Post by MattyAC on Nov 7, 2009 14:04:17 GMT -5
I need to call him...
We appear outside an apartment room door, where voices are heard from. As we go inside, we find both members of Team Extreme arguing over something.
Zero: Trish, you don’t need to call him.[/color]
Trish: I do bro, you don’t understand...
Zero: I DO understand Trish, I know what you’re going through.
Trish: You know what I’M going through? How the hell can you even be able to imagine what I’m going through?
Zero: Remember back at primary school when you fell for that boy yea? This is the exact same situation, and I helped you get over back then.
Trish: Zero, this is COMPLETELY different. I was seven then, I’ve grown up brother. I know how to handle myself, and I need to phone him.
Trish heads off outside, with Zero quickly following suit. They both go down a flight of stairs and get to the entrance of the apartment. As Trish goes to open the door of her car, Zero quickly slams it shut.
Zero: You know you don’t have to go through with this? What if he breaks you’re heart once more, you gonna rely on me to pick you up again? Cause I won’t be there this time?[/color]
Trish: That’s not fair, I was there for you when you got you’re ass beaten up... twice...
Zero: That was something that was out of my hands sis... you have a choice unlike I did, and I can’t bare to see you heart broken again by the same guy.
Trish: Look, all I’m asking is you let me talk to him, just this once.... I need answers bro, and it would hurt more if I didn’t know them.
Zero looks down to the floor for a moment, then looks back up at Trish and takes his hand off of her car’s door. He then hands over her beret that he brought down with him.
Zero: You might need it, maybe it’ll get through to him... after all, it was the one he got you on holiday...[/color]
Trish takes the beret, and gets into the car. As she turns the ignition on, she lowers down the driver side window.
Trish: Thanks... I’ll let you know how it goes once I’ve finished.[/color]
Zero: Good luck sis....
Trish drives off, pulling away from her brother who waves her off.
(Tag/TBC)
We appear outside an apartment room door, where voices are heard from. As we go inside, we find both members of Team Extreme arguing over something.
Zero: Trish, you don’t need to call him.[/color]
Trish: I do bro, you don’t understand...
Zero: I DO understand Trish, I know what you’re going through.
Trish: You know what I’M going through? How the hell can you even be able to imagine what I’m going through?
Zero: Remember back at primary school when you fell for that boy yea? This is the exact same situation, and I helped you get over back then.
Trish: Zero, this is COMPLETELY different. I was seven then, I’ve grown up brother. I know how to handle myself, and I need to phone him.
Trish heads off outside, with Zero quickly following suit. They both go down a flight of stairs and get to the entrance of the apartment. As Trish goes to open the door of her car, Zero quickly slams it shut.
Zero: You know you don’t have to go through with this? What if he breaks you’re heart once more, you gonna rely on me to pick you up again? Cause I won’t be there this time?[/color]
Trish: That’s not fair, I was there for you when you got you’re ass beaten up... twice...
Zero: That was something that was out of my hands sis... you have a choice unlike I did, and I can’t bare to see you heart broken again by the same guy.
Trish: Look, all I’m asking is you let me talk to him, just this once.... I need answers bro, and it would hurt more if I didn’t know them.
Zero looks down to the floor for a moment, then looks back up at Trish and takes his hand off of her car’s door. He then hands over her beret that he brought down with him.
Zero: You might need it, maybe it’ll get through to him... after all, it was the one he got you on holiday...[/color]
Trish takes the beret, and gets into the car. As she turns the ignition on, she lowers down the driver side window.
Trish: Thanks... I’ll let you know how it goes once I’ve finished.[/color]
Zero: Good luck sis....
Trish drives off, pulling away from her brother who waves her off.
(Tag/TBC)