#fernando looks so wet cat here
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HIIII ZOE ITS MY IRRITATING ASS AGAIN (this is my main blog, I have tennis and f1 sideblogs but don't know how to make the ask come from there, I haven't been on tumblr in FOREVER..)
anyway my little curious gremlin ass has YET MORE QUESTIONS
ALSO I COMPLETELY FORGOT CHALLENGERS WAS COMING OUT, IM SO DAMN EXCITED FOR THAT FUCK YEAH, we LOVE zendaya she's gonna serve (pls laugh) cunt
okay so i think picking out my favourite players will be easier if I relate them back to f1 drivers, makes em seem more familiar, so if I do like a checklist of sorts of driver types, can you match them up to players you think fit the vibe?????
e.g. is there a former champion (lewis/fernando coded) who's looking for a comeback? is there a young talent who's had bad luck but is on the rise (lando) is there a calm, level headed one that everyone thinks will go far (oscar) is there a charming elegant one that social media is obsessed with (charles my babygirl). im assuming djokovic is the max verstappen adjacent, fairly young dude who's smoking everyone, yeah?
just like ugh I LOVE f1 so dearly and i think sporting parallels will help SO much
question: is it a big money sport like f1? Obviously anyone can pick up a racket and hit a ball, but is it very expensive and exclusive to make it into the big leagues? you mentioned smth in the fic about oscar adding up the whole cost of going pro, would that be a huge problem for poorer families?
are there any player pairings with vaguely homosexual vibes? again with the damn f1 parallels but adjacent to max/charles, carlos/lando, even lewis/nico if I dare mention brocedes, because I just absolutely live for speculation of silly little goofy athletes' relationships with each other
here's where I get REAL shallow but fuckin sue me, WHICH ARE THE PRETTY ONES I CAN SIMP OVER. i am bi so that doubles the market, but basically which are the ones that i can watch edits of and get all giggly and blush over, in your opinion and in the general tennis community's opinion.
whats andy murray's deal? Is he retired? Is he like the sebastian vettel of tennis?
how dramatic is it compared to f1? we all know that f1 is gossip girl on wheels... is tennis gossip girl running around a court or is it less drama-fueled?
not a question but I'm so excited to see which f1 drivers turn up to Wimbledon this year like, CROSSOVER EPISODE YEAAAA
is djokovic the max-esque guy where it's like "okay I don't mind you, you're cool, but god DAMNIT, stop being so good, let my other favourite little meow meows have a CHANCE for once"
how worldwide is it? are players mostly European/Aussie like f1 or is it more widespread?
is the meme game good? i LIVE for online hilarity in sports, are there any iconic tennis moments/memes a la "it's near a fish" "smoooth operator" "bwoah" etc etc whatever
really gotta stop talking about f1 in terms of tennis but it's the only other sport I'm really into IM SORRY FORGIVE ME
which are the "sad wet cat" (dearly beloved) players? you mentioned one guy but there's gotta be more than one right??? I always get attached to athletes with those vibes
IM SO SORRY ABOUT THE CONSTANT QUESTIONING BUT YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON I TRUST TO GIVE ME CORRECT INFO RN BECAUSE YOU REALLY SEEM LIKE YOU KNOW YOUR SHIT
finally a HUGE FUCKING THANK YOU???? For putting up with my idiot ass mostly, and your fic is singlehandedly making me wander into the tennis world despite knowing literally nothing and you're helping my understanding SO much, youre about to drag me down this sport's rabbit hole just by existing. tennisblr seems like such a fun adorable place im SO excited to start watching stuff, you're a legend and ilysm <3333
you are literally NEvEr irritating you are the best thing to happen to my inbox every time, sorry i was so slow on this one!! I had a very hard time relating f1 drivers to tennis players lmaoooo so in the end i just skipped that part!! I'm so sorry!!! it's just so hard because the narrative of f1 drivers is so specific and intrinsically tied to TEAM and to their teammates, and to the tragedy of a good car and/or the wonder of a great car ... the betrayal of contract negotiation & silly season etc.... tennis just doesn't really have that!! all the narratives are more player v. self and player v. world, instead of driver v. driver and driver v. fate. if that makes sense??
so yeah. sorry 😭😭 it's also possible that I just don't have enough imagination and somebody can jump in to help with that .... anyway, moving right along to
"is tennis a big money sport"
GOD yes. tennis is soooooo expensive, it takes approx 1 billion dollars to pay for lessons, court time, coaching, travel, accommodation, gear, etc etc. :// You get paid if you win. let me say that again: you get paid if you WIN. there aren't salaries! early in your career, you are HEMORRHAGING money, esp if you have a coach. the travel is fricken expensive all by itself!! and if you're paying a coach as well you're either in debt or you're playing with house money if you catch my drift. (tennis players often come from wealth, much like f1 drivers — they can also be sponsored, sometimes by their country, but usually only if & while they're successful!!)
if you do well, you start to win, maybe you make money, more likely you're breaking even for a while (or even still losing). if you do REALLY well, then you're looking at more prize money and maybe sponsors, so then you can start making some real money out of this. but yeah it's CRAaaaaaazy how much money tennis players pay to play tennis lol!! it is 10000% a problem for getting underprivileged kids into tennis, there's a reason tennis is so white!
