My first attempt at MSCL fanfiction... please help me!
Posted: Aug 3rd 2004, 11:20 pm
I started writing this story this morning (it's not even near finished, by the way), and I'm actually kinda proud of it. It's a continuation to the series. I'll probably change some things, and probably make the descriptions a little more... descriptive. But, I'd greatly appriciate any criticism about it. If you don't think the characters are portrayed correctly, or if something seems off, or anything, please let me know! Thanks!
MY SO-CALLED LIFE FANFICTION
EPISODE 20: BECOMING
BY: WHITESPY12
INT. ANGELA'S ROOM
Angela is lying on her bed, wearing a dull orange t-shirt, denim jeans, and a flannel shirt.
Angela (VO): Sometimes, you think you know someone. Like, you think you know all there is to know about them. But then, all of the sudden, they do something, like, so incredibly unexpected, so out of the blue, that it’s like seeing them for the first time.
Patty (OS): Angela! Hurry up!
Angela continues lying there, thinking. She seems to have not heard her mother’s yelling.
Angela (VO): I remember the last time Brian wrote me a letter. It was in 7th grade. No, 6th grade. No wait, it was 7th grade. I found it in my locker. It read, “Dear Angela, I love you. I love you more than words can describe”, or something like that. It didn’t seem like something Brian would ever say to me. Later, I found out it was actually written by some jock who thought it would be funny, or something.
Angela stands up and walks to the window. She looks at Brian’s house.
Angela (VO): Ok, so maybe it wasn’t Brian. But it was still, like, the only time I actually considered that Brian might have feelings for me.
Patty (OS): Angela! How many times do I have to tell you!?
Angela turns away from the window and walks out of her room.
INT. CHASE HOUSE – FOYER
Angela walks down the stairs. She stops as she notices Brain, standing in front of the doorway.
Angela: Hey.
Brian: Hi.
There is a brief pause.
Angela: So, what are you doing here?
Brian: (somewhat angrily) What? I need, like, a reason to come here now?
Angela looks away and continues down the stairs.
Angela: No, I guess not. (brief pause) Look, Brian, about last night…
Patty immediately walks into the room.
Patty: Oh hey! Brian!
Brain: Hi.
Patty: Angela, go in the kitchen and get something to eat.
Angela: I’m not hungry.
Patty: Angela!
Angela turns and walks into the kitchen. Brian stares at her as she leaves.
Patty: So, what are you doing here?
The phone rings.
Angela (OS): I got it!
Angela picks up the phone and starts talking. It’s all off-screen, so her words are pretty much inaudible.
Brian: Well, actually, Mr. Chase asked if I could, umm, come over and watch your cat while you’re gone.
Patty: Oh, ok. So why are you here now? We’re not leaving for a few hours.
Brian: Oh, I know. I just thought, y’know, if you, or Angela, or whoever, could like, show me where the cat food is, or something.
Patty: Oh, sure. I’ll go get Angela.
Patty walks away. Brian just stands there.
INT. CHASE HOUSE – KITCHEN
As soon as Patty walks into the Kitchen, Angela hangs up the phone, with a smile on her face.
Patty: Who was that?
Angela: What? (realizing) Oh, it was Jordan.
Patty: Oh, Jordan! I finally met him last night.
Angela: Yeah, he told me.
Patty: So, what did he want?
Angela: Nothing. (turns to her mother) It’s just, he wants me to go to this thing tonight.
Patty: This thing?
Angela: Yeah, to see his new band play. (pause) So, can I go?
Patty gives her daughter a cold stare that seems to shout “no!”
Angela: (angrily) Why can’t I go!?
Patty: Angela, you’re not going to be home.
Angela: What? Why not?
Patty: I’ve told you a thousand times, Uncle Neil invited us to his beach house for the weekend.
Angela: Mom, it’s winter.
Patty: He really wants you girls to come.
Angela: Yeah right, like my being there would really make a difference.
Patty: Angela, don’t start.
Angela looks up at Patty.
Angela (VO): I could never stand that expression. I mean, it’s just so, like, vague. Don’t start? Start what? Don’t start realizing that you’re at the age where you can make your own decisions for a change?
Patty: We’re going down to see Uncle Neil, together, and that’s final.
Angela looks down at the floor.
Angela (depressed): Fine.
Angela begins to leave the kitchen, but Patty stops her.
Patty: Oh, and Angela? (pause) Could you go show Brian where the cat food is?
Angela (without looking): Sure.
INT. MR. KATIMSKI’S APARTMENT
Rickie, Mr. Katimski, and Joseph are sitting at the table, eating breakfast.
Mr. Katimski: Enrique, what’s the matter? You’ve barely touched your cereal.
Rickie: I’m fine, I guess I’m just not very hungry.
Joseph: Are you sure? You look a little… nervous.
