Lily Loveless credited as playing...
Naomi • Naomi Campbell
- Emily: [behind her closed door, after Naomi knocked] I'm not going to open the door. My face is all puffy. I cried a bit.
- Naomi: I don't care.
- [sits down on the front porch, Emily sits down, too]
- Naomi: I do want someone. I need someone.
- [beat]
- Naomi: You're it.
- Emily: [teary] And?
- Naomi: [crying] And... when I'm with you, I feel like a better person. And I feel happier, less alone... less lonely
- [Emily sticks her hand out of the catflap to hold Naomi's hand]
- Naomi: It's not as simple as that, is it? Being with someone?
- Emily: Isn't it?
- Naomi: No. I'm mean I don't know. At least, I don't think so.
- [beat]
- Naomi: Emily?
- [beat, then sobbing]
- Naomi: Can't we just sit like this for a bit?
- Emily: [beat] Yeah, we can... for a bit.
- Naomi: I think I'm going away for this summer.
- Emily: Oh.
- Naomi: Spain, Cyprus, perhaps. By myself. Spend some time by myself, you know, do some thinking by myself.
- [clears throat]
- Emily: About what?
- Naomi: Let's just be friends, okay?
- Emily: We say that, don't we?
- Naomi: [beat] Yeah, have a good summer.
- [starts to walk off]
- Emily: [beat] I'll miss you
- Naomi: [stops, a beat, then turns around and kisses Emily]
- [desperately]
- Naomi: I can't stand it. I can't
- [kiss]
- Naomi: .
- Emily: It's okay
- [kiss]
- Emily: It's okay
- [kiss]
- Naomi: Jesus!
- [kiss]
- Emily: [laying in bed together] I wish I had a mom like that. Katie and me, we were always together. Everything together. Eating, sleeping... Until we were nine we used to take a dump at the same time.
- Naomi: [laughing] Jesus!
- Emily: Yeah. No secrets. There was no point.
- Naomi: [beat, then serious] What about this one?
- Emily: [beat] Naomi... I wanna tell people.
- Naomi: That you're gay?
- Emily: I wanna tell people about us. Come to the college ball with me.
- Naomi: Why would I want to do that?
- Emily: Why not?
- Naomi: Em, it's nobody's business.
- Emily: Why? Who cares what other people think?
- Naomi: Emily, I'm not like you! I'm not sure, like you are.
- Emily: What aren't you sure of?
- Naomi: Can't thinks ever be complicated?
- Emily: Fine, you like boys, too.
- Naomi: Maybe. Maybe I like only boys, apart from you.
- Emily: Well, that's fucking great! You're so in touch with yourself, aren't you?
- [beat]
- Emily: Come to the ball with me, like we're together.
- Naomi: [beat, then Emily gets up] Don't do that.
- Emily: No, you don't do that!
- [gets dressed]
- Emily: I'm not your fucking experiment! Where are my fucking shoes?
- [looking around]
- Emily: Oh, fuck it! Keep them! I'm tired... So sick and tired of it.
- [looking intensely at Naomi, beat]
- Emily: We're still holding hands through a catflap, aren't we?
- [beat]
- Emily: Have fun in Cyprus.