"are there any player pairings w vaguely homosexual vibes"
LOLLLL look i never turn down a chance to push the sincaraz agenda but also, carlos alcaraz does that for me!!!!
they're so cute damn
also getting into sinner/berrettini …
but honestly, besides that?? f1 is way better for pairings because we watch them interact with each other off track WAYY more. you barely see tennis players interact with each other! i have been emailing the respective tennis associations about this (jk but I should). MORE GOOFY VIDEOS WITH PLAYERS DOING STUPID GAMES (with each other, crucially)
"which are the hot ones"
ooohh this is suuuper subjective but i am soOOOoo into coco gauff, she's gorg, also iga sviatek in red, also daria kasatkina, also maria sakkari really does it for me, also katie boulter is so cute.
hot damn
on the atp side oBVI jannik, carlitos is so cute but he looks so young i feel like he's less hot and more adorable, caspar ruud looks like ryan gosling as you have pointed out, ben shelton is gorgeous (and cocky in a way that unfortunately does compel me, oops), arthur fils!! beautiful. tennis players are all hot, in my mind??? they're so …. well rounded …. 😏😏😏
"which are the "sad wet cat" players"
andrey rublev my beloved sad cat
muchova (not really a sad wet cat but tragically always broken in some way)
daniil medvedev but if the cat was cunty
"whats andy murray's deal?"
oh my GOD murray!! my love my husband my father my holy ghost!! a tragedy a triumph …. a player in the era of the Big Three (Djokovic, Federer, Nadal) and therefore destined to be remembered as "oh, and andy murray" … or "one of the big four" (the big four is not a thing unless you're talking about andy murray lmao) ... a great player, one of the greatest, a slugger, a workhorse, had one of the cleanest backhands of all time, and the classiest guy in tennis … see: andy murray shutting down sexist reporters on multiple occasions ....
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He's not retired !! he's still going, here he is recently losing:
He's actually (possibly) playing at this upcoming Challenger Tour event! as are a number of interesting players. the reason that this is interesting is that Challenger level tournaments are a level below the ATP Tour, so you don't often have this many recognizable (to me, anyway) names playing at this level!
[side note: the movie Challengers — the name is a play on the Challengers tour. they're playing a Challengers match in the movie, but also "challenging" each other for zendaya … you get it]
Anyway this tournament should be interesting … andy murray is getting older but he's not ready to quit!! he's gone on the record saying there are things he's still trying to accomplish before he retires, and he's playing well in practices it's just not translating to matches yet. he's also said if his body tells him to retire he will, but uhh. he's got a literal metal hip so clearly he's not QUITE ready to listen to his body.....
"is he the seb of tennis" HMMMM this is an interesting question, I wouldn't really class him this way — seb is like a silly little sexy fruity goblin (if I'm reading his vibe correctly — I'm late to f1) and andy is a stoic public school kid with a goofy streak … if that makes sense …
"how dramatic is tennis compared to f1?"
ALSO INTERESTING I think that's sort of relative to how much you care about individual players, I think game-play is pretty dramatic at times but nobody's ever in danger of bursting into flame??? so in that sense not as dramatic as vroom vroom sport lmaoo but there is a bit of temper tantrum throwing, and then important wins (see: Alcaraz Wimbledon 2023) are SO dramatic in the best way…
gossip-wise I don't think it's as dramatic as f1!! there's deffo tennis gossip but I think, again, because there aren't teams, the drama is less wrapped up in "betrayal" narratives yknow??? like ferrari ditching sainz for lewis was dramatic in so many different ways, not LEAST because of the betrayal of carlos. I feel like tennis is less set up for that, bc it's every player for themselves
"is djokovic the max-esque guy where it's like "okay I don't mind you, you're cool, but god DAMNIT, stop being so good, let my other favourite little meow meows have a CHANCE for once"
YES EXACTLY i cut in your whole q because that's exactly right!! so so so apt imo .. howEVERRR it was less correct when federer and nadal were still around and at their best, because those three really did make up the Big Three, capital B capital T, and they had such a good dynamic going between the trio — it was less one-note when djokovic had a constant fight on his hands... now djokovic is older and slowing down so we're getting into a sunset period, which is interesting because he's still doing GREATTT (and I wish he would stop, give my meow meows a chance etc) but everyone sees the light at the end of the tunnel re: a djokovic retirement. whereas I think people are looking at the max ascendancy and saying "GULP" bc we all want our favorite boys to win at least one WDC (cough lando cough cough osc)
"how worldwide is it?"
