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A short script I wrote a while ago. It's a bit rough, but keeps the same lighthearted tone throughout, and it's kinda cute.
Read on if such pleases you, although it's best read in its original form, due to script format.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
FADE IN
Ext. CAFÉ-DAY
INT: Café: The establishment seems to be rather roomy, and clientele are sitting in groups of two to four in the dimly lit interior. Dark wood makes up most of the furniture, with the booths cushioned by a maroon vinyl.
CLAUDE, a brown-furred wolf with an athletically lean build and wiry musculature wearing a navy-blue, loosely fitting leisure suit, cream-colored dress shirt, a black tie, and equally black wing-tipped shoes, sits at a round table.
Across from him is ANTOINE, a heavily muscular lion in a black vest, crisp white dress shirt, and formally umber pants and shoes.
ANTOINE
So then we heard my mother talking in the other room, after… you know. He thinks “Oh she must be talking about something about her day.” But then, for some reason, he stops to listen to her. I didn’t hear what she said, but he must’ve heard somethin’ dreadful, because his face just turns one of the brightest shades of red I’ve ever seen. Long story short that was the last time anything happened over at my place.
Claude nods attentively, keeping nonchalant.
CLAUDE
So I take it things got a little easier for him when you went off to college, then?
ANTOINE chuckles, shaking his head.
CLAUDE
Wow. That seems a bit rough.
ANTOINE
Too rough for him, apparently. After I graduated, he was gone.
CLAUDE
Rougher still. This stuff always happened to him, though.
ANTOINE
It was more of a thing that plagued us both. He just ended up being the one that got the brunt of the embarrassment.
CLAUDE
Then that other guy, I believe his name was Nicholas?
ANTOINE NODS
CLAUDE
Any good stories about him?
ANTOINE raises a single finger, taking a long drink from his cup, then swallows. He sets down the cup, his exhalation just barely audible.
ANTOINE
There was this one time… but it’s kind of a long story
Claude leans his chin on his hands, lacing his fingers together. He cocks an eyebrow, ears twitching with interest.
CLAUDE
I’m listening.
Cut to: NEIGHBORHOOD, a suburban district where multitudes of identical two-story households contain normal, middle class family
EXT: SEDAN, a dark blue middle-class four-door vehicle, with tinted windows obscuring the figure within.
INT: SEDAN, revealing that the driver is none other than Antoine, clad in a delivery-boy outfit.
EXT: SEDAN, pulling into a driveway
V/O ANTOINE
You know that whole role-playing thing that some people do?
Antoine steps out of the car, holding a box at about waist height
V/O CLAUDE
I’ve heard of it, can’t say I’ve tried it for myself.
EXT: HOUSE
ANTOINE’s fist KNOCKS on the door.
Cut to: CLAUDE and ANTOINE at the CAFÉ
Antoine makes a half-shrug, waving his right hand to the side
Antoine: If you ever do… make sure you get the address right.
Cut to EXT: Door, which is no w open, revealing a mortified family of otters
V/O CLAUDE
Oh. Oh dear. So who did you go to?
Cut to INT: Café where Claude and Antoine are now eating light sandwiches.
ANTOINE
(Through a mouthful of sandwich meat) No idea really, just some family. I didn’t exactly stick around to find out. In fact, I’m pretty sure my foot never left the gas pedal until I got home.
Cut to: Int: Sedan, where Antoine is sitting, his face rouge with shame and dripping with sweat
Cut to INT: Coffeehouse, with Claude and Antoine
Claude: Well, you tried… that has to count for something.
Antoine: Yeah, it did. For about the next week, and then we were over.
Shot of Claude’s eyebrows raising
Silhouettes of Claude and Antoine
CLAUDE
Sorry to hear about that.
ANTOINE
Heh, it’s no problem now. He’s moved far away, so I don’t even see him around anymore.
CLAUDE
Meet anyone new since then?
Antoine cocks his head, looking off to the side quite coyly
ANTOINE
(Nonchalant) Well, I might’ve, but nothing’s really set in stone yet.
Claude smirks and stands up, brushing off his lap.
CLAUDE
I really could listen to your stories for much longer, but I have to go. My students’ papers require grading, and state law dictates that I have to do that in private.
CLAUDE fumbles around in his jacket pocket a bit, then pulls out a few dollar bills
CLAUDE
Here’s my half of the bill
Antoine puts out a hand to stop him.
