Nothing Better to Do

May, 2008 in Indiannapolis, Indiana.  An average middle-class neighborhood with nice houses and several apartment buildings scattered around.  Still, neighbors are aware of the effects of the recession on many others around them. On one of these countless blocks lives a small group of close friends, Andrew, 22, Scott, 23, and Deann, 22.  They met three years ago at the house of a mutual friend, Bill, who, ironically, has moved recently away from them to Oakland.  They have been living there for about a year.  They moved out of three comparable houses  to share experience with each other.

Scott, walking in the living room making Andrew's image as he approches him.

Andrew: What are you so excited about?  Stop running.  You'll knock something over.

Scott:  I'm not running! (excited)

Andrew:  If I didn't know you so well, I'd swear you were on drugs.  And as a nutrition advisor, you should never be caught with any mind-altering substances.

Scott:  Look who's talking, Mr. Wise Guy.  Full of advice, aren't you?

Andrew: (grabbing a defensive tone) There is nothing of the druggy about me.

Scott: I've always told you that I am high on life.  My natural adrenaline and positive way of thinking is more than enough to feel happiness with, to measure happiness by. 

Andrew:  Right.  That's always what I've thought. It's all a state of mind, which is why I enjoy working at Macy's so much, like the line from the Mamas and Papas song goes:
          "I'd be safe and warm
            If I was in LA
           California dreamin'
            On such a winter's day."
I'm not paying for weed or pills, in other words, just to lift my spirits.

Scott: You better not do drugs.  I might have to think about moving out.  Do you realize that?  I don't want somebody on artificial highs around me.  I need to feel safe, especially if I'm contributing to rent instead of staying home.

Andrew: Yes, I agree.  Well, we know each other.  It's not therefore possible for us to surprise one another.

Scott:  Good point.  Have you seen Deann?

Andrew: She is at her sister's house right now or her house, too.  Her sister is rehearsing in front of her for a part in the school play.  Deann is giving her her moral support.

Scott: That's very like Deann.  I just wanted to talk to her about that nagging she has been doing recently.  Something to do with we have nothing better to do, so we should spend more time with her.  Something like that.

Andrew: Sounds kind of insulting.  She's a second-grade teacher.  She knows we all have work and obligations to attend to.

Scott:  You know she gets on these kicks every once in a while, too.  She wants to try ideas out. 

Andrew: She better not get silly with those kids.  That's all I have to say.

Scott:  Do you want to go for a walk in the park now?

Andrew:  Sure.  I'm feeling relaxed.  The weather is so mild out there.  It's perfect for us nature buffs.

Scott: Deann--just to say this in our defense--is at her sister's.  We'd gladly invite her to the park with us.  We're a twosome in a way, if that's possible.  Not one of us is left out.

Andrew:  Right.  I don't know what that simpleton is talking about.

Scott (bursting into laughter) She's interpreting not crossing paths as neglect.

Andrew:  She's not my shadow.  She's my friend.

Scott:  And house mate.

Two hours later, Scott and Andrew return, and Deann is there in the kitchen.

Deann: Hi.  How are you? (greeting both as they enter the kitchen)

Scott: Great.  How is your sister doing?

Deann:  Very well.  She's going to knock them dead.  Here, let me touch you (to Andrew). 

Andrew:  Yes, I'm here.

Deann: Help me, help me, I might have to seek other friends.

Scott: What are you talking about? (stunned)

Andrew: (philosophical even) Go ahead, Deann, nobody is stopping you. Make all the friends you want to make.  You have good taste. They just can't live here.

Deann: Scott is always running off.  I haven't seen him in months.

Scott:  I'm busy.  I can't always include you in what I'm doing.  You sound like a basket case.  I'm not crucial to your field of vision.

Andrew (laughs):  Love has many boundaries.  We have to enjoy ourselves.  Take another perspective.  You had to go to your sister's house today.  Do you expect us to accompany you?

Deann:  That's different.  You knew where I was.

Scott:  You know where we are.

Deann: You don't understand what friendship is? 

Andrew:  Come on, come on.  Get off that high horse, missy.

Scott:  We wanted you to come with us to the park a little while ago, but you weren't here.  We missed you.  You were the one who was away, elsewhere.

Andrew: Besides, try other friends.  You're fresh, you're young.  We're always here.

Scott: Listen to Lady Gaga.  Enjoy her music.  Learn a new sense of freedom.

Deann:  Let's plan a concert, then.

Andrew:  Sure.  When's Lady  Gaga playing?

Scott:  In Indiannapolis next month.

Deann:  Great.  I like country music, but I'll go.

Scott:  Love ya, Deann.

THE END>


Comments:
 
SUKIE   SUKIE wrote
on 12/29/2009 6:50:19 AM
Yeah, any concert would be fun! Classic, jazz, gospel, pop, rock, rap, country, folk, ethnic, techno......I appreciate and enjoy music! I just sing off my burdens with beat and melody......

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