fairrrrly? but yes europeans heavvvvily represented, americans as well to some extent, asia and australia to some extent — not so stark as f1, but def same bougie euro vibes lmao
"is the meme game good?"
again fairrrrrly but def not to the same extent!! less of a "here are the memes everyone knows" and more in the spirit of, like, if you're following a few players & the major tournaments, tennis tumblr/twitter is fun to be on … trying to think of a "classic" tennis meme and I can't which isn't a good sign lmaooo .. jannik puking in a bin and then going on the biggest win streak of his career is a pretty good meme in my mind though ...
CROSSOVER EP YAAHHHHHHHH I CANNOT WAIT WE BETTER GET SO MANY GOOD WIMBLEDON PHOTOS AJHFDLAKSJFHDKLASJFH
sorry again to be so slow !! this was fun to go through as soon as I stopped tearing my hair out trying to make player: driver comparisons but again, maybe I'm just not creative enough ..
xx ily :))))))
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Football Fic Writer Profile - lunasenzanotte
The first writer that we are featuring is well known for her AU fics. If you like Historical AU, you might, at one point on your scrolling through fics on AO3, find yourself reading Conquest of Paradise.
Yes, people, please welcome, Luna. You might know her on AO3 as lunasenzanotte, and she’s also on Tumblr as @diegoalvesisgod
If you feel like the pen-name sounded familiar to you, here is an excerpt from one of her works:
The boy suddenly appears next to him, reaches up to him with his bound hands, touches the small golden cross Villa wears around his neck, and the wooden necklace he has around his own neck. Villa smiles, takes his chain off his neck and holds it in his open palm. The boy takes off his necklace with some effort and places it around Villa’s neck, lowering his head slightly to allow Villa do the same to him. It would be a bad deal, but it’s not a deal, not to Villa.
(The History of Silvilla)
Luna is originally from Czech Republic. She has a cat named Fernando (named after Fernando Muslera). A supporter of Liverpool and Athletic Club, she also enjoys watching and playing tennis. If you see her Tumblr url, we don’t think that it’s a surprise that Diego Alves is one of her favorite players, along with some other names like Ander Iturraspe, Viktor Fischer, Simon Kjaer.
Luna has started writing since a very young age, at around 8 or 9, and poetry was her starting point. However, it was Tennis RPF that has brought her to the wonderful world of fanfiction. When asked about the first fics that she wrote, she mentioned The Thin Ice, an AU fic about the Uruguay NT. Just like what we often felt about our first baby, she said despite how she thought there were things that she could had done better with it, she was very fond of it.
Luna could get her inspiration from anywhere. As she said, “I never know when inspiration can strike. Sometimes it’s a song, a movie, a picture, that sparkles an idea, and then I spend a lot of time twisting and turning that idea until a plot comes out of it. I spend a lot of time walking outside listening to music, as I don’t have a car and go everywhere on foot, and I just think about fictional scenarios.”
Once she got the inspirations, she usually did a lot of plotting. “I create my setting, do research, and then I start writing. I never do it in one sitting. I write in chunks/scenes, and then tie them together”
In fact, her meticulous research is probably something that you might have noticed if you read her fics on AO3, considering how the details were describe very well in her fics.
If you are someone who likes some angst, you probably might want to subscribe to her fics, since angst is her favorite genre to write. And people, get ready to have a box of tissue next to you because according to her, her favorite trope is together in death.
“In general, I like killing my characters and making myself depressed of their demise. Two characters who die together are my absolute favorite.”
Her words. Not ours. So let’s just say that her fics are the ones that will give you TONS of feelings.
When asked about the football player that she likes to write about the most she listed some Danish players, like Simon Kjaer, Daniel Agger, Viktor Fischer. According to her, she always gets unique ideas about those players, and writing about them would often lead her to write something that is different from her usual writing style.
If you see the list of her works on AO3, you can easily see how she has a wide range of fic idea. (Anyone read her Hogwarts AU fic with a bunch of Uruguay NT and Argentina NT players? That’s just an example of how creative she is).
For her, writing is like a therapy where she can pour her thoughts, feelings and emotions out of her head into the fictional stories. And she said she found that she found more freedom in writing football fics, compared to writing for another fandom.
