living with you.
ZACH: Beer. Gimmie. Swiftness is your friend right now.
MARCUS: And on your tombstone it shall read: "Here lies Zach Monoval. Was a happy man until his second year at University. Then he resorted to drinking and threatening his dorm mate."
ZACH: "And then he murdered his dorm mate because he was taking to long to bring him his beer."
Marcus tosses his book aside and gets up.
MARCUS: Point taken, point taken.
Marcus hurries into the kitchen.
MARCUS: (CALLING) Light beer or regular?
There's a silence as Marcus peeks around the kitchen door to find Zach giving him a look.
ZACH: You're kidding me, right?
MARCUS: Apologies. I'm just worried about your health.
ZACH: Worry about your own. Move it.
Marcus ducks back into the kitchen.
Created: Jan 04, 2011Reverie Document Media