The scene begins tonight with Dorito sitting in the driver seat inside a moving vehicle, while ex-girlfriend April sits in the passenger. The darkened view takes place from the middle of the backseat, as they speed down some empty highway in the dead of night. April has a cellphone to her ear, talking to someone, while Dorito remains quiet, allowing her to talk to the person on the other end.
April: So what'd she say? ...Uh-huh, I see. Well if I were there now I'd be smashing her head into some walls, cause that's just a load of shit saying that. I mean, I nearly laid TJ out for saying that about you when you were going out with him, and I will certainly lay her out for saying that now. ...Nah, just take the controller outta his hands, kick Danny's ass, and just beat on him until he goes into the kitchen and does the dishes. It's his chore to do, not yours. ...I know you're sick of it, and so am I! ...Yeah, it was actually pretty good. ...Had one match where the guys fought into our laps basically, and one guy shoved Dorito back, and he was gonna hit him, but I held him back. ...Haha, (looking over at Dorito), yeah, I bet I could kick his ass, hehe.
Dorito takes his eyes off the road for a moment, looking over at April for a moment, then back at the road as she looks away from the millisecond she peers into his eyes.
April: ..Oh, well that's good. ...But hey, I think I should prob get going cause I wanna save my minutes, so you just wanna talk later or something when I get back? ...Yeah, I'll just pick you up when I'm home. ...I dunno, around one? ...Okay, but hey, do you want me to just call your house before I go over? ...Cell or house? ...I said cell, or house? ...Okay, but I'll talk to ya later. ...Hm, byes.
She takes the phone away from her ear, and clicks a button, before flipping it shut. She reaches up, looking at the flap thing just overhead, and pulls it down a little and tucks the phone up between the flap and the ceiling of the car. She sets her hands down at her side, looking over at Dorito, then at the road straight out.
Dorito: Jasmine?
April: Yeah.
Dorito: So what's going on?
April: Oh, just people being fucking stupid again.
Dorito: Who?
April: I dunno, everyone.
Dorito: Like...
April: For one, Crystal called Jasmine a fucking cunt to her face again, and that's just something you don't say to one of us. And April been looking to get into a fight with someone for a long time.
Dorito: Why did she call her that?
April: I dunno, just Crystal being Crystal. TJ called her one when she was going out with him long ago, and I almost laid him out had she not stopped me, and if he wasn't going out with Jasmine at the time. I been waiting so long to lay him out. And with all the shit he's done to her in the last year about Dallas. And you know what's great about moving to New Orleans in november? He'll never be able to follow us.
Dorito: Yeah.
April: But Crystal beed really stupid lately. And Danny, oh god I wanna just kill him. He won't do any of the chores, and just sits there playing playstation all day. And Crystal doesn't do much either so Jasmine has to do all the chores and go to school and take care of lil' Dallas while Judy won't do a damn thing except yell at Jasmine. Which is why Jasmine has been spending so much time over at Georgie's lately. Cause George's mom is like a second mom to Jasmine, and she's offered her to move in, and she's thinking about doing it.
Dorito: She spends enough time over there, but heck, it might be a way to better things for her and give her some relief cause I'm George and family would help her out with Dallas.
April: Yeah, and you know he'd be taken care of. That baby is so cute.
Dorito: Yeah.
Dorito lowers his overhead flap down, revealing a concealed layered stack of cds. He steers the car with his knees as he pulls out a cd, and slips it into the cd player. He puts the flap back up as the music starts playing.
April: What's this?
Dorito: Immersed from Sinai Beach.
April: You listen to metal?
Dorito: I listen to about everything.
April: Oh.
Dorito: Except country and gospel. Because country is just horrifying, made by hicks about anything and everything, like the dog took a whiz on the floor, or some guy walked in on his wife with his own brother and he got revenge by sucking off a horse or some shit. Pure crap. It's worse than nails on a chalkboard playing like a broken record.
April: Admit it though, you listen to gospel.
Dorito: Screw that.
April: Uh-huh.
Dorito: Nope.
April: You're so lying.
Dorito: You want me to hurt you for saying that?
April: You couldn't hurt a fly, and you hit like a girl, hehe.
Dorito: Sure, I listen to gospel, the gospel of the Fallen Angel, Christopher Daniels. And I seen the angel, and lemme tell ya, you're no...
She smacks him in the arm, chuckling a little as she looks at him.
April: Don't you say it!
Dorito: What? I was just going to say you're no meanie, but a sweet, and innocent angel.
April: Uh-huh, I bet.
Dorito: I was.
April: Sure, whatever.
Dorito: I so was! You're the kindest, and cutest little angel ever.
April: That's better.
Dorito: Yeah, an angel with horns.
April: Hey! I earned those horns, and they hold the halo up!
Dorito: Hahaha. But so where is this halo you keep saying you have?
April: I simply mis-placed it. Ya know, it's somewhere.