Luna teaches creative writing for kids (age 12-15), and there is this awesome experience that she shared with us in regard with writing.
“Two of the students wanted to read the fantasy trilogy I have written. So I gave them the books, and they both read it, and then they fought over it. They had such different opinions on the characters and how it should end that they almost physically assaulted each other. It was really amazing to listen to them and learn what they saw in it and how differently they perceived things.”
We have to agree with her here on how interesting it is to see how different people see things differently, including on how different readers will have different perception when read our fics, right folks?
Talking about reader’s perception, we asked her about how she felt on getting comments or feedbacks on her fics. Just like most (if not all) writers, she said she love getting comments! So please, do not hesitate to tell her what you think about her fics! She especially loves the comments that come with questions of the fic, as according to her, that kind of comments can “take the story a whole different way”.
She also mentioned this wonderful experience when she received not just a long comment, but also some fanart in the form of two drawings of the characters. Unfortunately, her flash drive crashed, along with the fanart. So if any of you reading this happened to be the one drawing the fanart, would you, by any chance, still have like a back up of the fanart or something? We are sure that she would be over the moon if she can have it back.
Now, a little spoiler about her upcoming project. For now, she revealed that she had some random notes on her first fic about… *drum roll*… Paulo Dybala.
YES. We can hear you gasp over there, just like us when we heard it from her! No pressure, Luna, but we would be very excited when you decide to continue this WIP and share it with us.
If she had to pick one of her fics that she felt most proud of, she chose Death and Death Alone. She told us the fic was a really difficult one to write, she even said it was even physically painful to get through some parts of the fic. She admitted that there were some bits from the part that were inspired by real events, including memories of her grandparents from WWII.
For those of you who still feel insecure about your writing, do not let those insecurities hold you back from writing. Because even a talented writer like Luna still thinks that she still has things to be improved in her writing. Since English is not her first language, she still thing that the language is something that she finds to be her weakest point. However, she believes that it will improve by writing even more than she already had.
When we asked her a writing tips, this is what she shared with us.
“Read. Read as much as you can, and learn from it, both the bad and good writing.”
Well, people. That is all that we want to share with you today. We would like to thank Luna for the interview. It has been really great to learn more about you!
We are looking forward to reading more of your writings.
To close this interview, let’s have another excerpt from her writing.
Ander doesn’t smile, because what he said was only half of the truth. The war he has to fight is not as important as where he will fight it. The land is the prize, and finally, he understands the importance of it. Because she is there, in every place her feet once touched, she is in the wet sand of Donostia, in the sunsets of Bilbao, in the green hills of Gaztelugatxe, the earthy tones of Jaizkibel, the ancient stone walls of Gatika. There are still pieces of her that he can pick up.
And maybe one day, the pieces will make him whole again.
(Hold My Hand When This Ends)
Well, that’s it for our first post on featuring one of the talented football fic writers! We hope you enjoy it as much as we do! We will publish another profile 2 days from now, which is on February 3. Until then, see you, folks =)
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THE WEEK I WAS MIA WALLACE
By Grace Halliday.
SCENE 1- MONDAY
INT. Mia’s house in the afternoon, Albury, New South Wales, Australia
MATILDA (MIA’S MUM):
Rory! Rory! I know you can hear me, come here this instant!
RORY runs down the stairs
RORY:
What is it?
Matilda holds her son by the cheeks.
MATILDA:
Please my darling angel; tell me that Goode was lying!
RORY:
Mum, what is it?
MATILDA:
(Looking deep into Rory’s eyes)
… have you been taking drugs.
RORY:
Mum! No… of course not.
Rory and Matilda continue to fight in the background. Meanwhile, Lucy sits at the kitchen counter eating an ice-cream sandwich. She is reading a trashy gossip magazine of her mum’s, her ice-cream dripping all over her fingers and the magazine pages. She tries to wipe it off, making it worse. Her mother enters preparing tea.
LUCY:
(Whispering)
I thought everyone at school loved him? A few girls definitely do. I heard him on the phone last night, signing off with goodnight kisses to them all.
MATILDA:
What are you doing? Don’t you have something better to do? … Your brother is going through a very difficult stage at the moment.
Her mother in cheap lingerie lights a cigarette and turns on Hank Williams top 40.
MATILDA:
Well? Where are all your friends?
Lucy shrugs.
EXT. On the street. Lucy walks along the pathway when she is pulled back by Rory. Their mother opens the lacy curtains and watches from the kitchen window.
RORY:
Lucy!
LUCY:
Hmm?
RORY:
I need you to do something for me
LUCY:
No, I mean… what are you doing, dealing drugs. I don’t know if you’ve been taking them, honestly I wouldn’t be surprised. You know Mum doesn’t endorse drugs. She just gets stressed sometimes... I know what it does to you, I LOVE YOU! I know that it -
RORY:
Wait!
