SCENE: Bus to Lindsay, day. It is raining.
Angie is resting her head on Colin's shoulder, eyes closed.
After a while, Colin looks down at Angie, then pushes her head away. Angie opens her eyes.
Angie: "Fuck off."
Colin: "You were hurting my shoulder."
Angie sits up. Colin watches her, amused.
Angie: "Fuck your shoulder."
Colin: "How would I do that, exactly?"
Angie: "You'll figure it out."
Angie: "Remind me again why I decided spending several hours in a confined space with you would be a good idea?"
Colin: "You want me?"
Angie: "I'm going to be sick."
Colin: "Next stop's ours; you can flee then."
Mercifully, they don't have to wait long before the bus slows to a halt at their stop.
Colin: "Okay, here we go."
Angie: "Thank God."
Colin: "Thank him yourself."
They get off the bus, Angie with her small suitcase, Colin with an old backpack slung over his shoulder.
Colin: "This way."
Angie: "Do you have to turn everything into a fight?"
They begin walking.
Angie: "Yeah, you."
Colin: "Angie, I think you're projecting."
Angie: "I think not."
Colin: "I think you just want to give me a kiss."
Angie: "I'd rather die, but thanks."
Colin: "You love me."
Angie: "What I feel for you is the exact opposite of love."
Colin: "Oh, please. All the fights you pick, the constant bickering, the following me to Lindsay, the everything else you do - how is that not love?"
Angie: "You're disgusting."
Colin makes to pounce on her, but she manages to dodge and run away. Colin chases her down the street, shouting after her.
Colin: "But Angie, I love you!"
Angie: "Jesus fuck, knock it off!"
Colin: "Okay, okay. Turn left."
Once she makes it to the corner she stops and waits for Colin to catch up.
Angie: "How long 'til we're there?"
Colin: "Couple more blocks."
Angie: "So enough time for me to not be panting and freaking your sister out?"
They resume walking side by side.
Colin: "If you're panting from that amount of running, you're really unfit."
Angie: "I'm panting from the suitcase and being fucking terrified, you skeevy little fuck."
Colin: "You do want me!"
Angie rolls her eyes and smiles.
Angie: "Oh, for God's sake. 'You' and 'fuck' in the same sentence does not a secret lust make."
Colin: "Sure, because it's no secret."