Rickie: Yeah, I kind of am.
Mr. Katimski: Well, why? If you don’t… ah, mind me asking.
Rickie (faint smile): No, that’s ok. I’m just a little nervous about the play. I mean, it’s only a week away.
Mr. Katimski: Oh, gee whiz, Enrique. Don’t worry, everything will go just fine.
Rickie: Yeah, (smiles) I guess you’re right.
Rickie looks down at his cereal.
Mr. Katimski: So, Enrique… are you still planning on spending the night at, ah…?
Mr. Katimski loses himself in thought. Rickie looks up.
Rickie: Oh, at Brian Krakow’s.
Mr. Katimski (recalling): Ah yes, Brian Krakow’s.
Joseph: Would you like me to drive you over there later?
Rickie: Yeah, thanks. I’d like that.
Joseph and Mr. Katimski go back to eating. Rickie just pokes his cereal with his spoon.
INT. CHASE HOUSE – LAUNDRY ROOM
Angela (still depressed): …and this is where we keep the cat food.
Brian: Oh, ok. Thanks.
Angela begins to walk away.
Brain: Hey, Chase.
Angela turns and faces Brian.
Angela: Yeah?
Brian: Look, about last night..
Angela: I really don’t want to get into it right now, Krakow.
Brian: No, I know. I just, uh…
Angela gives Brian a cold stare.
Brian: …so where did you go with Jordan last night?
Angela: To the park.
Brian: Oh, so did you, like, make out with him on the jungle gym or something?
Angela: Brian!
Brian: What? I’m just asking.
Angela: Don’t start, Krakow.
Brain: Don’t start what? What am I starting?
Angela: Just forget it. You’re incapable of understanding.
Brian doesn’t say anything. He just stands there.
Angela (somewhat regretful): We sat on the swings and talked. That’s all.
Brian: The swings next to the sandbox?
Angela: Brian, there’s only one set of swings.
Brian: Yeah, I know. (pause) I mean, I just forgot.
Angela: How could you forget? We used to go there pretty much everyday.
Brian: I know, it’s just, like, been so long.
Long Silence.
Angela: Remember that time we jumped off the swings to see who could go the farthest?
Brian: Yeah, I think I still have the scars to prove it.
They share a brief smile.
Brian: Anyway, I should probably go. I have to, umm, clean my room before Rickie comes over.
Angela: Rickie’s going to your house?
Brian: Uh, yeah. He’s spending the night.
Angela: Oh, that’s great. Tell him I said hi, ok?
Brian: Sure.
Brian walks away. Angela stands there for a few moments, in a thinking state. She then walks away too.
TO BE CONTINUED...
MY SO-CALLED LIFE FANFICTION
EPISODE 20: BECOMING
BY: WHITESPY12
INT. ANGELA'S ROOM
Angela is lying on her bed, wearing a dull orange t-shirt, denim jeans, and a flannel shirt.
Angela (VO): Sometimes, you think you know someone. Like, you think you know all there is to know about them. But then, all of the sudden, they do something, like, so incredibly unexpected, so out of the blue, that it’s like seeing them for the first time.
Patty (OS): Angela! Hurry up!
Angela continues lying there, thinking. She seems to have not heard her mother’s yelling.
Angela (VO): I remember the last time Brian wrote me a letter. It was in 7th grade. No, 6th grade. No wait, it was 7th grade. I found it in my locker. It read, “Dear Angela, I love you. I love you more than words can describe”, or something like that. It didn’t seem like something Brian would ever say to me. Later, I found out it was actually written by some jock who thought it would be funny, or something.
Angela stands up and walks to the window. She looks at Brian’s house.
Angela (VO): Ok, so maybe it wasn’t Brian. But it was still, like, the only time I actually considered that Brian might have feelings for me.
Patty (OS): Angela! How many times do I have to tell you!?
Angela turns away from the window and walks out of her room.
INT. CHASE HOUSE – FOYER
Angela walks down the stairs. She stops as she notices Brain, standing in front of the doorway.
Angela: Hey.
Brian: Hi.
There is a brief pause.
Angela: So, what are you doing here?
Brian: (somewhat angrily) What? I need, like, a reason to come here now?
Angela looks away and continues down the stairs.
Angela: No, I guess not. (brief pause) Look, Brian, about last night…
Patty immediately walks into the room.
Patty: Oh hey! Brian!
Brain: Hi.
Patty: Angela, go in the kitchen and get something to eat.
Angela: I’m not hungry.
Patty: Angela!
Angela turns and walks into the kitchen. Brian stares at her as she leaves.
Patty: So, what are you doing here?
The phone rings.
Angela (OS): I got it!
Angela picks up the phone and starts talking. It’s all off-screen, so her words are pretty much inaudible.
Brian: Well, actually, Mr. Chase asked if I could, umm, come over and watch your cat while you’re gone.