(Whispers) How do you know?
LUCY:
It… it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry but I have to tell mum
RORY:
And give her another problem child.
LUCY:
At this rate, you just as much a problem child as I am, maybe even a little more.
RORY:
Well, it’s too late now anyway. That was Woods on the phone. Someone dobbed me in. Snakes.
LUCY:
Do you know who it was?
RORY:
It was Johnny
LUCY:
Why would he do that?
RORY:
Something… something came up
LUCY:
I’m worried about mum… this is probably reminding her of Uncle Dan. You messed up again
RORY:
(Rolling his eyes)
Hey! You’re not as innocent as you seem either! What about mum paying for all those sneaky piano ‘lessons’.
LUCY:
What are we going to do?
RORY:
We? Its mum’s problem not ours. You don’t know anything about it anyway
LUCY:
What about expulsion? Juvy? Paul said he’s been there. He said there was shit on the walls.
RORY:
God, no wonder why no ever calls you Mia Wallace, your nothing like her at all! Maybe you should try some. Don’t have any magic mushrooms on me though
LUCY:
It’s cocaine
Rory sneers at her.
LUCY:
Your still holding onto my arm.
RORY:
I know.
LUCY:
Why?
RORY:
I need you to do something for us.
SCENE 2:
EXT. Mia and Rory walking to Johnny’s house, Rory pulls his sister along by the arm. They suddenly stop as they notice their mother on Johnny’s porch interrogating Johnny and his mother.
MATILDA:
Now, I know you don’t think much of me Iracabeth, but I will severe our friendship even further in order to protect my son!
IRACABETH:
My son had nothing to do with this! Even if he did, it was your son that corrupted him in the first place! He was never the same since that first day of kindy. Devil eyes! And what about that strange daughter of yours! Now she looks like a real stoner… wearing that stupid wig and petting MY cat.
The mothers notice Mia and Rory. Johnny smirks at Rory. Rory looks down guiltily.
MATILDA:
(Running down the veranda steps)
Rory! Did Johnny convince you to take drugs? Tell me the truth sweetie pie.
IRACABETH:
(Waving a photograph in the air)
I have evidence!
RORY:
I don’t know who put the drugs there. It was proabably just someone pulling a prank. It was probably Johnny just scaring me, because, well…. Because of our fight.
MATILDA:
Fight?
RORY:
Johnny has been making up rumours about me because I’m not letting him date Lucy.
Johnny tries to hide his chuckle.
Mum looks at Mia, Johnny, then back to Mia, and then Iracabeth.
MUM:
Well! My darlings why didn’t you say so! Young love can be so challenging in our age. Why Iracabeth, you remember when Leonard was dating me and Kylie at once, myself completely oblivious!
The mother’s chatter fades into the background. Rory steps onto the veranda and whispers something to Johnny. They both smirk and look down on Lucy.
LUCY:
I need to think for a moment.
JOHNNY:
I’m rescheduling piano practice for four o clock tomorrow.
LUCY:
Oh, umm, I think I’m busy tomorrow afternoon…
JOHHNY + RORY:
(lLaughing)
Doing what?
LUCY:
Me and Paul were going to go for a walk in-
JOHNNY:
You are coming to your piano lesson with ME honeycake.
Johnny + Rory snigger.
JONNHY (talking to Rory):
Now let’s go smoke weed.
SCENE 3- TUESDAY
EXT. THE NEXT DAY. 4:00pm. Mia sits in her tree anxiously, holding on awkwardly. She has her earphones in listening to Fernando by Abba. Keeps on looking up and down the road for Paul. Her wig itches. Walks up to the diner, then the drive in, and walks back, anxious. Climbs back into her tree.
JOHNNY:
Pumpkin? Come down its time to play pianoooo.
Lucy looks down. Then fingers the carving of ‘fox force five’ to distract herself.
JOHNNY:
Please. Please come down. I want to tell you about this new vinyl I found. Francois Hardy, 1963.
Lucy makes her way down, when she trips and Johnny catches her. Piggy back rides her back to the house.
Fast forward to them at the piano. Lucy sits in Johnny’s lap, playing the piano as Johnny kisses her. Lucy kisses him back.
LUCY:
Wait was it this note? What finger goes on F sharp?
JOHNNY:
hmmm?
He continues to kiss her.
LUCY:
Johnny?
Lucy tries to get out of his hold, accidently hitting the low keys with her arm making a terrible sound.
Lucy turns to face him, still on his lap.
LUCY:
I’ve had enough! You promised me piano lessons and all I’ve learnt is ‘Strictly Strauss’.
