Dear [writer], Naomi is a bitch and cannot be redeemed in a few sentences. Please add more filler. [this was a note to self]


PREVIOUS SCENE, NASER AND NAOMI BREAK UP


Fang reluctantly follows Naomi outside, wants to punch the shit out of Naomi but holds herself back.


Naomi sitting on curb crying her eyes out because of the accidental but official breakup. Fang comes up from behind.


F: “Really. Out of all the fucking reasons to break up with him this is the one you go with?”
N: (Crying)
F: (Keeps standing and staring at Naomi.)
N: (Keeps crying)
F: (Looks back, sees sad Naser looking outside.)
N: (Keeps crying)
F: (Rolls eyes, sighs, continues to stand behind Naomi.)
F: (Fighting urge to walk away and abandon her for all the shit Naomi’s pulled in the last while for Naser’s sake) “So what exactly the fuck happened back there?”
N: (Keeps crying.)
F: “This is the first time I’ve seen you two go at each other like this, what the hell did you two say to each other?”
N: “He said we needed to take a break!”
F: “...and?”
N: “We were prom king and queen! He was the perfect boyfriend! I was the perfect girlfriend! We were going to have the perfect life together! Why would he say that he needs a break!?”


NOTE - Previous dialog may be changed depending on previous scene context.


F: (Disgusted, kinda angry. Sits down next to Naomi) “So you really haven’t changed since last time. Same old sack of shit. ‘least you had the decency to throw yourself out.”
N: (Angry crying) “What is that supposed to mean!?”
F: “I mean you were, are, and if you keep this up, will be, a total fucking bitch til the day your ass turns back to dust.”
N: “F-FU-UCK YOU!”
F: (Annoyed, but tempering herself) “Go ahead, call me a roastie or a backstage whore or whatever you fucking want. But you can’t call me wrong.”
N: “I happened to love Naser! I treated him like the perfect boyfriend he is, unlike you a-and Anon!”
F: (Fights urge to beat Naomi half to death for mentioning Anon and all the shit Naomi’s done involving him) “I’m not the one with a broken relationship after a single fucking night. Forget that! It wasn't even a night, it was less than an hour! We’ve fought, yeah. We’re taking a break from each other, yeah. But nothing’s actually broken. Unlike yours.”
N: “...Why…?”
F: “Why what?”
N: “Why are you talking to me? If you hate me that much, why are you talking to me? Are you here to laugh? Do you want to hit me again?”
F: “If you’re offering I might actually do it. But no. Truth is I don’t give a single wet shit about you or what happens to you. You’ve been nothing but a selfish fucker who only cares about her little dollhouse fantasy with the perfect handsome hunk of a hubby to wake up next to and dress up for the day. Send your exactly two kids, one boy and one girl, to a high-class school. Clean the house. Feed the dog. Kids come home at three. Hubby at five. Home cooked dinner served exactly at 6:30PM. You wag your finger at your kids to eat their greens. It’s delicious, as always. That sound about right?”
N: “...”
F: “Tch. Of fucking course.”
N: “Is it bad to have a nice dream!?”
F: “No. It’s bad that you were a fucking idiot about it.”
N: “How was I an idiot about pursuing my dreams?!”
F: “Have you ever talked to Naser about how he wanted things to happen?”
N: “Of course! He said if I was happy he would be happy too!”
F: “Really? That’s all he said?”
N: “Yes!”
F: “And that’s all you asked? Or cared to ask? Did you take that as an excuse to go nuts?”
N: “Are you implying that I was taking advantage of him?! That I don’t love him!?”
F: (Glares at Naomi) “No, I’m saying that you’re not the only one who loves him.”
N: (Glares back) “...”
F: (Calms herself) “Look, I never really knew what my bullshit was doing to Naser. I mean, I knew he was doing… something… for me but I never really noticed how badly I was affecting him. But you did. Even though you did it just to kick me out of your perfect fantasy I can’t say it wasn’t necessary. I put Naser through some bad fucking shit because I just didn’t know at the time.”
N: (Surprised, confused at what sounded like a compliment or admission of being wrong from Fang.) 
F: “But let me tell you that the opposite is just as true. You don’t know how badly you were affecting him. I did.”
N: “...”
F: “That’s why I’m even bothering to talk to you right now. You aren’t the only one who loves him, we’ve both contributed in making his life into a hell with no escape. Honestly, looking back I’m scared of how close he was to breaking. So right now the least I can do now is to talk to you. Because despite everything that’s happened tonight, he still loves you. He’s like that. He’s just fucking like that and I don’t know why. No matter how much you bitch and squeal he’ll still open his arms and love you til the bitter fucking end.”
