GoC Fuck You.

EVENING- Int.

GIRL
(handling green peppers in the grocery store)
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

BOY
(hands her a nice looking pepper)
This one looks inoffensive.

GIRL
(takes pepper)
Thanks

(BOY moves away, GIRL replaces good pepper with a squishy, rotten one)
(Checkout line. Cashier weighs the pepper and wipes her hand. GIRL pretends not to notice)

EVENING- Ext.

(GIRL cycling. Stops in front of a row of duplexes. Throws pepper as hard as she can at the middle door. It makes a small splat)

GIRL

Fuck YOU!

BOY

Huh.

GIRL

Fuck you! What're you, following me?

BOY

Why not? I was curious.

J and I often lamented our lack of cameras/eyes while I was visiting her in Atlanta. I would have liked to have captured a little moment yesterday. Some asshole was staring at me during the last exam, so I started writing this little scene for him. I think he ended up not really minding that I knew he was staring, and I guess I didn't mind either. Sure made the time pass.