JOHHNY:
Darling you don’t have… the proper fingers for piano.
He strokes her cheek with his fingertips and pulls her chin towards him. Mia pushes his shoulders back. Johnny laughs.
JOHHNY:
Well, luckily for you, that was our last lesson.
LUCY:
Why?
JOHNNY:
I have better things to do of a Thursday afternoon.
Johnny walks around the living room picking things up and putting them back down, looking at her mother’s collection of Knick knacks.
LUCY:
Like take drugs.
JOHNNY:
He sells them.
LUCY:
Pardon?
Johnny collapses on couch and rests his chin on the ledge, looking at her.
JOHNNY:
Rory, he’s selling. I’m his new business partner. You wouldn’t believe how many junkies there are at school. Paul is a regular customer of ours.
LUCY:
No he’s not.
Johnny smirks and lies back down.
Lucy walks to the foot of the couch.
LUCY:
Does Rory actually take them?
JOHNNY:
Yep.
LUCY:
And you do to.
JOHNNY:
Yep.
LUCY:
Please, make him stop.
MIA:
Please. Or I’ll tell mum the truth, and you’ll have to go and live with your dad again.
JOHNNY:
Listen.
Johnny looks around to see if anyone is in the room.
JOHNNY:
Go and close the door.
Lucy closes the door and kneels next to couch.
JOHNNY:
Next week, we are getting our biggest sale yet. Everyone in the school knows about us and everyone wants some. Till Friday next week you leave me and Rory to it. During that time we continue the fighting over you charade, and Friday night, I’ve broken up with you and Rory and I finish of the stuff we’ve got and we’re done.
LUCY:
Why do you have to pretend that you are fighting over me though?
JOHNNY:
One, it eliminates suspicion that the two of us have hatched some plan, i.e. possession of drugs. The parents know that nothing happens without the other involved. And two it explains our stoned behaviour.
LUCY:
Oh.
Lucy looks embarrassed.
JOHNNY:
I’m going to miss your kisses Mia. Thursday afternoons will never be the same.
Shouting can be heard in the background: “JOHNNY!”
RORY:
JOHNNY!
JOHNNY:
Yeah! I’m in here!
There is movement down the stairs.
RORY:
Let’s go practice.
Johnny gets up and walks over to the door.
RORY:
(whispering)
What did you tell her?
JOHNNY:
Just explaining what’s happening.
RORY:
She’ll tell mum.
JOHNNY:
Well you’re the favourite child, aren’t you?
LUCY:
Keep your promise.
RORY:
What promise?
JOHNNY:
(Muttering to Rory)
I’ll tell you later.
Rory and Johnny go upstairs for a band practice. Lucy spreads out on the floor, releasing deep breaths. Spots a cigarette packet that must have fallen out of Johnny’s pocket when he jumped onto the couch. She puts them in her pocket and leaves through the door.
SCENE 4- WEDNESDAY
EXT. PARK TRAIL, Lucy and Paul.
PAUL:
Mia? Why do you call yourself that? Like, what about your real name.
Paul walks across the rocks on the stream, Lucy following behind.
LUCY:
Well, I guess it’s much more fun being Mia Wallace than Kate. Kate sounds so ordinary you know? I wish I had her confidence. And her hair. Sometimes I think it upsets mum though, that I don’t use my real name.
Lucy and Paul sit on Pauls jacket on some wet rocks above a stream. Australian rainforest sounds.
LUCY:
Look what I found in my living room this morning.
Lucy takes out the packet of cigarettes.
PAUL:
Awesome.
LUCY:
Do you smoke?
PAUL:
Once or twice.
Lucy:
Should I try?
PAUL:
If you want.
Lucy watches as he picks a cigarette.
LUCY:
What If I die though?
PAUL:
Aww damn! No lighter.
Lucy giggles.
LUCY:
Maybe it was a sign from God.
Their legs dangle over the edge of the rocks.
LUCY:
I think they are Johnny’s.
There is silence as Paul’s eyes widen. Paul flicks her leg.
PAUL:
Hairy.
LUCY:
Hey, I’m going to shave tonight.
PAUL:
Most girls wax.
LUCY:
( in a jokingly condescending tone)
What do you know about girls.
Silence.
LUCY:
Close your eyes and you can hear the water fairies of the stream harvesting water droplets.
Paul throws his head back and laughs.
Paul turns to Mia.
PAUL:
You’re pretty cute.
LUCY:
Do you have a lighter at home?
PAUL:
Why do you ask?
LUCY:
Maybe I can come over to your house and you can watch as I taint my lungs with my first cigarette.
Paul laughs, however goes silent when he realises she is serious.
