The scene begins tonight inside that of a moving car, being driven by Dorito. Traveling down road after road in the suburbs somewhere in the dark, he glances at a picture stuck on the dashboard.
Dorito: (Talking to himself) I have a really bad vibe about this.
He continues to drive a little bit further, and slows down to pull into a driveway. The headlights shine over, showing a pretty girl from the picture in the car sitting on a patio deck in front of the small house. The engine shuts off, as well as the lights, and Dorito looks over at her, with she looking towards him. She continues sitting on a lounge chair, while he takes the keys out of the ignition, sighing.
Dorito: Please don't let this happen. Please.
He sighs once more as he opens the door to the car, and swivels his body, turning as he lifts his feet, exiting them from the car first and setting them on the ground before using the top of the seat and steering wheel as support to push himself to his feet in aid of getting out of the vehicle. He steps aside, lightly touching the door as he pushes it shut and walks away, going around the vehicle to walk across the grass while slipping the car keys into the pocket of his black hoodie with "XXX" in large white letters on the back. In a grim facial, he walks up to the patio and sits in the chair across from the girl.
Dorito: Hey.
Girl: Hey. Dorito: So what do you want to talk about, April?
She takes a deep breath, then exhales.
April: You sure you want to do this?
Dorito: Well if you say its really important, and I've got a really bad vibe about this, so I rather be here in person.
April: Well...I've heard a few things at work.
Dorito: As have I.
April: Like what?
Dorito: A few things. One being that you're pregnant.
April: Heh, if I was, I would've told you.
Dorito: I also heard something where it wasn't mine.
April: That's a fucking lie. You're the only person I've ever been with. Ever.
Dorito: And the same for me. My first real kiss from a girl that liked me. My first everything pretty much.
April: Who fucking said I was pregnant? And with who else's baby?
Dorito: I dunno, I can't remember, it was months ago. Probably Ashley or someone like that. Said there was reason why you've been going over to George's all the time.
April: Well it's a fucking lie. And Jasmine is the one who likes George. Sure he's cool shit and all, but they're into each other. And I'm not going to do something like that to my best friend.
Dorito: I didn't really know what to think. You've spent so much more time with Jasmine and George and your friends lately, I rarely see you anymore outside of work. Like when I ask over and over again about coming over to just do something together, and it takes you hours and hours to decide, never saying yes or no, and it just gets late enough where it's too late.
April: Well I've been going through a lot lately. And Jasmine's baby is due in a month, and when she shits that kid out, we're all gonna go out and kill TJ. Ain't no fucking way he's going to steal his kidnap after all the bullshit and pain he's put her through for the past eight months.
Dorito: I've still never read any of those emails.
April: And if you ever did, you'd want to kill him too.
Dorito: I'm not sure if I'd want to or not. My parole just cleared last month, so I don't have to deal with that anymore, plus I can drive legally again. And driving has become a bit of a luxury lately. I've just been so used to having Alicia and the rest of the girls chauffeur me around.
April: So what else have you heard?
Dorito: That you want to get married.
April: I've heard you were the one wanting to.
Dorito: Well, actually I have been thinking about it a lot lately. After it got mentioned to me that you wanted to a few months ago, I started thinking about it a lot. So much that I was looking at rings a couple weeks ago before our two year anniversary.
April: Well I'm too damn young to settle down, and personally I don't think I'll ever get married. Cause I'm a party girl.
Dorito: And I'm surrounded by raving party girls.
April: So what else have you heard?
He takes a deep breath of cold air.
Dorito: That you want to break up.
April: Bingo.
Dorito: Why?
April: I'm not really sure, but I have reasons that I do.
A few tears begin to stream from Dorito's watering eyes, down his face.
Dorito: Like?
April: I dunno. It's just..I've been having my doubts lately, and I think we're moving in different directions. So we're both holding each other back. Like you mentioned going to college.
Dorito: I mentioned it, but I don't really have any care for a career.