Dorito: Sure. Cause you...
She slugs him in the arm again, laughing afterwards. Silence ensues as they just look out the window, headed down the highway. Minutes pass in the quiet while the cd plays in background. Five, ten, twenty minutes pass.
April: So these pictures you took tonight, would you be able to put them on my computer?
Dortio: Yeah. If you want, I could just burn them to cd and go over to your house and make sure they work.
April: That's okay, just gimme the cd the next time you see me. Also, how's the X-Men download coming along?
Dorito: I got everything, I'm just trying to get the software for my DVD burner to work so I can burn more than an hour's worth on one disc when it's supposed to go from two hours up to six hours on one disc, pending on quality of video.
April: Oh, well why don't you just do like you did for me last time and burn them all onto cd?
Dorito: Cause I want to have it so you can watch them on any dvd player as opposed to just your computer, plus have a lot more than just three or four episodes on a disc.
April: Oh, but if you want, I'll just give you the cdrs and you can just burn them.
Dorito: Okay, if that's what you want, I'll do that for you.
April: Thank you. So, how many do you think you'll need?
Dorito: Hmm, thirteen eps in season one, like twenty-six in season two or something, but I think it comes up to around fifty to sixty for all four seasons.
April: So about fifteen or twenty?
Dorito: I was just gonna say that. So, do you want me to just go over to Jasmine's and pick her up and drop the two off at your house?
April: No, I gotta call her first.
Dorito: Alright. That was some show tonight though.
April: Yeah.
Dorito: And got tickets to another show tomorrow to go to too.
April: Yep.
Dorito: And wrestling sure beats going to work.
April: That it does.
Dorito slows his speed as he's turning off the freeway, while April just peers out the window.
Dorito: Guess I'll be over around 1:30 to 2 pm to pick you up.
April: Okay.
Dorito: Believe me April, tomorrow will be a bunch of fun too.
April: Alrightys. You should probably slow down though, so you don't get another speeding ticket tonight, cause cops here are real pricks.
Dorito: Stupid ticket.
April: Haha, you just should've said you had no idea how fast you were going. Cause you hadn't been pulled over in seven years you said? And you told the fucking pig how fast you were going.
Dorito: If I just turned my radar detector volume up all the way, maybe I would've heard it.
April: Yeah, but yours is so quiet. I have mine up at full volume all the time.
Dorito: I turned it down cause you were on the phone, I didn't want it to disturb you.
April: Wouldn't have bothered me.
Dorito: Wish I had just remembered about it and turned the volume back up when you were on the phone earlier. Still can't believe I gotta pay this thing. I should just beat the heck out of Loanwolfe some more wednesday night. Pay is gonna be a bit more than Madness, if I walk out with the title.
April: If you walk out?
Dorito: Yeah, I've never faced him before. Never been in the same ring with him before, ever.
April: Oh.
Dorito: And what with losing to Insane Shane two weeks ago, I can't believe that. And the two of them were discussing who gets the shot at me wednesday, and Shane blew off a shot at the Ironman title like it was no big deal.
April: Oh.
Dorito: And with Fairley backing him, who knows. Loanwolfe is basically walking into this fed and straight up challenging, and getting a shot at the top title, against me, the best wrestler. And what do I have to show up with? The belt and losing a match to Shane a couple weeks ago. So maybe I should call out Shane for a tune up match, get my win back, before I go one on one with Loanwolfe.
April: Sure.
Dorito turns a street and goes down a couple houses, slowing down before turning into a driveway and coming to a stop.
Dorito: At home you are.
She looks around, reaches between the seats into the back to grab two plastic shopping bags, one from hot topic, another that is just white. She opens the door and swivels her butt, getting her feet out.
Dorito: Hey.
She pauses, turning her head to look back at him.
April: Yeah?
Dorito: Been a lot of fun being with you again tonight.
April: Okay.
Dorito: And ummm, there's something I been meaning to ask you, but...
April: Yes?
Dorito: Ummm, I uhh, oh nothing. I'll ask you later.
April: Oh, alright.
She gets out of the car and looks back, bending down to grab the overhead flap and pull it down to grab her phone.
April: Almost forgot that again.
Dorito: Yeah.
April: Guess I'll see you tomorrow. Nites.
Dorito: Yeah, niteys.
She steps back, slamming the car door shut, then walks away from the vehicle up toward her house. Dorito sits there for a few seconds before shifting into reverse and backing up out into the street. He kicks it down into drive and steps on the gas to start moving. After a few seconds he lets out a loud, angry scream.
Dorito: FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKK!!
He swings his arm out, smacking the passenger seat as he comes up to the stop sign to stop, then turns right.
Dorito: Why didn't I just tell her I miss her so much? Why the fuck didn't I just tell her how I feel about her and everything? About how much I love her? Damn it D.
He growls at himself as he speeds off, and the scene fizzles out.