Patty: Oh, ok. So why are you here now? We’re not leaving for a few hours.
Brian: Oh, I know. I just thought, y’know, if you, or Angela, or whoever, could like, show me where the cat food is, or something.
Patty: Oh, sure. I’ll go get Angela.
Patty walks away. Brian just stands there.
INT. CHASE HOUSE – KITCHEN
As soon as Patty walks into the Kitchen, Angela hangs up the phone, with a smile on her face.
Patty: Who was that?
Angela: What? (realizing) Oh, it was Jordan.
Patty: Oh, Jordan! I finally met him last night.
Angela: Yeah, he told me.
Patty: So, what did he want?
Angela: Nothing. (turns to her mother) It’s just, he wants me to go to this thing tonight.
Patty: This thing?
Angela: Yeah, to see his new band play. (pause) So, can I go?
Patty gives her daughter a cold stare that seems to shout “no!”
Angela: (angrily) Why can’t I go!?
Patty: Angela, you’re not going to be home.
Angela: What? Why not?
Patty: I’ve told you a thousand times, Uncle Neil invited us to his beach house for the weekend.
Angela: Mom, it’s winter.
Patty: He really wants you girls to come.
Angela: Yeah right, like my being there would really make a difference.
Patty: Angela, don’t start.
Angela looks up at Patty.
Angela (VO): I could never stand that expression. I mean, it’s just so, like, vague. Don’t start? Start what? Don’t start realizing that you’re at the age where you can make your own decisions for a change?
Patty: We’re going down to see Uncle Neil, together, and that’s final.
Angela looks down at the floor.
Angela (depressed): Fine.
Angela begins to leave the kitchen, but Patty stops her.
Patty: Oh, and Angela? (pause) Could you go show Brian where the cat food is?
Angela (without looking): Sure.
INT. MR. KATIMSKI’S APARTMENT
Rickie, Mr. Katimski, and Joseph are sitting at the table, eating breakfast.
Mr. Katimski: Enrique, what’s the matter? You’ve barely touched your cereal.
Rickie: I’m fine, I guess I’m just not very hungry.
Joseph: Are you sure? You look a little… nervous.
Rickie: Yeah, I kind of am.
Mr. Katimski: Well, why? If you don’t… ah, mind me asking.
Rickie (faint smile): No, that’s ok. I’m just a little nervous about the play. I mean, it’s only a week away.
Mr. Katimski: Oh, gee whiz, Enrique. Don’t worry, everything will go just fine.
Rickie: Yeah, (smiles) I guess you’re right.
Rickie looks down at his cereal.
Mr. Katimski: So, Enrique… are you still planning on spending the night at, ah…?
Mr. Katimski loses himself in thought. Rickie looks up.
Rickie: Oh, at Brian Krakow’s.
Mr. Katimski (recalling): Ah yes, Brian Krakow’s.
Joseph: Would you like me to drive you over there later?
Rickie: Yeah, thanks. I’d like that.
Joseph and Mr. Katimski go back to eating. Rickie just pokes his cereal with his spoon.
INT. CHASE HOUSE – LAUNDRY ROOM
Angela (still depressed): …and this is where we keep the cat food.
Brian: Oh, ok. Thanks.
Angela begins to walk away.
Brain: Hey, Chase.
Angela turns and faces Brian.
Angela: Yeah?
Brian: Look, about last night..
Angela: I really don’t want to get into it right now, Krakow.
Brian: No, I know. I just, uh…
Angela gives Brian a cold stare.
Brian: …so where did you go with Jordan last night?
Angela: To the park.
Brian: Oh, so did you, like, make out with him on the jungle gym or something?
Angela: Brian!
Brian: What? I’m just asking.
Angela: Don’t start, Krakow.
Brain: Don’t start what? What am I starting?
Angela: Just forget it. You’re incapable of understanding.
Brian doesn’t say anything. He just stands there.
Angela (somewhat regretful): We sat on the swings and talked. That’s all.
Brian: The swings next to the sandbox?
Angela: Brian, there’s only one set of swings.
Brian: Yeah, I know. (pause) I mean, I just forgot.
Angela: How could you forget? We used to go there pretty much everyday.
Brian: I know, it’s just, like, been so long.
Long Silence.
Angela: Remember that time we jumped off the swings to see who could go the farthest?
Brian: Yeah, I think I still have the scars to prove it.
They share a brief smile.
Brian: Anyway, I should probably go. I have to, umm, clean my room before Rickie comes over.
Angela: Rickie’s going to your house?
Brian: Uh, yeah. He’s spending the night.
Angela: Oh, that’s great. Tell him I said hi, ok?
Brian: Sure.
Brian walks away. Angela stands there for a few moments, in a thinking state. She then walks away too.
TO BE CONTINUED...