?

Log in

 

Fic!15 - fic!23

About Fic!15

Previous Entry Fic!15 Jul. 1st, 2006 @ 10:55 pm Next Entry
Title: Umbrellas
Prompt: Take That, Rewind It Back
Word Count: N/A, sort of






UMBRELLAS

BLACK SCREEN

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Much of life is spent waiting.
Waiting for something, known or
unknown, that will change our
lives. Many times, what we're
waiting for never comes, or if it
does, it isn't what we needed. And
so we waste more time, just
waiting. But sometimes, the lucky
times, when the universe exhales in
a moment of perfection, things we
weren't waiting for happen. Out of
the blue, something changes in our
lives, and we know that from that
day forward, we will never be the
same.

FADE IN:



EXT. PARK - DAY

The words "August 2004" fade in briefly at the bottom of the
screen.

A 16-year-old BOY is sitting on a bench in the park, reading
a book. He's got Chuck Taylors and a punk band t-shirt. This
is NARRATOR. He's the quiet-type, an observer - a wallflower,
if you will. He appreciates nature and love and poetry, but
he's got no one to share his thoughts with.

Enter DREW and JACKIE, both 16. They walk hand-in-hand
talking to each other. They're dressed similarly to Narrator.
DREW is the kind of guy who exudes confidence. He knows who
he is - not in a cocky way, though. He's very live for the
moment in a "The Tide" kind of way. JACKIE is fun-loving,
caring, and equally enthralled with life. She's not
necessarily as outgoing as Drew.

They see Narrator as they approach the bench.

DREW
Well, well. It seems like we've got
a visitor, Jackie.

JACKIE
Yeah, it seems that way.

They stop directly in front of the bench. Their shadows fall
on Narrator. He looks up.

DREW
Hey bro, what's going on? You are
most definitely sitting on our
bench. How long have we been
sitting there, Jacks, about three
years?

JACKIE
Yeah, about three.

Narrator closes his book and makes a move to stand.

NARRATOR
Uh, right, so I'll move --

DREW
No sweat! We love company.

Jackie and Drew sit down on either side of Narrator, who
looks puzzled.

JACKIE
What are you reading?

NARRATOR
Just some poetry.

Drew jumps up and strikes a very poetic, Bill& Ted-style
pose.

DREW
Between the idea --

JACKIE
And the reality --

DREW
Between the motion --

JACKIE
And the act --

NARRATOR
Falls the shadow.

Drew looks dazzled at Narrator's T.S. Eliot knowledge.

DREW
You're an ace, kid. I think I might
love ya.

NARRATOR
You'll never go wrong by not
telling a guy you love him.

Drew looks taken aback.

DREW
And you, with the poetry! Oh,
contraire, dear friend!

JACKIE
Oh boy.

DREW
You should never leave things you
want to say unsaid. What if, for
instance, you died right now? Just
dropped down dead from, uh, gimme a
disease, Jackie -

JACKIE
Syphilis.

DREW
Yeah, so you dropped dead from
syphilis right here. Wouldn't it be
nice if the last thing anyone ever
said to you was pleasant? A
declaration of love, even?

NARRATOR
But by that logic, you should
constantly say nothing but nice
things because at any moment I
could drop dead from syphilis.

Drew feigns disgust.

DREW
Whoa, whoa. You keep your STDs to
yourself, man.

NARRATOR
What? I - you - what?

Jackie just laughs. Drew smiles and extends a hand.

DREW
I'm Drew. This is Jackie. Nice to
meet you, bro.

FADE OUT.



EXT. PARKING GARAGE ROOF - DAY

The words "February 2005" fade in at the bottom of the
screen.

Jackie, Drew, and the Narrator are on top of the parking
garage -- in formal wear. Jackie and Drew are dancing to a
song that's evidently playing from the boom-box that's been
placed on the hood of Jackie's car.

We watch them dance for a little while. An upbeat song is
playing, and they're swing-dancing, sort of.

Narrator is wending his way around the roof. He looks happy,
calm.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
The months after I met Jackie and
Drew went by as an amazing blur.
They just made life so easy. It
didn't matter what they did. They
did it well, and they made it worth
doing.

DREW
Hey, bro! Why aren't you breaking
it down with us?

NARRATOR
Don't you remember my poor dancing
skills?

DREW
Unimportant.