PAUL:
I dunno… actually I gotta go… do homework
Paul gets up and pulls the jacket from under them, making Lucy stand up. Paul moves quickly back to his bike, Lucy trying to keep up behind him.
Paul rides on his bike home. She walks the rest of the trail back by herself, smiling to herself in a melancholy sort of way and stumbling along, picking daisies as she goes. Paul and his gang of boys on bikes zoom past. She goes to the diner and sits staring at nothing for hours with a five dollar shake. She gets a notification on her phone, a text from Paul that reads: “hey, if you run into Johnny, don’t mention us going to the stream, okay? I’m not busy, do you want to go to moonlight?”. She sits and Paul picks her up on his bike and they ride to the drive in movie. They watch the movie and giggle awkwardly. Bloody and gory film plays.
SCENE 5- THURSDAY
INT. Lucy’s bedroom with the morning light shining in. You can hear drumming and guitars and shouting. Lucy gets out of bed and opens her brother’s door. Inside her brother and Johnny are playing with their band, performing Richard Hell, Love Comes in Spurts. They are red eyed and sweaty, dancing in a deranged fashion. Johnny winks at Lucy in her pyjamas. She slams the door quickly and runs downstairs. She sits by her tree. Paul and his friends ride their bikes past her. Paul pretends not to see her. She walks around the town, sits in the diner for a while, runs across the field that is the moonlight drive in, and pretends to be goldilocks in the woods. She walks around the shopping mall and notices Paul and his friends lazing around in the food court.
(Approaching cautiously) LUCY:
Hey Paul.
PAUL:
(Looking up shocked)
“Oh… hey Lucy.”
His friends look up and smirk.
LUCY:
I…I am-
FRIEND #1:
Yeah, we know all about you.
(He laughs under his breath)
All eyes are on Mia. It is silent.
PAUL:
C’mon, let’s go do something.
FRIEND #2 whistles the other friends yell profanities as they walk away.
PAUL:
They were just messing around.
LUCY:
Oh.
A silent tear runs down Lucy’s eye.
They walk silently around the shop. They find themselves in a chemist.
PAUL:
Hey Lucy… look at this.
LUCY:
I don’t know… the colour is perfect… and the outfit will be complete once I finish sewing the pants, but, mum will get angry.
PAUL:
(In mocking tone)
“I am an anarchist and I hate the establishment but I don’t want to upset my mummy by dying my hair a perfectly normal colour!”
LUCY:
Alright, let’s get it.
PAUL:
Hey, I’m kidding, I don’t want to pressure you into it (he winks suggestively).
LUCY:
No, I want to. But only if we go to the diner tonight.
PAUL:
Like a date?
LUCY:
…um… no… I guess it doesn’t have to be.
PAUL:
Cool. I’ll stop by your house with the bike at 8:00?
LUCY:
Yep. I’m just going to go pay.
PAUL:
Its only $12. Just slip it in your bag.
LUCY:
No, I can’t do that!
PAUL:
Fine, I’ll do it then.
LUCY:
Fine, you’ll be sent to the police.
The scene fast-forwards to them walking towards her home.
LUCY:
I always think I’m cool and gangster wife like Mia Wallace, but really I’m pathetic at it. I could never steal something and make it look cool.
PAUL:
It’s a gift from me then. Use that crazy imagination of yours to pretend I paid for it and wrapped it up.
LUCY:
Cool.
They continue the walk in silence, awkwardly bumping in to each other.
LUCY:
You’re my best friend Paul.
Paul laughs to himself and blushes.
PAUL:
Cool.
SCENE 6- FRIDAY
EXT. afternoon. Johnny, Rory and Lucy sit outside under the tree, their mothers chatting on the patio. Lucy’s head is on Johnny’s lap, and Johnny leans against the tree playing with Lucy’s new black hair. Rory lies on his side next to them, blowing daises.
JOHNNY:
I hate it.
MIA:
It was for Mia Wallace. It makes me feel good
JOHNNY:
It’s horrible.
Johnny tries to make some go in her mouth.
LUCY:
How much longer do I have to lie here?
RORY:
Until we say so.
JOHNNY:
You know, I’m really enjoying this relationship. I get to come over to Rory’s twice as often now without being accused of ‘being up to no good’.
Johnny laughs to himself.
Johnny looks towards the mothers.
JOHNNY:
Look at them, so naïve and peaceful.
RORY looks up scheming at Johnny.
RORY:
I don’t know, I think they need some more convincing.
Rory looks at Lucy.
JOHNNY:
(Sarcastically)
Why… What were you thinking Rory?
RORY:
Kiss him. C’mon do it, on the mouth. 10 seconds. In front of Mum.
