INT. LIVING ROOM – MIDDAY
Two young men lounge on an old, flowered couch. The room is musty and dirty. Bottles, greasy paper food bags, wrappers, and other miscellaneous trash litter the coffee table and floor around them. In the center of the table is a glass bong, warm from recent use. Rock music can be heard softly in the background.
STEPHEN, wearing a yellow, flat bill baseball cap with the black letters SWAG written across them, leans forward to take a hit. He inhales deeply and releases the smoke lazily into the air.
STEPHEN: Yeah, man. That is some good stuff.
JAKE, with a long, scraggly beard and a dark blue sleeveless t-shirt, big-rimmed lime green glasses atop his head, nods his head and smiles in appreciation.
JAKE: The purple haze will always get you good, my man.
STEPHEN chuckles: Oh, yeah…. Hey, man, did you see Tristan’s sister other day? Woo (whistling out low) She’s grown up into something.
JAKE, nodding slowly: Something is one way to put it….You know, there is something about that word. You know? It’s like some but thing at the same time.
STEPHEN: Yeah, it is a strange one. Because how can something be some and thing be one thing at the same time?
JAKE sits up excitedly.
JAKE: Yeah, man! That’s exactly what I was thinking!
Jake leans back. The two sit shaking their heads, staring into blank space in front of them.
STEPHEN: Hey, man.
JAKE: Yeah? (crosses arms)
STEPHEN: Sometimes…when I’m alone…
JAKE, interjecting: Hey, man. I don’t know want to know what you do when your alone. That’s like…that’s way too personal. You know what I’m saying? You and your little man or whatever, yall can keep it to yourself.
STPEPHEN, rolls eyes: No, no. Nothing like that.
JAKE, furrows brow: No?
STEPHEN: No, man. This is something totally different. Not like last time with…with…well you know last time.
JAKE, raises his eyes: Unfortunately, yes. But go on (motions with hand).
STEPHEN: Ok (swallows). Sometimes, when I’m alone…I try to move stuff with my mind. And, like (lifts eyes up to ponder momentarily, looks back down), nothing moves but I keep trying, man.
JAKE, drops jaw: Like Carrie and shit?
STEPHEN: No, man. That chick is bat-shit crazy. I’m more like the nice kind, you know?
JAKE: I gotcha man. You’re like a good mind-mover, not a ‘I should kill everyone with buckets of blood’ kind of man.
STEPHEN: Right. If I ever do get the powers, I’ll use it for good. I’d become like one of those X-men.
JAKE: That’d be some cool stuff. Moving shit with your mind. You would definitely be an X-man. They could call you Mind Man.
The two sit in silence for a moment, thinking about the X-man concept. STEPHEN imitates fast movements with his head.
JAKE, turning head slowly to STEPHEN: Are you sure it hasn’t worked before?
STEPHEN, stops moving erratically: I don’t think so. I thought I got a paper to move once, but it turned out to just be the AC coming on.
JAKE: Your AC does have some great power though, huh?
STEPHEN: Truth in that (they bump fists)
JAKE: But really though, it’s never worked for you?
STEPHEN, shaking head: No. But I’ll keep trying.
JAKE, sighing: That’s too bad. It has worked for me. In fact, I’ll even show you right now.
STEPHEN, moves to the edge of his seat: What, man?! It works for you. How have you not told me this before?!
JAKE smirks: It’s one of my best kept secrets.
STEPHEN waits eagerly for JAKE to show him.
JAKE: It’s simple, man. You just got to think about what you want. Concentrate – real hard – on exactly what you want. In fact, I’ll show you. Right here…Right now…But – before I begin – do you mind grabbing me a beer (coughs), I’m about as parched as they come.
STEPHEN: Sure, no problem.
STEPHEN gets up and walks off camera to the kitchen. Sound of refrigerator opening and closing. JAKE remains motionless on the cough, smiling. Stephen returns with the beer, un-capped and hands it to JAKE.
JAKE takes a long drink and sighs.
STEPHEN: You were going to show me your powers?
JAKE: Oh, right. I just did it.
STEPHEN frowns: Oh, man! I missed it. What did you move? (glances expectantly around the room)
JAKE, grinning widely: This beer bottle.