INTERIOR BEDROOM - EVENING
A chic, gold-accented room is filled to the brim with girls in various states of undress and half-dolled up, all talking loudly over the beat of the music. They’re leisurely sipping alcohol—no pressure to have a good time; it’s easy in a room like this.
ROSE MARTINEZ, 22, sits cross-legged in the middle of a bed full of abandoned outfits and mountains of makeup. She holds a brush in between her lips and another in her hand, sweeping it across HEIDI’S (22) skin. Rose pulls her hand back, tilting her head to study her work, then offers a smile.
Heidi smiles big, lifting off the bed to peek in the mirror. She smiles at her reflection, making eye contact through the mirror.
Heidi wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, and Rose lets out a laugh. Suddenly KENDALL ALEXANDER, 22, the embodiment of pure sunshine, hops onto the bed close to Rose, aiming her pearly whites her way.
Do me, please.
Rose snorts a laugh and shakes her head, considering Kendall’s outfit before picking up a bottle of primer and starting in. Rose is softer with Kendall than she was with Heidi, her hands gentle and slow as they glide over Kendall’s cheeks, and ever so slightly along her jaw.
Kendall’s eyelids flutter closed of their own accord, a smile still poised on her lips. Rose’s eyes flicker around Kendall’s face a moment before she reaches for a brush, dipping it and dusting it in all the right places. Kendall peeks a lid open as Rose pauses to study her. Rose flushes slightly at the eye contact.
Keep them closed.
Kendall holds her gaze a moment before finally conceding.
Not too bold.
Rose rolls her eyes, still going in on the eyeshadow.
You always say that.
And you always ignore me.
Our versions of “bold” are quite different.
Okay, but you look hot and artsy in pink and purple makeup. I look like a sixth grader who shoplifted ugly eyeshadow from a drugstore.
Rose laughs, switching brushes and warming Kendall’s face with bronzer. She taps Kendall’s nose and cheekbones with her brush for the final touch.
Kendall opens her eyes, closer to Rose than before. Her smile shifts ever so slightly, turning contemplative as their gazes stay locked. A door slams in the distance, a voice yelling from afar.
Kendall snaps her gaze from Rose’s, confusion flooding her features a moment before she recovers, hopping up and away from Rose.
Rose cocks her head, smiling.
JARED, a boring-looking white boy, bounds into the room, his entrance as loud as possible.
What the fuck is up?
He strides over to Kendall, bringing his lips down onto hers. She allows it for an unresponsive moment before pulling back with a hand on his chest, brows furrowed.
What are you doing here?
Jared, oblivious to Kendall’s unhappy tone, grins.
UVA was on break earlier than
you guys, so I wanted to surprise
you. Are you happy to see me?
Kendall’s annoyance fills the room. The girls exchange looks. Rose looks down at her makeup, putting it away with more care than necessary.
Can barely contain myself.
There’s a long beat of silence as Jared’s face starts to fall, trying to understand her tone.
(to the girls)
Why don’t you head down to
the bars, we’ll catch up.
It’s not a question. The girls start to file out, Rose taking the rear. She hesitates, stepping towards Kendall.
Kendall smiles a sad smile.
Rose searches her gaze—for what? We don’t know, and Rose can’t find it either. So she walks out.
INT. BAR - LATER
All the girls from before are dancing, but Kendall isn’t there. Rose moves to the beat half-heartedly, eyes on her phone. No new messages. She slides her phone back into her pocket. MARIE (20) notices Rose on her phone.
Rose shakes her head, sipping her drink out of her straw.
I’m sure she and Jared having hot makeup sex.
Rose finishes her drink, ditching the straw and throwing it back.
INT. FOYER - NIGHT
Rose walks into the house, shoes in hand. She sets her keys down, listening a long moment. Silence. She walks up the stairs slowly, alcohol making her tired.
INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Rose starts down the upstairs hallway. She pauses in front of one of the doors, leaning her ear against it. Listening.
She closes her eyes, sighing, before finally peeling herself off the wall and continuing to the room at the end of the hallway.
INT. ROSE’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Rose walks into her room, flipping on the light. She sets down her shoes and bag and flops on the bed, closing her eyes. Suddenly, a PING comes from the window. Rose’s miserable expression transforms into a comfortable smile.
She gets off her bed, walks to her window, opens it, and steps out onto the roof.
EXT. ROOF - CONTINUOUS
Rose steps onto the roof, where Kendall is laying, face upturned towards the stars. She turns and smiles at Rose, patting the spot next to her. Rose lays down, settling for a moment close to Kendall. Their arms almost brush each other.
They look up at the stars together.
You didn’t come.
I ended things with Jared.
Rose turns her head toward Kendall, studying her profile.
Kendall breathes deeply, as though deciding something.
Rose sits up, looking down at Kendall.
You’re not going to tell me why?
Kendall studies Rose’s gaze, before returning hers to the moon.
It’s whatever. It’s over.
Did he... do something?
I’m sorry I just... I thought
you guys were good. At least
you always told me you were…
Rose is more confused than ever, her tone becoming irritated.
Why did you lie?
You know I would’ve been there for you—
Kendall sits up suddenly, fear and anxiety emanating from her. Her eyes are slightly glassy with tears.
You want to know why?
Kendall shakes her head, as though what she’s about to say is the most ridiculous thing she’s ever said.
Because not a single second
with him felt nearly as
good as just sitting next
to you. Because you’re
my best friend, but when
you touch me…
(running a hand through her hair)
I can’t breathe! I can’t think
anything except how
I never want to be anywhere
but next to you. How it
makes me sick to think of you
with anybody besides me.
And it makes me sick that
I think that about someone who’s
supposed to be just a friend.
Rose’s eyes are wide. It’s silent except for their breathing as Kendall looks shamefully down at her hands.
It shouldn’t make you sick.
Kendall refocuses on Rose.
That you think of me like…
it shouldn’t make you sick.
Kendall is lost in her own feelings, studying Rose, aching to be brought back.
Rose studies Kendall, with her makeup smeared eyes and the soft spattering of freckles on her dark skin evident even in the dark. Rose leans forward, lifting a hand to touch Kendall’s cheek.
Being near you... there’s
nothing sick about it. Only
Kendall sucks in a sharp breath, eyes dipping to Rose’s lips, which are millimeters from her own. Rose leans in, hand slipping into Kendall’s hair as she presses her lips to hers.
They share the kind of kiss that fairytales are made of.
Finally, they pull apart, breathing hard.
Kendall settles, laying back, and Rose rests her head on Kendall’s stomach. Kendall rakes her hands through Rose’s hair as they look back up at the stars together, both smiling softly.