ANTOINE
You really shouldn’t. I’ve got this.
CLAUDE tilts his head towards ANTOINE
CLAUDE
You sure about that?
Antoine meets his gaze unflinchingly
ANTOINE
Absolutely positive.
Claude turns and takes a few steps away. He pauses, raises his hand, and looks over his shoulder
CLAUDE
See ya later then.
Antoine returns the gesture
ANTOINE
You too.
CLAUDE continues to walk away
ANTOINE
Take care!
Claude nods in acknowledgement
ANTOINE
(Internal)(Smiles)Sweetheart.
Cut to: INT: Claude’s apartment. It’s a small place, only has three rooms, but the rent is paid for by the Claude’s school district. There’s a large window on one wall overlooking the city. A desk is on the wall perpendicular to the window. Claude is here, marking various papers.
CLAUDE
(muttered) something is wrong with me, something is wrong with me, something is wrong with me
Claude is now standing, looking out the window
CLAUDE
Antoine and I have been friends for weeks now. I hadn’t felt an ounce of attraction him before today.
Claude is now pacing back and forth before the kitchen doorway
CLAUDE
No, that’s not true. I’ve been attracted to him, I just assumed that he was taken and ignored or suppressed my own feelings.
CLAUDE is now in the middle of the room, looking towards the kitchen
CLAUDE
But there’s the school district! Students and parents making assumptions can be easily mollified, but if anyone finds any concrete proof, I’m done for. This is exactly the situation I should be avoiding
CLAUDE is now facing the window, shrugging.
CLAUDE
Ah, screw it.
CLAUDE is now lying on his bed.
Claude:
I’m gonna ask him about this other guy tomorrow
FADE OUT
FADE IN
INT: Classroom, a large college-styled room with levels of desks, each one housing a student with their own computer.
CLAUDE is sitting at the desk, monitoring his watch.
EXT WATCH
CLAUDE
INTERNAL: 5…4…3…2…1.
(SILENCE)
CLAUDE
INTERNAL: Oh no, don’t you start pulling this crap on me. You know full well that was the right-
BELL RINGS
CLAUDE
There we go.
The students rush out of the room in a stampede, not even waiting for Claude to dismiss them. Claude begins to pack up his bag, a brown leather messenger bag, with various files and papers.
CUT TO: INT: Hallway. It’s an apartment building similar to CLAUDE’s own. CLAUDE is leaning on the wall across from room 502. He’s flipping a coin with one hand while he scrutinizes his pocketwatch.
The door opens, and ANTOINE enters.
ANTOINE:
Well, hello there.
CLAUDE nods.
A pause, silence.
ANTOINE:
Okay, I have three questions.
CLAUDE:
(Immediately) Shoot.
ANTOINE:
One, how long have you been sitting there? Two, how did you get my address? Three, WHY?
CLAUDE lifts up three fingers, ticking them off with each answer given.
CLAUDE:
One, just a few minutes. Two, asked around. Three, I know you work at the café today, so I decided to walk you there.
ANTOINE:
Ah, being the perfect gentleman, I see.
CLAUDE:
(Adopting a bad French accent) Right this way, mademoiselle
ANTOINE:
Leave. NOW.
CLAUDE:
(chuckles) Speaking of gentlemen
ANTOINE:
Hoo boy.
CUT TO: ANTOINE and CLAUDE standing at a red TRAFFIC LIGHT.
ANTOINE:
Well, he’s nice… pretty funny at time
ANTOINE leans on CLAUDE’S head
ANTOINE:
He’s a bit short… but he’s a good listener
CLAUDE reaches up, grabbing ANTOINE’S wrist and twisting it into a joint lock. ANTOINE’S mouth twists into an uncomfortable grimace.
CLAUDE lets ANTOINE’s wrist go. ANTOINE yanks it back impatiently.
SHOT OF: THE SKY
CLAUDE:
So let’s cut to the chase. This guy treat you right?
ANTOINE:
For the most part.
EXT. CAFÉ: CLAUDE and ANTOINE are looking towards each other in front of the Café’s doors.
CLAUDE:
Okay, weird question. Is it me?
ANTOINE opens the door to enter the Café
ANTOINE:
(Turning back his head) Might be.