N: (Slightly shocked at Fang’s words)
F: “And the sad part? He didn’t mind. He didn’t mind any of it. If it was for me, he’d do it no matter how hard it was. And you? Shit. You think he enjoyed being pulled in every direction? Being the coolest person around? Being put on a fucking pedestal so that the crowd would validate your perfect relationship? But no matter what you asked for he never minded. Because it was for you. Because it made you happy. And of course you being happy made him happy. But it was all for you. Ever asked him about that? Or were you just completely unable to imagine him with a perfect life without you?”
N: “...”
F: (Sigh) “Long story short, you put him through some seriously bad shit while chasing that dream, Naomi.”
N: “I just… I just wanted things to be perfect for us…!”
F: “I get you want it to be perfect, but why is anything else no good?”
N: “Because anything less than perfect is unacceptable to me! What’s the point of being close to the top if you can never get there? I worked so hard making sure everything was in place but in the end I couldn’t make it! Why?”
F: (Sighs) You know I could be generic and shit out some fortune cookie garbage about perfection or being realistic but I won’t. I don’t think being a perfectionist is your problem in the end anyways.”
N: “W-What?”
F: (shrug) “I think you just don’t know what you want.”
N: “What do you…? Of course I know exactly what I want! I know what I want, I know who I am, and I know what I can do!”
F: “Then who the fuck are you?”
N: “...me?”
F: “Yeah, when were you born?”
N: Confused but starts saying actual birthdate and gets interrupted.
F: “No, you’re not getting me. Before you started dating my brother you were always that quiet chick that stayed in the background. Now you’re this coked up control freak that’s bouncing around the place trying to open her impossible fantasy-in-a-can she picked up from the store that sells nice dreams. That Naomi, the quiet one? Before she met my brother? She’s gone. She’s been gone for a while now. So when was this Naomi born?”
N: “...after I started dating Naser I guess…”
F: “Exactly. How the hell can you tell what you want when you haven’t even been around that long? It only feels like a long time because you were living through it. Ten years later? Every year of high school going to feel like nothing but a snap. It’s nowhere near enough time to discover yourself.”
N: “Do you?”
F: “Do I what?”
N: “Know yourself, I mean.”
F: (Chuckles) “Fuck no.”
N: “Really?”
F: “Yeah. Even after everything me and Anon have gone through I still feel like I don’t know anything about myself.”
N: “Then… why...?”
F: “I thought I did. Once upon a time, anyways. Back then I thought Lucy was just a name but it’s not. She was her own person. But I didn’t know that. I didn’t know she existed because I didn’t know how to be someone else. I didn’t know she mattered. And then after years of not knowing who I was I thought it was a good idea to use all those labels and words not to describe “Lucy” but to invent “Fang”. I thought that maybe if I couldn’t discover who I was I could create the person I thought I wanted to be.”
N: “...”
F: “...
N: “...Then wh… what did Fang want…?”
F: “Dunno. To find her place in this world. To be accepted. To play with the band and rock the fuck out forever and ever.”
N: “And Lucy?”
F: “Mostly the same, really. Minus the rocking part. I was a good little girl back then.”
N: “...”
F: “So what about Naomi? What does she want?”
N: “...”
F: “Well, don’t worry about it for now. You’ll have plenty of time to figure out who you are.”
N: “Then… who are you?”
F: (With a genuine smile) “I’m Fang. But Fang isn’t me. I’m Lucy. But Lucy isn’t me. I’m me. A little bit of everything I ever was.”
N: “...”
F: “...”
N: “...”
F: “...”
N: “…how...”
F: “What?”
N: “...how do I figure out who I am? If I really don’t know who I am then how do I solve that!?”
F: (shrugs) “Eat some dinonugs, I dunno. Not mine, though. Get your own.”
N: “Please, I’m being serious here.”
F: “...actually that might be a good start. You know when you eat a super hot dinonug and you accidentally burn your tongue? And at the same time you’re reminded that you have a tonguel?”
N: “I’ve… never had a… dinonug… before but I think I get what you’re trying to say?”
