Teenage Dirtbag

Thayer:
Mad. Mad thoughts. Crazy, twisted, sinewy Mad obsession. You sicken me. You're so beautiful, love. I grind you into a fine, soft Powder and inhale you... And then lick you off of my fingers. You love, answer me. Your face brings me death every day... And every day I can't wait to die. Bury me now, love. Bury me now.

Amber:
[Thayer peeks around the corner of the bathroom doorway and taps on the wall] What are you doing in here?

Thayer:
Did I scare you?

Amber:
Yes. [Thayer walks in toward her] Alright, I gotta go.

Thayer:
No.

Amber:
No, look, what are you doing? Somebody could come in here.

Thayer:
What am I doing? That's a really good question - I don't really know the answer to it... It feels like, a misrepresentation.

Amber:
A what?

Thayer:
I was at the beach today and I saw you. And it was the same girl from before, and it all came back to me.

Amber:
That's funny. Because I was on the beach today and I saw a guy in a dress talking about living forever. [Takes the white flower from behind his ear] You've lost your mind.

Thayer:
Yes I have.

Amber:
I have to go.

Thayer:
[Bangs his hands on the stall behind her, cornering her against the wall, and leans in] I want this to end right now, Amber! Right now.

Amber:
What do you want me to do?

Thayer:
I want you to write it down.

Amber:
What?

Thayer:
Write it down.

Amber:
Thayer, if you're talking about the notebook, that's gone. It's gone... That was a long time ago...

Thayer:
No, no it wasn't...

Amber:
Yes it was, it was a long time ago...

Thayer:
No it wasn't! It was only five seconds ago! Right? One! Two!... [Begins whispering as Amber repeatedly murmurs, "No..."] three, four, five. [He embraces her and Amber begins crying into his chest]

Amber:
[Begins trying to push him away] Look, I'm sorry, okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything I've done for you - Things are different now - I can't just...

Thayer:
That's not what I'm talking about! - You know that! - That's not what I'm talking about! [Amber begins crying] Look at me. Look at me! [Tilts her head up, but Amber keeps her eyes closed] Hey, just say it. Say it. Say it right now.

Amber:
[Finally looks at him] I don't know what you're talking about. [Thayer lets her go]

Amber:
In science, we worked for a week dissecting a fetal pig. The whole class was sickened, but Thayer seemed unemotional about it. Sometimes he even enjoyed doing things we weren't assigned, like skinning the eyelids off the little pig and digging out its eyeballs.

Thayer:
Is it your need for attention that makes you a dirty, little slut?