ANTOINE enter the café
CLAUDE does a little victory dance, pumping his fist upward and downward.
Read on if such pleases you, although it's best read in its original form, due to script format.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
FADE IN
Ext. CAFÉ-DAY
INT: Café: The establishment seems to be rather roomy, and clientele are sitting in groups of two to four in the dimly lit interior. Dark wood makes up most of the furniture, with the booths cushioned by a maroon vinyl.
CLAUDE, a brown-furred wolf with an athletically lean build and wiry musculature wearing a navy-blue, loosely fitting leisure suit, cream-colored dress shirt, a black tie, and equally black wing-tipped shoes, sits at a round table.
Across from him is ANTOINE, a heavily muscular lion in a black vest, crisp white dress shirt, and formally umber pants and shoes.
ANTOINE
So then we heard my mother talking in the other room, after… you know. He thinks “Oh she must be talking about something about her day.” But then, for some reason, he stops to listen to her. I didn’t hear what she said, but he must’ve heard somethin’ dreadful, because his face just turns one of the brightest shades of red I’ve ever seen. Long story short that was the last time anything happened over at my place.
Claude nods attentively, keeping nonchalant.
CLAUDE
So I take it things got a little easier for him when you went off to college, then?
ANTOINE chuckles, shaking his head.
CLAUDE
Wow. That seems a bit rough.
ANTOINE
Too rough for him, apparently. After I graduated, he was gone.
CLAUDE
Rougher still. This stuff always happened to him, though.
ANTOINE
It was more of a thing that plagued us both. He just ended up being the one that got the brunt of the embarrassment.
CLAUDE
Then that other guy, I believe his name was Nicholas?
ANTOINE NODS
CLAUDE
Any good stories about him?
ANTOINE raises a single finger, taking a long drink from his cup, then swallows. He sets down the cup, his exhalation just barely audible.
ANTOINE
There was this one time… but it’s kind of a long story
Claude leans his chin on his hands, lacing his fingers together. He cocks an eyebrow, ears twitching with interest.
CLAUDE
I’m listening.
Cut to: NEIGHBORHOOD, a suburban district where multitudes of identical two-story households contain normal, middle class family
EXT: SEDAN, a dark blue middle-class four-door vehicle, with tinted windows obscuring the figure within.
INT: SEDAN, revealing that the driver is none other than Antoine, clad in a delivery-boy outfit.
EXT: SEDAN, pulling into a driveway
V/O ANTOINE
You know that whole role-playing thing that some people do?
Antoine steps out of the car, holding a box at about waist height
V/O CLAUDE
I’ve heard of it, can’t say I’ve tried it for myself.
EXT: HOUSE
ANTOINE’s fist KNOCKS on the door.
Cut to: CLAUDE and ANTOINE at the CAFÉ
Antoine makes a half-shrug, waving his right hand to the side
Antoine: If you ever do… make sure you get the address right.
Cut to EXT: Door, which is no w open, revealing a mortified family of otters
V/O CLAUDE
Oh. Oh dear. So who did you go to?
Cut to INT: Café where Claude and Antoine are now eating light sandwiches.
ANTOINE
(Through a mouthful of sandwich meat) No idea really, just some family. I didn’t exactly stick around to find out. In fact, I’m pretty sure my foot never left the gas pedal until I got home.
Cut to: Int: Sedan, where Antoine is sitting, his face rouge with shame and dripping with sweat
Cut to INT: Coffeehouse, with Claude and Antoine
Claude: Well, you tried… that has to count for something.
Antoine: Yeah, it did. For about the next week, and then we were over.
Shot of Claude’s eyebrows raising
Silhouettes of Claude and Antoine
CLAUDE
Sorry to hear about that.
ANTOINE
Heh, it’s no problem now. He’s moved far away, so I don’t even see him around anymore.
CLAUDE
Meet anyone new since then?
Antoine cocks his head, looking off to the side quite coyly
ANTOINE
(Nonchalant) Well, I might’ve, but nothing’s really set in stone yet.
Claude smirks and stands up, brushing off his lap.
CLAUDE
I really could listen to your stories for much longer, but I have to go. My students’ papers require grading, and state law dictates that I have to do that in private.
CLAUDE fumbles around in his jacket pocket a bit, then pulls out a few dollar bills
CLAUDE
Here’s my half of the bill
Antoine puts out a hand to stop him.