F: “...pretend I didn’t hear that… Anyways, it’s like being told that you’re breathing manually. Or that there’s an itchy spot on your back. Or you’re sitting on a wrinkle in your underwear and with bad posture. You know, shit you never think about.”
N: “...what?”
F: “I think that's why wind feels so good. It flows around you and you feel it everywhere on your body. It reminds you that your legs or your tail exists all at once. I think it’s one of the reasons why people cut themselves too.”
N: “W-What? Cutting? What does that have to do with this?”
F: “Yeah. Some people just want a distraction but the real draw is the moments of clarity you get while you’re hurting. When you don’t know who you are it’s something to focus on. Pain and clarity’s an easy way to remind yourself that that part of your body exists. And if that part exists, so do you. And I guess that’s the point.”
N: (Shocked, somewhat disturbed) “...”
F: “What, you think just because Anon pulled me from the hole I was in that I’m ready to go? That I’ve figured it all out? Perfect? Hell no. Even now I have nights when I have to think about exactly who I am so I don’t get lost again. But it’s not like before. Before I’d go right back to smoking and playing music to try and drown out what I needed to solve. Shit, give me a few more years of that and I’d be shooting harder stuff than Reed’s and playing music in some dumpy-ass joint with my hair shaved off. I didn’t even know where to begin. How could I? I didn’t even know what name I should’ve been using. But now, after spending some time with Anon I can actually think clearly for the first time ever. And now I at least know where to start thinking.”
N: “...where do you start?”
F: “I am.”
N: “...You… You are… what?”
F: “No, I am. I exist. In a hundred years no one’s going to give a flying fucking shit that I ever existed. And eventually this, everything that you see around us? Gone. Space dust. It’s all gonna disappear. But right now? In this one moment of one year of my one life on this spinning shitball, I exist. Whenever I think about that I get the same feeling of wind blowing around my body. It’s cool, and doesn’t hurt. Well sometimes it does, there’s still a lot to be hurt by. But no matter what happens I just start my train of thought with the fact that I exist and things usually end well. And with Anon gone some days it’s all I have left.”
N: “...”
F: “And uh, I guess it’s all you’ve got left now too.”
N: (Starts crying again.)
F: (Looks around guiltily before awkwardly patting Naomi’s shoulder. Mumbles a quick apology.)
Silence for a little bit before Naomi eases up.
F: “So what now?”
N: “I don’t know... I was going to follow Naser wherever he went but...”
F: “...Yeah, that’s not gonna work anymore.”
N: (Becomes hysterical) “I have all my stuff packed and everything! I was going to take care of him every day! Cook dinner! Clean the nest! Romantic nights out! Children running around the house! What am I going to do now!? I already told my parents that I’m moving out! Where do I go!? What do I even do!?”
F: (Takes deep breath, looks back at house one last time and thinks for a bit.) Mumbles: “I’m gonna fucking regret this.”
N: (Sniffles, wipes eyes, looks up)
F: (Closes eyes, pauses for a moment. Opens eyes to look at Naomi) “Listen, Naomi. High School’s been done and over for a few months so I’m planning to move out soon. Gonna go to [LOCAL COLLEGE NAME HERE] to study music. I’d rather not dorm with some random assholes so if you don’t mind and need a place to live there’s an apartment block near the campus that’s got some empty flats... Rent isn’t much either... So if you’re feeling up to it…?”
N: (Shocked silence) “W-What? You’re offering me to room with you?”
F: “Don’t take it the wrong way. You’re still a bitch and I still hate you. But I know that Naser’s fucking killing himself over what he caused, regardless of whether it’s his fault or not. He’s a genuinely good guy like that. Just because you deserved to be dumped doesn’t mean he deserves to suffer for it. So if I keep an eye on you for now he won’t have to tear himself apart worrying about poor lonely Naomi ending up working for a shitty massage parlor giving Happy Endings to fat ugly perverts. After all he’s done for me it’s the least I can do for him. It’s about time I act like the big sister.”
N: “…”
F: “...”
N: “…”
F: “Four minutes, flipped once halfway with a new sheet of paper towel underneath.”
N: “What?”
F: “That’s how I like my nugs. I want them done when I get back from classes every day. And yeah, I’ll know if you didn’t flip them.”
N: “...That’s disgusting.”
