Teens Wendy and Eddie have been friends since freshman year—and maybe more.

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(Eddie is painting a huge banner that lays across the floor. He tries to hang it up. It falls. He tries again. It hangs limply. It reads: CONGRATULATIONS WENDY! Wendy appears, sitting at the edge of stage left. Her back is to the banner.)

WENDY: I failed.

(Eddie's eyes widen. He hurriedly tries to remove the banner.)

For the fourth time.

(She turns around to find Eddie on the floor, wrapped up in paper.)

What are you doing?

EDDIE: Uh...wallpapering

WENDY: I don't get it—you drive over one cone and it's like you murdered someone! And I definitely stopped at that stop sign! It was a nice, fast stop too!

EDDIE: You'll get it next time.

WENDY: Stop signs are ridiculous. I fail at life.

EDDIE: No, you don't. And you won't even need your license. I can drive you where ever you need to go!

WENDY: You're going to bring me on my dates and stuff?

EDDIE: (A little hurt:) Good point.

WENDY: Merr. Sorry, I'm so whiney.

EDDIE: You? Whiney? Nah.

WENDY: (Laughs:) Yeah. I'm pathetic.

EDDIE: You're not pathetic. Who cares! So what if you suck at driving?! So what if you knocked over a couple cones?! It doesn't matter because the things you don't suck at trump everything else.

WENDY: (Smiles:) Thanks, Eddie.

EDDIE: You know what moments like this call for...?

WENDY: Guess Who?!

EDDIE: Yes!

(Eddies runs offstage and grabs his "Guess Who?" board game. He runs back on and sets it up.)

Okay. But I refuse to use any of the girl cards. There's only four of them!

WENDY: Edward, that's cheating.

EDDIE: I don't care. It's stupid. This game is misogynistic—there should be an equal amount of girl cards, that's all I'm saying.

WENDY: All right. Is your person a girl? (Laughs:) Just kidding. Does your person have blonde hair?

EDDIE: No.

(Wendy puts down some of her cards.)

You know, when you think about it this is a really Nazi-ish kind of game. We're eliminating people based on their features.

WENDY: Maybe they should rename it "Eugenics."

(They laugh. Wendy continues to play as Eddie turns to the audience.)

EDDIE: I wonder if she knows... Do you think she knows? Girls are tricky that way. You can never tell what they're thinking. They have this way of being completely mysterious in everything they say. Maybe deep down she knows how she feels about me. One day, it'll just hit her, while she's brushing her teeth or something and she'll realize "I like Eddie!"

(Eddie goes back to the game. Wendy turns to the audience.)

WENDY: I really like this guy Jack. He's super cute. I could definitely see myself with someone like him. Strong, funny, smooth, captain of the swimming team... Maybe I should ask Eddie what he thinks of him... But, I don't know, Eddie's never really liked anyone that I've dated.

(Wendy goes back to the game. Eddie turns to the audience.)

EDDIE: I need to tell her. But she's been talking to this oaf Jack. This is what I'm talking about—mixed messages! What does he have that I don't? So he can swim, big deal! I can...do things too! (He turns to look at Wendy:) Oh God, look at her. She's so beautiful, all that flowing hair.

WENDY: (To Eddie:) So I've tried this new thing where I don't wash my hair.

EDDIE: Ew. What?

(Wendy hits him playfully.)

WENDY: Shut up. I still use conditioner. It helps my hair. Feel.

(She lifts up her hair for Eddie to feel it. He pats it awkwardly.)

No, run your fingers through it.

EDDIE: Uh. Okay.

(He obliges. It's terribly awkward.)

WENDY: Feels good, huh?

EDDIE: Oh yes. I mean, yeah, it's nice.

(Without thinking he puts her hair to his nose and smells it. Wendy gives him a look like "Um, what are you doing?")

...Sorry.

WENDY: You should try just using conditioner one day. It's great.

EDDIE: Yeah.

(Awkward silence.)

So what are you up to Friday night?

WENDY: Oh. I have to supervise my brother's party at Chuck E. Cheese.

EDDIE: Good times.

WENDY: I gotta run. I'll talk to you later.

(She gets up and exits the stage on her hands. Eddie watches her leave and then looks out.)

EDDIE: God, I love that.