gates and up the highway, really hot day but it feels good being out of school. Nobody staring.
SAM: And weâve gotten away from Aisha.
KELLY: Still feel shit about that.
SAM: Bullshit.
KELLY: I do. What we did. How we froze her out.
SAM: She deserves it. Sheâs a real pain in the arse Kelly.
SAM/KELLY: Just the two of us.
SAM: Like it should be.
KELLY: Out of school.
SAM: Walking up the highway.
KELLY: No balls flying past /
SAM: No boys shouting shit at us /
KELLY: Just cars and trucks speeding past.
SAM: A hot shirtless guy in a red car passes beeps his horn and / we wave at him.
KELLY: We wave at him.
SAM: Some hot guy in a red car.
KELLY: How it feels when he does that, and it doesnât matter if he beeped at you or at me, how I feel is like we are on some adventure while everybody else is stuck in the real world in that fucking hot horrible playground, there we are⦠like in some video clip.
Sam and Kelly sing the first three verses of âYour Love Is My Drugâ by Ke$ha.
SAM: We could be running away you know. Escaping forever.
KELLY: You changing out of your school clothes? Weâre going back arenât we? After lunch.
SAM: Maybe.
KELLY: Traffic passes on the road.
SAM: One truck after the other.
KELLY: None slow down.
SAM: None turn in.
KELLY: None notice us, walking like ants in the sun.
They both raise their arms up and scream.
SAM: We are alive. We not sitting in some fucking classroom reading about the world.
KELLY: No /
SAM: We are living /
KELLY: Bell for class rings in the distance. / We keep walking.
SAM: We keep walking.
Sign up ahead.
KELLY: âRest Areaâ.
SAM: You look at me and grin the same grin you had on your face when we tried speed I remember what you said that night when the speed came on you said / Itâs like Iâm at the top of a roller coaster.
KELLY: Itâs like Iâm at the top of a roller coaster.
Where we going Sam?
SAM: Just up here. Peace and quiet. / Then we are at the truck stop.
KELLY: Then we are at the truck stop.
SAM: Just the sound of the highway. / Nobody here.
KELLY: Nobody here. Just us in the dust. Flies on your back.
SAM: Brush âem off then.
Magpie on a picnic table.
Go on scare it off hate magpies fuck off.
KELLY: Scare it off, sit reading the shit people scribble on tables. Jonny for Nerrida.
SAM: Johnny roots Kylie.
KELLY: John eats out Cathyâs cunt.
SAM: Iâm sixteen with a big fat cock wanna suck?
KELLY: Whereâs the action? Been looking all day? Want some action call me.
SAM: Want a smoke?
They smoke.
Give us your phone. Letâs ring the guy with the big fat cock.
KELLY: What for?
SAM: What do you reckon?
They laugh.
What would you do if your dad drove in and stopped?
Pause.
Eryn Jean Norvill as Sam in the 2012 Q Theatre production at the Seymour Centre. (Photo © Amanda James)
KELLY: We talk about sex.
You tell me about how out of control things got with Trent. The look on his face when you finally dumped him. How you wish you hadnât lost your virginity to him âcause he came so quick.
SAM: And when I ask you about virginity you tell me that you lost your ages ago and I laugh at you and say bullshit!
Pause.
Do you want to talk about it?
KELLY: No truck driver pulls up that day.
AISHA: Go to Westfield after school, food court smell of meat. I sit alone near Donut King wait for something, anything to happen. Nothing does.
Go home. Sit online alone.
Iâm on Facebook checking to see if Kelly dumped me yet and thereâs a friend request. From Noah. From Noah Futemana. Message says Iâm really sorry Aisha. Hope I can make it up to you.
KELLY/SAM: Next day at lunch, we go back.
SAM: Did you see Aisha this morning?
KELLY: Yeah.
SAM: Think sheâs finally got the message?
KELLY: Yeah. Looked straight through her.
SAM: Me too. Froze that bitch off like a wart.
They laugh.
