Challenge #27 - Sidewalk Poetry & The Whimsical Astronaut
ROXIE, crying, can’t look at DIANA.
ROXIE
I’m sorry. You must think I’m a mess. My brain is so weird. You can go ahead without me.
[DIANA gently guides ROXIE to the couch, gets her a blanket for cocooning purposes, and calms ROXIE]
DIANA
If you’re not up for it, that’s fine. Honestly, I didn’t want to go anyway.
ROXIE
Liar. I ruin everything.
DIANA
Don’t talk about my friend like that. Look at me.
[relucantly, ROXIE complies]
I love you and your weird brain and there’s very little you could do to change that. Not wanting to go out on New Years certainly isn’t going to.
[ROXIE collapses into DIANA]
ROXIE
I love you too.