Power of Three Little Words

Anthony and Brooklyn are both seniors in college and have been best friends since they were in grade school. It's a casual spring day as they talk at Brooklyn’s apartment at her kitchen table, eating lunch and working on homework.

Anthony: What’s question four?

Brooklyn: Really, another one?

Anthony: Yes, you’re smart.

Brooklyn: You’re smart too.

Anthony: Not like you

Brooklyn: Lies for answers?

Anthony: What!? No, never!

Brooklyn: Take my sheet.

Anthony: Finally, thank you!

Brooklyn: You always copy.

Anthony: You’re always right.

Brooklyn: Yea, yea, yea

Anthony: You seem cranky.

Brooklyn: Maybe I am.

Anthony: Did something happen?

Brooklyn, I mean, kinda.

Anthony: What is it?

Brooklyn: No big deal.

Anthony: Look at me.

Brooklyn: No big deal!

Anthony: Tell me, now.

Brooklyn: I found something.

Anthony: What was it?

Brooklyn: A letter mailed

Anthony: Mailed to who?

Brooklyn: To my mom.

Anthony: Who’s it from?

Brooklyn: From..my dad.

Anthony: Isn’t your dad…

Brooklyn: ...Dead? I thought.

Anthony: Wait, I’m confused.

Brooklyn: He sent one.

Anthony: Sent just recently?

Brooklyn: Dated last week.

Anthony: So that means…

Brooklyn: He’s been alive.

Anthony: This whole time?

Brooklyn: This whole time.

Anthony: I’m so sorry.

Brooklyn: Don’t be sorry.

Anthony: But, your mom?

Brooklyn: Lied to me.

Anthony: All these years.

Brooklyn: Yea pretty much.

Anthony. I mean, wow.

Brooklyn: For real, wow.

Anthony: So, what now?

Brooklyn: Life goes on?

Anthony: What? That’s crazy

Brooklyn: No, it’s not

Anthony: Let’s find him.

Brooklyn: No, we can’t.

Anthony: What, why not?

Brooklyn: Doesn’t want me.

Anthony: You don’t know.

Brooklyn: Don’t wanna know.

Anthony: You should try.

Brooklyn: I don’t know.

Anthony: I will help

Brooklyn: Really, you would?

Anthony: Always, of course.

Kickstarters Play

It is a bright, sunny morning. A puts his bike out front of B’s apartment building. He walks up the steps and knocks on the door

A: (Out of breath) Hey, sorry I’m so late, again. My car is still giving me trouble. I just haven’t found the time to fix it right now.

B: I mean, it’s all good but still? Your car’s been out for weeks, man. How did you even get all the way here?

A: Oh no, I just biked here it didn’t take too long. I’m starving though, we need to eat something. I smell something good cooking-

B hesitates, and stops A before they walk into the kitchen. B motions A to sit down.

B: -Wait, before we sit down and eat.. We really need to talk about something. 

A gives B a puzzled look as they slowly sit in the kitchen chairs. 

B: I know you have time to fix your car-

(A immediately stands back up)

A: Woah, woah where is this going? 

B: Just hold on! Listen to me, please... for just a second. Please? … sit back down?

A: (slowly sitting back down)

B: (pauses for a few seconds before continuing to speak): I know you have time to fix your car. You don’t have the money. And I know how much you hate when I try to lend you money but I want to help you. You shouldn’t have to be relying on a bike to get around everywhere. Especially with a daughter on the way.

(A drops his head down) 

A: I’m doing fine.

B: You’re not, I know you’re already behind on payments and you need to start thinking of your child too. You shouldn’t have to be worrying about car troubles too. Besides, you need a little better type of transportation when that baby comes too. Just accept my help. 

(They softly smile at each other.)