Drew spins Jackie out so that she ends up with her hand in
Narrator's and he has to take the lead. He reluctantly does,
and a funny dance follows because he truly is a poor dancer.

JACKIE
Now, isn't this a thousand times
better than being at the
Valentine's Dance at school with
all those stuck-up kids who don't
know how to have fun like us?

NARRATOR
Depends. Would they have made me
wear a bow tie?

JACKIE
Hush, you.

FADE OUT.



EXT. JACKIE'S YARD - DAY

The words "April 2005" fade in at the bottom of the screen.

It's a bright, sunny day. Birds chirping, lots of great
ambient noise. Jackie walks to her mailbox and takes out the
day's mail.

And there it is. In her hand, a letter from USC.

Her face looks completely torn about what she wants it to
say.

JACKIE
It's your dream, Jacks.

CUT TO:



INT. JACKIE'S BEDROOM - DAY

Jackie is on the phone, frantically pacing around her room.
She looks near hysterics.

JACKIE
I can't do it. I can't go! I can't
leave you guys here.

CUT TO:



INT. NARRATOR'S BEDROOM

NARRATOR
Jackie, USC is your dream. You have
to go.

CUT TO:



INT. JACKIE'S BEDROOM

JACKIE
No! It wasn't supposed to happen
like this.
I was supposed to apply, get
rejected, then harbor bitterness
for years to come which I could
write about in my memoirs!

CUT TO:



INT. NARRATOR'S BEDROOM

NARRATOR
I don't know what to do.

CUT TO:



INT. DREW'S APARTMENT

Drew, too paces. He looks completely determined, yet
indescribably sad.

DREW
She's gotta go, bro. She deserves
it.

NARRATOR
I know. I know.

DREW
I just wish it didn't hurt like
hell. C'est la vie, huh?

CUT TO:



INT. NARRATOR'S BEDROOM

NARRATOR
Yeah. This is life.

Narrator falls down on his bed as we --

FADE OUT.



INT. NARRATOR'S BEDROOM - MORNING

The words "June 2005" fade in at the bottom of the screen.

Narrator is lying in bed, asleep. His phone rings and he
groggily picks it up.

NARRATOR
Hello?

JACKIE
We're going to the beach.

NARRATOR
The nearest beach is 2 hours away.

JACKIE
Be ready in 20 minutes, my dear!

Jackie hangs up. Narrator slowly sits up.

NARRATOR
Oh boy.

CUT TO:



EXT. BEACH - DAY

The words "June 2005" fade in briefly.

Setting is a small beach with very little aesthetic value. It
doesn't dazzle the eye, the water scene isn't even very
pretty. Jackie and Narrator are both barefoot and playing
Frisbee.

JACKIE
All I'm saying is that Wordsworth
had a better control of language.
"Tintern Abbey" is so much more
lyrical than "She Walks in Beauty."

NARRATOR
Jackie, you know I can't even argue
with you. Those pieces are
incomparable! It's like comparing
apples and oranges. You can't judge
Wordsworth's several-hundred-line
poem against Byron's 18-liner.

JACKIE
Hey, if Lord Byron is really as
adept as you claim...

NARRATOR
Come on. You can't tell me you
weren't in love with Childe Harold.

JACKIE
Not as much as I was with Holden
Caulfield!

NARRATOR
Women.

Jackie laughs.

JACKIE
I'm really gonna miss these
arguments with you, kid.

She throws the Frisbee one last time, and the Frisbee caries
the weight of her underlying message. She's leaving soon.
Narrator misses the catch. They both look at the grounded
Frisbee for a beat.

DREW (O.S.)
Ugh, sick!

We see Drew a few yards away, sitting on the ground with a
spread of food. He's digging into a bag of chips. Jackie and
Narrator walk toward him.

JACKIE
What's up, Drew?

DREW
I got sand in my chips and now they
taste like sea salt.

NARRATOR
I feel like eternity could taste
like sea salt.

Jackie nods as she links arms with Narrator.

FADE OUT.



EXT. DRIVEWAY - MORNING

"August 2005" fades in.

Our trio stands near the car looking sad. Jackie's trunk is
full of suitcases, boxes, etc. Drew slams it shut.

JACKIE
Well, there's no escaping the
inevitable, huh?

She moves over to Narrator and gives him a giant hug. A few
seconds later they break apart.

NARRATOR
I'm gonna miss your warped sense of
literary superiority, Jackie.