We go to the truck stop every day now.
KELLY:
SAM: And weâve gotten away from Aisha.
KELLY: Still feel shit about that.
SAM: Bullshit.
KELLY: I do. What we did. How we froze her out.
SAM: She deserves it. Sheâs a real pain in the arse Kelly.
SAM/KELLY: Just the two of us.
SAM: Like it should be.
KELLY: Out of school.
SAM: Walking up the highway.
KELLY: No balls flying past /
SAM: No boys shouting shit at us /
KELLY: Just cars and trucks speeding past.
SAM: A hot shirtless guy in a red car passes beeps his horn and / we wave at him.
KELLY: We wave at him.
SAM: Some hot guy in a red car.
KELLY: How it feels when he does that, and it doesnât matter if he beeped at you or at me, how I feel is like we are on some adventure while everybody else is stuck in the real world in that fucking hot horrible playground, there we are⦠like in some video clip.
Sam and Kelly sing the first three verses of âYour Love Is My Drugâ by Ke$ha.
SAM: We could be running away you know. Escaping forever.
KELLY: You changing out of your school clothes? Weâre going back arenât we? After lunch.
SAM: Maybe.
KELLY: Traffic passes on the road.
SAM: One truck after the other.
KELLY: None slow down.
SAM: None turn in.
KELLY: None notice us, walking like ants in the sun.
They both raise their arms up and scream.
SAM: We are alive. We not sitting in some fucking classroom reading about the world.
KELLY: No /
SAM: We are living /
KELLY: Bell for class rings in the distance. / We keep walking.
SAM: We keep walking.
Sign up ahead.
KELLY: âRest Areaâ.
SAM: You look at me and grin the same grin you had on your face when we tried speed I remember what you said that night when the speed came on you said / Itâs like Iâm at the top of a roller coaster.
KELLY: Itâs like Iâm at the top of a roller coaster.
Where we going Sam?
SAM: Just up here. Peace and quiet. / Then we are at the truck stop.
KELLY: Then we are at the truck stop.
SAM: Just the sound of the highway. / Nobody here.
KELLY: Nobody here. Just us in the dust. Flies on your back.
SAM: Brush âem off then.
Magpie on a picnic table.
Go on scare it off hate magpies fuck off.
KELLY: Scare it off, sit reading the shit people scribble on tables. Jonny for Nerrida.
SAM: Johnny roots Kylie.
KELLY: John eats out Cathyâs cunt.
SAM: Iâm sixteen with a big fat cock wanna suck?
KELLY: Whereâs the action? Been looking all day? Want some action call me.
SAM: Want a smoke?
They smoke.
Give us your phone. Letâs ring the guy with the big fat cock.
KELLY: What for?
SAM: What do you reckon?
They laugh.
What would you do if your dad drove in and stopped?
Pause.
Eryn Jean Norvill as Sam in the 2012 Q Theatre production at the Seymour Centre. (Photo © Amanda James)
KELLY: We talk about sex.
You tell me about how out of control things got with Trent. The look on his face when you finally dumped him. How you wish you hadnât lost your virginity to him âcause he came so quick.
SAM: And when I ask you about virginity you tell me that you lost your ages ago and I laugh at you and say bullshit!
Pause.
Do you want to talk about it?
KELLY: No truck driver pulls up that day.
AISHA: Go to Westfield after school, food court smell of meat. I sit alone near Donut King wait for something, anything to happen. Nothing does.
Go home. Sit online alone.
Iâm on Facebook checking to see if Kelly dumped me yet and thereâs a friend request. From Noah. From Noah Futemana. Message says Iâm really sorry Aisha. Hope I can make it up to you.
KELLY/SAM: Next day at lunch, we go back.
SAM: Did you see Aisha this morning?
KELLY: Yeah.
SAM: Think sheâs finally got the message?
KELLY: Yeah. Looked straight through her.
SAM: Me too. Froze that bitch off like a wart.
They laugh.
We go to the truck stop every day now.
KELLY:
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