F: “Hey fuck you, Dinonugs are amazing! You actually wanna go be a street hooker or something!?”
N: “I meant the microwave!”
F: “Wha-?”
N: (Stern mom mode activate) “Frozen chicken-”
F: (Narrowed eyes, speaking through clenched teeth) “Dino.”
N: (Narrowed eyes, meeting the challenge she knows she’ll win) “Frozen CHICKEN nuggets are best prepared in a convection oven or deep fat fryer, preferably a pressure fryer, for maximum crunchiness. While a microwave will bring them up to proper food safe temperatures the breading will be ruined. Soft and moist, not even suitable to serve the guest you want to get rid of.”
F: “...really crunchy?”
N: (Nods)
F: (Grumble pout) “...nineteen years and no one’s bothered to tell me.”
N: “Microwaves are very convenient, yes. However there’s an optimal cooking method for every food type and breaded food items should be cooked, or in this case prepared, with radiant heat and not microwave radiation.”
F: “Dang.”
N: “I can also make my own, ah ...dino… nuggets. And I can assure you they are much better tasting than the frozen ones and are not made from floor scrap meat paste. Home ground white meat, powdered breadcrumbs, finely grated parmesan, beaten eggs with salt, freshly cracked pepper, unsalted butter, crushed garlic, basil, thyme, paprika, and a squeeze of lime. Real Panko. Fried in virgin olive oil.”
F: (Mouth gaping, pupils small in amazement and realization)
N: (Leans forwards and whispers with narrowed eyes) “Triple breaded.”
Pause for dramatic effect
F: “...Holy shit!”
N: (Concerned look) “Why the shock? Haven’t you ever cooked anything in your life?!”
F: “I’ve grilled a bunch of times?”
N: “Any experience with home cooking?”
F: “Yeah uh, not much there.”
N: (Sighs) “It seems I’m going to have to teach you much about domestic dining, along with the more delicate feminine skills such as hair care and choosing the right makeup and perfume...”
F: “If you’re going to be a bitch about this I can still leave your ass in the dirt.”
N: (Semi sarcastically) “Fine, I’m sorry then.”
F: “About?”
N: “Well, everything, I guess.”
F: “Good. That’s that.”
N: “Really? That’s it? After all that’s happened you’re going to accept my apology just like that?”
F: “Hell naw, you’re still a selfish cunt and I still hate you. But let’s just say it’s one of those things I don’t even care enough to do anything about anymore.”
N: “Then... can you do me a favor?”
F: “Oh boy, what is it?”
N: “Can you keep this quiet for now? I know everyone that is actually affected already knows but… it would make me feel better if less people knew right now. Just… give it a little time if you could.”
F: (Sighs) “Alright.”
N: “Especially Anon. Other than you, he’s the one person I’d rather not have find out anytime soon.”
F: “Well he probably won’t give much of a shit anymore after a few minutes laughing, but fine. I’ll keep quiet.”
N: “Thank you, Fang. I… owe you one.”
F: “Yeah, sure. But it’s fine, I say we’re still even. Let’s just say that was for making you listen to me getting all philosophical. Ever since Anon left I’ve had a lot of time to think. About him, about me. Like is this right for me? Is he right for me? Am I really on the right path? Shit like that.”
N: “Is that really necessary?”
F: “What is?”
N: “Doubting your relationship. It doesn’t sound very healthy.”
F: “Beats me. But every time I do start doubting I eventually end up concluding that yeah, this is right for me. So in my situation doubting really is the better option because every time I do it it makes me feel better.”
N: “Was I wrong?”
F: “About your relationship with Naser? About how you went 100% on him without knowing either you or him?”
N: (Nods)
F: “I dunno.”
N: “Figures.”
F: “Oh fuck off, you knew I didn’t know. But hey, now you’ve got plenty of time to think about that shit. Take a few days off, go outside and stare into the sky, get naked, drink wine, and sleep a lot. It took me a few weeks but I finally got my answer. Hopefully you find yours.”
N: “T-Thank you…”
F: “Yeah. No problem.”
N: “...”
F: “...”
N: “...”
F: “...”
N: “I think I should get going. It’s getting dark.”
F: “Yeah. I think I should call it here too. Maybe talk with Naser. You wanna chat with him one last time?”
N: (Shakes head) “No, I think I’ve said everything I needed to. I do have some things that I probably should say but...”
F: “Gonna find yourself first?”
N: “...yes.”
F: “Sounds like a plan. You gonna be alright?”
N: (Nods)
F: “Okay. G‘night, Naomi.”
N: “Good night, Fang.”


End scene, Naomi calls the cab, Fang sits out on the curb for a little while longer staring at the stars before returning inside.