JACKIE
And I'll miss your warped
insistence that you're always
right. I love ya, kiddo.

NARRATOR
Right back atcha, Jacks.

Jackie smiles and moves over to Drew. He takes her hands in
his own, intertwining their fingers as he brings them up to
chest level.

JACKIE
Drew, tell me not to go. Tell me
everything can stay perfect like
this forever. I don't need to study
film, do I?

Drew leans forward and gives her a quick kiss before
enveloping her in a hug. His head is near her ear.

DREW
I can't tell you that, Jacks. You
gotta go do your thing. We all know
you have to go.

A tear or two down Jackie's face.

DREW (CONT'D)
And I'll be here when you get back.
Like Tristan and his falcon. I lub
you, my little falcon darling.

Jackie giggles as they pull apart.

JACKIE
You're silly. (a beat) I lub you,
too.

Jackie gets in the car (whose window is already rolled down).
She turns on the car and is ready to pull out of the driveway
when --

DREW
All my love, dear Jacqueline
Delaney!

Jackie stops to blow him a kiss through the window. He mimes
catching it and putting it in his pocket. She looks
skeptical.

DREW (CONT'D)
I'm saving it for when I need it
most.

Jackie nods sweetly and pulls out of the driveway and down
the street -- onto her new future.

NARRATOR
Well. I do believe this sucks.

DREW
For sure.

FADE OUT.



INT. DREW'S APARTMENT - DAY

"September 2005" fades in at the bottom of the screen.

Drew sits with a book, trying to read. He looks like he's
struggling to pay attention. He's got a pretty sad expression
on his face.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
When Jackie left, Drew sort of fell
apart. I guess I'd have too, except
I was focusing all my energy on
making sure he made it through each
day. The day Jackie left, she took
two of my best friends away; she
took herself, and the love that
manifested itself when Jackie and
Drew were together. I never missed
anything so much.

Narrator walks in with a box of pizza.

NARRATOR
Alright, Big Drew. The pizza has
arrived.

He puts the pizza on the counter as Drew stands and walks to
him. Drew slaps Narrator on the back appreciatively.

DREW
Good game, kid. Rigatoni Tony
working tonight?

NARRATOR
Yep. I just walked in and he said,
"Oh, one of you! It'll be a 20
minutes!"

DREW
Gotta love being a regular.

Drew opens the pizza box and freezes.

DREW (CONT'D)
He made the Jackie Special.

NARRATOR
Pepperoni and hot sauce.

DREW
I can't eat it, bro. We can't eat
the Jackie Special without Jackie.
It's blasphemous.

Narrator looks torn; sensibility takes over.

NARRATOR
Drew...I miss Jackie, too. But
don't you think if cut everything
we ever did with her out of our
lives, it's like we never had her
at all?

DREW
Hell, I don't know what we should
or shouldn't be doing. I just know
that every time I think of how
amazing everything was with all of
us last year -- it's like
Tennyson's "Tears, Idle Tears." I
just feel like nothing will ever be
as good without her. Like the best
days have passed...

NARRATOR
Okay. I'll go talk to Rigatoni
Tony.

DREW
Thanks, man.

Narrator picks up the pizza box and walks out. Drew goes to
the kitchen and gets out a bottle of whiskey.
He pours himself a glass and downs it as he walks back into
the other room. His gaze falls on a picture of him and Jackie
together --

MATCH CUT TO:



INT. JACKIE'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT

The same picture of Drew and Jackie in Jackie's dorm room.
She's sitting on her bed with a notebook, writing a letter to
Drew.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
From Jackie's letters, I could tell
it was the same for her. She loved
her school, and studying film had
always been her dream -- but she
didn't love anything in the world
nearly as much as she loved Drew.



CLOSE ON THE LETTER

As she writes, "When I come back, we'll do something crazy."
She finishes with a "With love and squalor, Jackie," and
folds the letter up. She goes over to her desk and takes out
an envelope which she addresses to Drew Sawyer.

FADE OUT.



EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY

The words "February 2006" fade in at the bottom of the
screen.

Drew sits in an empty parking lot with a boombox and a stack
of CDs. He shuffles though the CDs, but apparently doesn't
find what he wants.

He pulls out his cell phone and calls Narrator.

DREW
Hey man.

CUT TO:



INT. NARRATOR'S ROOM

NARRATOR
Drew, where you been? I stopped by
last night and --

CUT TO:



EXT. PARKING LOT

Drew lies on his back and stares up at the sky.

