Wanting

[Scene: A messy room, band posters all over the walls. A stick of incense burns on the bedside table, the light is dim, and empty beer bottles litter the floor. Two girls sit on opposite ends of a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room with their backs to each other, beers in hand. The shorter of the two sits at the foot of the bed, legs dangling, and fiddles with a bottle opener. Her hair is short and blue, and she has an eyebrow piercing; she wears a band t-shirt and green plaid shorts. Her name is Lola. The other girl sits up on her knees at the headboard, leaning her chest against it and holding the bottle in both hands. Her hair is long and blonde, in a ponytail, and she wears jeans and a bright blue sweatshirt that is two sizes too small. She rolls the sleeves up to her elbows to hide the fact that they’re too short. Her name is Diane. Her eyes are closed and she sings along softly to the music playing in the background: “Goodbye My Lover” by James Blunt. Lola whispers to herself.]

Lola: I would rather not love you. I know it makes you unhappy. You feel guilty every time I touch you. I know you wonder if you’re leading me on.

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.

Lola: I see it in your eyes when we’re alone together. You’re always worrying, wondering how I feel, if I’m okay, and it makes you uncomfortable. There’s something behind your eyes when you look at me, something that isn’t there when everyone else is around.

So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.

Lola: Diane, I love you.

You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.

Lola: But this, this whole situation, all of it, it’s killing me. I’m so close to you and I have to keep myself at arm’s length. For your sake.

I've kissed your lips and held your hand.

Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

Lola: If it feels like a betrayal, I’m sorry. I just don’t think I can be your friend- not just your friend. There’s so much more I want from you than your sympathy and your suspicions, your awkward glances and hesitation.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

Lola: But you can’t ever give it to me, though I know you would if you could. [speaking aloud] I’m gonna go for a walk. It might be a pretty long walk. You can crash here until you’re sober. If you want to go home before I’m back, go ahead, don’t wait for me.

[Diane turns, looks at Lola over her shoulder.]

Diane: All right. I’ll see you later.

[Lola slides off the foot of the bed.]

Lola: Yeah. Later.

[She leaves the room.]