(This is a short I wrote a few years ago. Feel free to rewrite.)
EXT. BACKYARD -- NIGHT
A rich kid's 15th birthday bash. Mom went all out. A dance floor's been professionally installed on the grass and a balding DISC JOCKEY in white jeans plays LOUD DANCE MUSIC.
ROGER, the gangly, red headed birthday boy, is swarmed by friends giving cards and hugs and high fives.
Great party, Roger!
Thanks, babe, glad you could swing by.
Off the dance floor, across the neon swimming pool, sitting alone at a card table buffet is BOBBY, 14 but small for his age.
He stares sadly at his older-looking, sexier peers dancing up a storm.
Two of Roger's guy friends, one PUDGY and one TALL, stroll up to Bobby. Bobby perks up at the attention.
Hi guys. Neat party, huh?
Yeah, sure, um... We were wondering... How much do you weigh?
Cause I said forty five pounds, and he said "No way, that's what puppies weigh."
And be exact because I have money riding on this. I said you're a solid sixty--
I weight ninety pounds.
The friends lose interest and walk away.
Bobby sees Pudgy and Tall on the dance floor telling the story to Roger and his entourage. Roger looks at Bobby and swings his head back laughing.
Bobby is spitefully eating a chicken wing, staring at Roger when someone special catches his eye past him on the dance floor.
EPIC ROMANTIC MUSIC SWELLS as Bobby gets a love stricken look on his sauce covered face.
Bobby stands. Wipes his face with a birthday napkin. Brushes crumbs off his shirt. Takes a swig of orange soda, gargles it, and spits it into the bushes. He's ready.
THE DANCE FLOOR
Bobby walks the dance floor with determination.
He's heading towards a group of cute GIRLS. One of the girls, an adorable 14 year old named CASSANDRA, smiles awkwardly and eagerly.
Bobby smiles back. He then walks straight past Cassandra, and past the edge of the dance floor to--
MRS. WASSLER, 37 and very pretty, sipping a glass of wine alone. Roger's mother. Overseeing the festivities, a little bored.
Bobby just stands in front of her, smiling charmingly.
Enjoying the party? I--
The party's great.
Oh, aren't you sweet?
Bobby taps her wine glass.
Oh. This is just bargain bin... This year.
Sure most people go right for the older wines. But some say the younger ones have their charm too.
Bobby flashes a smile. Mrs. Wassler looks a little uncomfortable.
Do you... want to dance?
Oh, I don't know.
C'mon. Let's show these kids a thing or two.
Maybe it's sympathy, maybe it's charity. Whatever. She's won over.
Oh what the heck. Let's go.
Bobby leads her onto the crowded dance floor. It's a fast paced SONG and they dance like mad. Both having a great time.
What the hell are you doing??
Roger stands by, disgusted. Bobby and Mrs. Wassler don't stop dancing.
We're dancing, honey.
Hey, you're not bad yourself, mister.
Shut up! Both of you!
All the kids stop dancing. Confused, the DJ turns off the music. Roger realizes everyone is staring at him. Humiliated, he flees inside.
She starts to follow him but Bobby stops her--
I'll talk to him.
INT. WASSLER HOME -- NIGHT
Bobby jogs upstairs to Roger's shut door. He knocks.
Go away you freak!
If you're worried about my intentions... I assure you Diane has my utmost respect.
Don't call her Diane!
Okay, listen, I understand this is a tough time for you but your mother is a grown woman and she can make her own decisions.
The door swings open and Roger punches Bobby square in the face.
CUT TO BLACK.
INT. WASSLER KITCHEN -- DAY
A kitchen plucked out of Home and Garden magazine. Mrs. Wassler looks radiant as she prepares eggs benedict in a robe.
Roger trudges in and plops down at the kitchen table with his backpack on.
Did you clean your room, sweet heart?
I asked you to. Remember?
I'll do it later.
Mom, what do you--
Bobby saunters in wearing a robe that matches Mrs. Wasslers. He stands on his toes to kiss her on the cheek.
Roger glares at this, boiling with rage.
You're mother's right, Roger. It's not gonna clean itself.
You're not my father!
Roger storms out of the house.
I am so sorry...
Bobby gently moves a wisp of hair out of her face.
It's okay... I'll earn "dad".
EXT. SCHOOL QUAD -- DAY
Bobby walks through the open air dining area with a tray of chicken nuggets and a carton of milk. The picnic tables are full of kids acting like kids.
Bobby arrives at a table seating Roger and his buddies PHIL and CHUCK.
Hey Roger, any room for the ol' man?
No! Go away.
Phil and Chuck sit uncomfortably.
(to Phil and Chuck)
So you're Roger's friends. A friend of his is a friend of mine, you hear? And I better not catch you calling me Mr. Pagano. I'm Bobby, okay?
Uh, we know...
So Roger talks about me, huh? Uh oh... Should I be worried?
No, we had English.
Bobby just stares at him, not quite placing him.
Just now. Last period. We did a project together...
That's right... So anyway, you guys should come by the house later. He's got one of those Nintendos. And Diane and I can whip up some snacks. The woman is a magician with velvetta. Could be a fun time.
That'd be kinda cool.
All right, I'll see you later guys.
Bye Mr. -- I mean, Bobby.
Bobby waves as he walks away.
Finally. Sorry about that, guys.
You're dad's kind of cool.
Bobby hears this as he's sitting down at a different table, alone. He smiles.
INT. DIANE'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Diane and Bobby sit up in bed, side by side, reading novels.
How'd lunch go?
Sometimes I worry I won't be able get through to him. But I think I made a good impression on his friends.
Ah... the "cool dad", huh?
Bobby grins sheepishly. Diane kisses him on the forehead, teasing. Bobby switches off the bedside lamp and the room goes dark. They giggle and snuggle.
Suddenly a hallway door opens and floods the room with light.
Roger stands in the doorway, mortified.
Bobby Pagano?? What the hell are you doing?
INT. BACKYARD BIRTHDAY PARTY -- NIGHT
Bobby gazes at Mrs. Wassler from across the party -- lost in a day dream.
Hey, idiot! I'm talking to you.
Bobby snaps out of it, disoriented. Roger and his buddies (Pudgy, Tall, Chuck, and Phil) surround him.
I think he's on drugs.
I didn't know ten year olds could be on drugs.
Roger leans into Bobby's face.
Just so you know...
Bobby is intimidated.
My mom MADE me invite you.
(a huge smile)
She did? Seriously?
This was not the reaction Roger was expecting.
You are so weird.
Roger and his friends head back to the dance floor.
Bobby looks to Mrs. Wassler, sipping her wine alone. He makes eye contact with her. She smiles and waves.
Bobby leans back in his folding chair -- the king of the party.
FADE TO BLACK.
Created: Jan 23, 2010Document Media