DREW
I slept under the stars.

NARRATOR
You what?

DREW
Yeah. Took my boombox and CDs and
found an empty parking lot. But
that's irrelevant. I'm making
Jackie a mix tape.

NARRATOR
That's bully.

DREW
Don't try to be Teddy Roosevelt.
Anyway, is my Jack's Mannequin CD
over at your place?

CUT TO:



INT. NARRATOR'S ROOM

Narrator rummages though some stuff and produces the CD.

NARRATOR
Yep, I got it right here.

DREW
Alright, you'll be graced with my
presence in about an hour.

Drew hangs up. Narrator opens the CD case and flips through
the booklet.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Drew spent days perfecting the mix,
then off to jolly old southern
California it went.

CUT TO:



INT. JACKIE'S DORM ROOM - DAY

Jackie opens up a package. It's the mix tape. Big shock, eh?

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Jackie loved it, but it probably
made her miss home even more.

FADE OUT.



EXT. PARK - DAY

The words "March 2006" fade in.

Narrator is lying on the grass with a textbook. We hate,
academics, yeah? Yeah, so does he. Calculus -- enough said.
He looks like he'd much rather be somewhere else. After a bit
of furious scratching away, he just throws his pencil out
into the grass and plops his head on the ground.

His cell phone rings. He gladly answers.

NARRATOR
Hey...How are ya?...You're
what?...Wait, really?...Yes! Yes,
I'm on my way!

Narrator snaps his phone shut and throws the textbook in his
backpack. He's practically skipping as he heads for the
parking lot.

CUT TO:



INT. DREW'S APARTMENT - DAY

Drew is sitting in a chair in his apartment watching TV. He
doesn't look into it at all. Poor sad mopey Drew.

TV (O.S.)
Well, it looks like we may be
seeing some light rain tonight,
possible chance of thunderstorms
this weekend --

Drew presses a button on the remote to change the channel.

TV (O.S.)
(a clip from Gilmore
Girls)

RORY
Sinclair Lewis!

LORELAI
Sinclair Sappy Lewis.

RORY
Fine, next.

LORELAI
"And all went merry as a marriage
bell. But hush! Hark! A deep sound
strikes like a rising knell!" What
is it with poetry?

RORY
Lord Byron!

LORELAI
Byron and Lewis together again.

We hear a door open from offscreen. Drew turns off the TV,
but stays in the same position in his chair.

NARRATOR (O.S.)
(in a bad Cuban accent)
Honey, I'm home! And I brought you
a surprise!

DREW
When the hell did you become Ricky
Ricardo?

A laugh. A girl's laugh. Could it be?

Drew jumps up and whirls around to see Narrator standing
proudly with none other than Jackie herself. Drew gets wide
eyed; he doesn't believe it. The couple locks shining eyes
for a moment --

Then they fluidly move to each other and embrace. It looks
strangling. That's how love is, no?

JACKIE
Drew, lungs collapsing.

Drew lets go and grins.

DREW
Sorry.

He surprises Narrator with a giant bear hug. Narrator looks
shocked when Drew lets go.

NARRATOR
What was that for?

Drew puts his arm around Jackie's shoulder.

DREW
For bringing my girl back. Bringing
our girl back.

NARRATOR
Hey, I just picked her up from the
airport. I'm still not quite sure
what she's doing here.

JACKIE
Spring break, boys! Are you not
familiar with the concept?

DREW
Yeah, we are, we just didn't think
you knew anything about it, my
darling overachiever.

A patented Jackie "Don't be stupid!" look. Drew brings her in
closer and kisses the top of her head.

DREW (CONT'D)
Alright, we have to celebrate. You
guys sit. I'll be right back.

He leaves the room. Jackie and Narrator sit on the couch.

NARRATOR
What've you been reading lately,
Jacks?

JACKIE
I'm into the Victorians now. Jane
Eyre's my gal.

Narrator shakes his head.

NARRATOR
And you love Mr. Rochester.

JACKIE
Yes!

NARRATOR
Glad you haven't changed, kid.

Drew returns with assorted cans of phosphate and a bag of
Chex Mix. He shrugs apologetically as he gives out the cans.

DREW
All I had. This punk hid all my
liquor.

NARRATOR
Yeah, and if I hadn't, you'd have
died of alcohol poisoning by
October, Sydney Carton.