April: Oh. There's just so much shit going on that happened in the past year that if they didn't, then I'd already be out of here now.
Dorito: You mean like your dream of going to New Orleans and opening your own bar.
April: Yeah, and I know how much you hate me for drinking.
Dorito: I don't hate you. I just don't see the need for it. Why anyone needs it, or any type of drug. But I've told you before, I'm completely supportive of you and have thought of moving there with you when you did leave. Cause you would need someone to handle the business aspect and do the accounting, and I can do the numbers. That way you wouldn't have to worry so much about expenses and more about getting it off the ground and going.
An ackward silence takes place for about a minute or so, sitting in the dark, the only light coming from that of the light-smog from the city, and the street-posts.
Dorito: But so, you say you feel like you have some reasons you want to. So, do you have some reasons why you don't want to?
April: Yeah.
Dorito: Like what?
April: I dunno.
Dorito: Why do you want to do this?
April: I already told you. I think we're both holding each other back. I want to go to New Orleans and go to a bartending school there, and after six months I'll get a grant to open my own bar. And since we started going out, you've pretty much stopped wrestling.
Dorito: Not completely.
April: But pretty much. And I love wrestling. I've been watching since I was born. I would skip going to church with my family so I could stay home and watch Superstars every sunday morning. You've been sorta off and on, so perhaps us splitting up is for the best. And I'm sorry.
Dorito: I love you. But I sorta figured that when you moved, I would go with you. I've got a feeling the Florida scene is going to heat up, and I could always just start up my own fed there or something. And New Orleans is right there, so we could get a place together or something.
April: I'm sorry, I really am. You mean a lot to me, but I originally planned to have left a year ago, but everything got screwed up. But it's not you, it's me, and I'm sorry. I think you've changed though over the past year, so I would like you more or something.
Dorito: Are you talking about liking comics to share an interest with you? Or doing puzzles or dragons and stuff?
April: I dunno.
Dorito: But so you're not sure if you want to break-up or not?
April: I dunno.
Dorito: Maybe just slow things way down and see how things go?
April: Maybe. But I'm still leaving for New Orleans, and I'm not planning on coming back.
They sit quietly, the intense moments slowly passing by as the night creeps by in silence.
Dorito: So where do we go from here?
April: I dunno.
Dorito: I thought things were going fine. Last night was good, and you seemed to be in a great mood at work tonight as usual after we sleep together. So this I just didn't see coming.
April: I'm sorry. Aren't you cold though?
Dorito: I'm not feeling anything at all, just the shock has me, I..I..
April: Sorry. But I'm freezing and I think I'm gonna go back inside and go to my bed and crawl under the covers and maybe fall asleep in my comfy bed.
Dorito: Yes, the soft, comfy, warm bed.
She gets out of the chair, and walks around the table to him, tear stains pretty much frozen to his cold, lifeless face, as he looks up at her. She leans down, raising her left hand under his chin to lift his face up and softly kisses his lips for a simple second, but seems like a lifetime. They gaze into each others eyes for a moment or two, as she lets go of him, and slowly stands upright as she moves backward. She walks to the doorstep backwards, and raises her hand as Dorito gets out of the chair, tears coming down his face.
April: Goodnight.
Dorito: G'Night.
She lowers her hand slowly, turning as she uses it to grab the door handle and twists, pushing the door open, and steps inside the house, and disappears as the door shuts behind her. He stands there, gazing at the doorway, as he begins to turn, walking along the sidewalk back to his black '95 grand am in the driveway. He opens the door and plops inside, shutting the door as he just stares foreward, putting the key into the ignition switch and turning it on, not looking at anything he's doing, without a care even for the machinery. He flips on the headlights, and shifts into reverse, backing out of the driveway, angling out to head back in the direction inwhich he came, as "I Remember" by Stabbing Westward begins to play, and before long, he begins to cry, as the scene fades away.
