The Diary of a Teenage Girl Page #5

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MINNIE:

Sh*t. Where’d it go?

Monroe gets up and starts rooting around on the ground near

her feet, looking for it. He bites her ankle. She screams too

loud. He laughs.

MONROE:

Shut up! You lightweight.

He bites her calf, grabbing onto her knee. Minnie takes his

hand, and bites it hard. He stands, letting her bite him.

MINNIE:

That doesn’t hurt?

MONROE:

You can’t hurt me. Go ahead.

MINNIE:

I’m gonna bite you so f***ing hard.

She bites it even harder, as hard as she can.

MONROE:

I don’t even feel it.

MINNIE:

You’re drunk.

MONROE:

I’m just really strong.

She bites his finger. He likes it. He thinks about touching

her face. She breathes in, wanting him to. He flicks her

nose. He sits back down.

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MINNIE:

You’re far away.

MONROE:

(quietly)

You just gave me a hard-on.

MINNIE:

I did?

She peers over the table to see.

MONROE:

Yeah, I’m hard.

Minnie might laugh but instead she moves closer.

Glancing around, Monroe takes Minnie’s hand and puts it down

his pants. Minnie feels it, interested like it’s a science

experiment.

MINNIE (V.O.)

It didn’t feel too hard to me. It

had soft skin. I don't know what I

expected exactly but I guess flesh

can never be really hard, like wood

or Formica.

Monroe moans quietly, Minnie smiles.

MINNIE:

I want you to f*** me.

MINNIE (V.O.)

I didn’t even know if I was serious

or not, but it was funny and I was

drunk.

Monroe removes her hand.

MONROE:

You’re sh*t-faced. I gotta get you

back to your goddmamn mother.

But he doesn’t move away, if anything he pulls her closer,

searching her eyes.

MONROE (CONT’D)

I can’t believe you want me to f***

you. Do you really want me to f***

you?

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MINNIE:

(playfully)

None of your f***ing business.

It’s like a game of chicken, neither will look away. Even in

this moment, there is nothing threatening about Monroe.

MONROE:

You really do want me to f*** you,

don’t you? You really f***ing want

me to f***ing f*** you.

Minnie stares up at Monroe’s face, smiling.

MINNIE (V.O.)

I didn’t know whether I wanted him

or anyone else to f*** me but I was

afraid to pass up the chance

because I may never get another.

15 I/E. MONROE’S CAR - PARKING LOT -LATER 15

Minnie and Monroe get into the car, unsure of what’s next.

They stare straight ahead. Then they go for it. He kisses

her, for a long time, sliding his hand between her legs.

Music crescendos.

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