JACKIE
What the Dickens!

She giggles to herself. Drew and Narrator look at her with
their own "Don't be stupid!" looks.

DREW
OK, if you're gonna throw out any
more literary puns, California can
have you.

Jackie lunges at Drew and tackles him. They end up on the
floor laughing.

NARRATOR
Guys, you know where we have to go
later?

CUT TO:



EXT. PARKING GARAGE ROOF - NEAR SUNSET

Our trio is lying on top of the parking garage in a circle,
their heads the center. It's near sunset. There's a calm
sense of urgency in the air. (It doesn't make sense to them,
either.)

"CHASING CARS" by SNOW PATROL is playing.

JACKIE
Don't you hate how this can't last
forever?

NARRATOR
What can't?

JACKIE
This moment. The stillness of it
all. The way the clouds look right
now, the exact color of the sky. In
a few minutes, it'll all be gone.

NARRATOR
But that's what makes it beautiful,
right? The fact that we know it
can't last forever because the sun
has to set eventually. So we enjoy
it while it's there. As long as no
rain clouds come our way...

DREW
Then we'll always remember it as
that pure beauty which was never
obscured.

JACKIE
So maybe the most inspiring thing
about it is that it's no different
than us. It can't escape the
inevitable.

NARRATOR
I'd say so.

A silence falls. The MUSIC GROWS LOUDER as we:

CUT TO:



MONTAGE: SCENES FROM THEIR LIFE TOGETHER



EXT. PARK - DAY

The day the Narrator met Jackie and Drew. We see the
handshake we cut. Jackie grabs Narrator's hand when Drew lets
go. She pulls him up to his feet and tries to swing dance
with him. He's not such an ace. Drew laughs.

CUT TO:



EXT. POOL - DAY

Drew cannonballs, splashing a side-lined Jackie. He grins as
she freaks out.

CUT TO:



EXT. DRIVEWAY - DAY

Drew and Narrator sit on the driveway with a boom-box.
Jackie, the center of attention, footlooses her heart out.

CUT TO:



EXT. PARKING GARAGE ROOF - PRESENT

NARRATOR - his eyes are closed, his hands behind his head. A
peaceful look.

CUT TO:



EXT. POND - DAY

Jackie and Narrator are walking along the pond's path,
looking at ducks. Drew pops out and gives Jackie a handful of
wildflowers and a kiss.

CUT TO:



EXT. DAY - TENNIS COURTS

Drew v. Narrator in a game of tennis. Jackie sits at the edge
of the court reading poetry.

CUT TO:



EXT. BEACH - DAY

It's that day. The great beach day. Jackie lies with her head
on Drew's shoulder. The Narrator, sitting with his knees to
his chest watching the water, is a few feet away.

The MUSIC FADES A BIT as we:

CUT TO:



EXT. PARKING GARAGE ROOF - PRESENT

DREW
Jackie, you know we got to jump.

Jackie sits up, nodding. All three stand. Jackie and Drew
grab their umbrellas.

NARRATOR'S P.O.V

On Jackie and Drew as they walk toward the edge of the
building.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Jackie knew it, and I knew it too,
and I knew why they needed to and I
couldn't.

(The V.O. continues through the action.)

Narrator walks to Jackie. She gives him a kiss on the cheek.
Drew gives him a big ole' hug.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Their lives could never be better.
Their love was at its best. I
hadn't had a love like that yet,
and until I did, a jump would just
be selling my life short.

The MUSIC CRESCENDOS.

Jackie and Drew clasp hands and open their umbrellas. Jackie
mouths "I love you" as they step up to the edge and look
down.

SHOT FROM THE GROUND

Looking up at the two figures on the edge of the building,
poised and ready.

SHOT OF NARRATOR

His face explaining everything about the bittersweet moment
of losing his friends but seeing that their love will never
die.

SHOT OF WHERE THE COUPLE STOOD

We see an umbrella disappearing.

NARRATOR
(quietly, to himself)
Not with a bang but a whimper.

FADE TO BLACK.



A BRIEF PAUSE

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Jackie and Drew immortalized
themselves the day they jumped.
They removed the chance of ever
feeling the pain of being apart.
They were geniuses, and their love
lives on, its impassioned song
playing loud, forever.

CREDITS ROLL.
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: Sam talking
Leave a comment
Top of Page Powered by LiveJournal.com