85. Lines - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• EXT. BUS STOP - NIGHT


• TERRY sits next to ENRIQUE in the plastic enclosure next to the road.


• The bus stop is covered in ads and graffiti.


• Both are dressed in nice jeans and un-tucked, button-up shirts.


• Terry looks over at Enrique and shakes his head.


• TERRY
• Dude, the way she was dancing with you?


• ENRIQUE
• I know. Wow. There's like that line between fun and hot and bothered, and well, she kicked it way past the goal posts.


• TERRY
• Why are you sitting here?


• ENRIQUE
• What?


• TERRY
• Come on! You know she wanted you.


• ENRIQUE
• Oh


• TERRY
• And you didn't go there. Good night, man. It's not like you had to push too many more buttons.


• ENRIQUE
• Yeah, well, as fun as that was and would be...the next relationship I get into, I want to be about more than just that kind of chemistry.


• TERRY
• So it didn't have to be a relationship.


• Enrique shoots Terry a look.


• ENRIQUE
• That's not a line I really want to cross, not right now, not with someone I barely know. And that's hard to say when I remember those eyes.


• TERRY
• And the way those eyes were begging your eyes. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes. She couldn't take those eyes away.


• ENRIQUE
• Enough, enough. Line, there. Me...staying over here.


• TERRY
• Whatever, man.


• The bus pulls up, creaking and sighing, and finally screeching to a stop.


• They begin boarding and Terry turns his head slight to address Enrique.


• TERRY
• You really shouldn't be getting on this bus with me, really. Oh you hurt me.


• Enrique grins, gives Terry a shove, and they get on board.


• FADE TO BLACK.