ANTOINE
You really shouldn’t. I’ve got this.
CLAUDE tilts his head towards ANTOINE
CLAUDE
You sure about that?
Antoine meets his gaze unflinchingly
ANTOINE
Absolutely positive.
Claude turns and takes a few steps away. He pauses, raises his hand, and looks over his shoulder
CLAUDE
See ya later then.
Antoine returns the gesture
ANTOINE
You too.
CLAUDE continues to walk away
ANTOINE
Take care!
Claude nods in acknowledgement
ANTOINE
(Internal)(Smiles)Sweetheart.
Cut to: INT: Claude’s apartment. It’s a small place, only has three rooms, but the rent is paid for by the Claude’s school district. There’s a large window on one wall overlooking the city. A desk is on the wall perpendicular to the window. Claude is here, marking various papers.
CLAUDE
(muttered) something is wrong with me, something is wrong with me, something is wrong with me
Claude is now standing, looking out the window
CLAUDE
Antoine and I have been friends for weeks now. I hadn’t felt an ounce of attraction him before today.
Claude is now pacing back and forth before the kitchen doorway
CLAUDE
No, that’s not true. I’ve been attracted to him, I just assumed that he was taken and ignored or suppressed my own feelings.
CLAUDE is now in the middle of the room, looking towards the kitchen
CLAUDE
But there’s the school district! Students and parents making assumptions can be easily mollified, but if anyone finds any concrete proof, I’m done for. This is exactly the situation I should be avoiding
CLAUDE is now facing the window, shrugging.
CLAUDE
Ah, screw it.
CLAUDE is now lying on his bed.
Claude:
I’m gonna ask him about this other guy tomorrow
FADE OUT
FADE IN
INT: Classroom, a large college-styled room with levels of desks, each one housing a student with their own computer.
CLAUDE is sitting at the desk, monitoring his watch.
EXT WATCH
CLAUDE
INTERNAL: 5…4…3…2…1.
(SILENCE)
CLAUDE
INTERNAL: Oh no, don’t you start pulling this crap on me. You know full well that was the right-
BELL RINGS
CLAUDE
There we go.
The students rush out of the room in a stampede, not even waiting for Claude to dismiss them. Claude begins to pack up his bag, a brown leather messenger bag, with various files and papers.
CUT TO: INT: Hallway. It’s an apartment building similar to CLAUDE’s own. CLAUDE is leaning on the wall across from room 502. He’s flipping a coin with one hand while he scrutinizes his pocketwatch.
The door opens, and ANTOINE enters.
ANTOINE:
Well, hello there.
CLAUDE nods.
A pause, silence.
ANTOINE:
Okay, I have three questions.
CLAUDE:
(Immediately) Shoot.
ANTOINE:
One, how long have you been sitting there? Two, how did you get my address? Three, WHY?
CLAUDE lifts up three fingers, ticking them off with each answer given.
CLAUDE:
One, just a few minutes. Two, asked around. Three, I know you work at the café today, so I decided to walk you there.
ANTOINE:
Ah, being the perfect gentleman, I see.
CLAUDE:
(Adopting a bad French accent) Right this way, mademoiselle
ANTOINE:
Leave. NOW.
CLAUDE:
(chuckles) Speaking of gentlemen
ANTOINE:
Hoo boy.
CUT TO: ANTOINE and CLAUDE standing at a red TRAFFIC LIGHT.
ANTOINE:
Well, he’s nice… pretty funny at time
ANTOINE leans on CLAUDE’S head
ANTOINE:
He’s a bit short… but he’s a good listener
CLAUDE reaches up, grabbing ANTOINE’S wrist and twisting it into a joint lock. ANTOINE’S mouth twists into an uncomfortable grimace.
CLAUDE lets ANTOINE’s wrist go. ANTOINE yanks it back impatiently.
SHOT OF: THE SKY
CLAUDE:
So let’s cut to the chase. This guy treat you right?
ANTOINE:
For the most part.
EXT. CAFÉ: CLAUDE and ANTOINE are looking towards each other in front of the Café’s doors.
CLAUDE:
Okay, weird question. Is it me?
ANTOINE opens the door to enter the Café
ANTOINE:
(Turning back his head) Might be.
ANTOINE enter the café
CLAUDE does a little victory dance, pumping his fist upward and downward.
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