LUCY:
No.
JOHNNY:
Awww don’t be a party-pooper. Nothing to be scared of. I’m sure you’ve had a lot of practice on your little boy toy Paul. Anyway, you used to love my kisses. You should have seen her Rory, the minute I’d sit down to teach her a piece she would jump onto my lap like a little slu---
LUCY:
(Raising her voice)
Don’t you dare say a bad thing about Paul. He’s my best friend! I’ve had enough of this stupid game. I’m telling mum the truth.
Later on
There is knocking at the door.
JOHNNY:
Knock, knock, knock?
Lucy lies on her bed crying silently.
JOHNNY:
Mia? Mi Mi?
Johnny sits on the edge of the bed and puts his hand on her back.
JOHNNY:
I’m sorry Mi Mi. I was just trying to make you laugh. You need more laughs honey. Paul doesn’t give you the attention you deserve. Does he make you laugh like I do?
Johnny lies down next to Lucy, spooning, holding her tight, with his large body encasing her tiny one. Sniffling and whimpers can be heard. Lucy turns her face toward him.
LUCY:
Johnny?
JOHNNY:
Oh Lucy. I’m so fucking depressed. All I have is me pills. You’re not going to tell your mum about it are you? I don’t want to ruin our friendship or me and Rory’s friendship. If you told now my mum would be heartbroken. I’ll be taken in. Rory too. Then I won’t even have my pills to comfort me.
Lucy runs her fingers through his hair.
LUCY:
You’ve gotten yourself into a lot of trouble.
Johnny moves his head and kisses her palm against his mouth.
JOHNNY:
I know. I’ll get rid of it. I’ll never use again. We keep it a secret and I’ll get rid of it. I promise pumpkin.
Lucy nods and turns around again, and they fall asleep.
SCENE 7:
INT. Paul runs up the stairs two at a time, and carefully opens Lucy’s door so he doesn’t wake her. He creeps in, ready to surprise her, when he sees Johnny and Lucy lying together, Lucy’s head furrowed in Johnny’s chest.
SCENE 8: SATURDAY
EXT. Lucy is walking home in the afternoon/ evening when she receives a call.
LUCY:
Mum?
MATILDA:
Hello Darling. Just letting you know that Iracabeth and I are having a ladies night out, so I thought it would be lovely of me to invite Johnny to stay the night with you and keep you company, now that you two are so close.
LUCY:
Why can’t Rory look after me?
MATILDA:
He has to urgently visit a friend tonight. Now please don’t make trouble! You should be thankful that I am such a modern woman, letting your boyfriend sleep over! Goodbye dearie, and please, do not call me. I don’t want my night interrupted.
LUCY:
What if the house goes on fire?
MATILDA:
Then we shall all ‘Unburdened, crawl toward death’.
Lucy walks forlorn along the street, when she walks past her tree. Stapled to it is a poster of Paul, declared MISSING.
Later
Upstairs in Lucy’s room, 8:30. Johnny lies in the bed playing with her toy bear and plane, making the bear terrorise the plane.
LUCY:
He’s not answering.
Johnny sighs dramatically and turns on his side, facing Mia in the bathroom.
JOHNNY:
Why do you still give a shit. Now come to bed (patting the bed seductively).
LUCY:
Stop it! Get out if you’re going to act like that!”
Johnny collapses back on the bed.
JOHNNY:
C’mon baby. I’ll tell you what makes a lethal mob wife crack addict? Not caring about anything. You should try not caring. Its makes life so much easier.
LUCY:
Stop it! He is missing!
Lucy begins to cry hysterically. Johnny looks up at her.
LUCY:
We have to go and find him! I can’t leave him out there! I can’t
JOHNNY:
I thought you had finished with him!
LUCY:
He’s my best friend
JOHNNY:
Why would I want to help him? He was the one who snitched.
LUCY:
Please. You know it’s the right thing to do. Rory is going to get rid of the stuff tonight, isn’t he? He told mum that he was going to a friend’s house. That is what he’s doing right?
JOHNNY:
…. Yeah, yeah… I um, bumped into him on the way up.
LUCY:
I’ll be your girlfriend forever.
JOHNNY:
I don’t want you to my girlfriend forever.
LUCY:
Why?
JOHNNY:
Frigid, virgin face.
Mia holds onto him, hugging him. Johnny is squashed in an uncomfortable position.
LUCY:
Please help me, I need your help. You don’t have to be depressed anymore, I know you’re a good guy.
Johnny and Mia stare look at one another deeply. Johnny tries to pull back.
JOHNNY:
Ok... You said Rory is at someone’s house? Whose house? (siting up very alert)
LUCY:
Uh I don’t know mum didn’t tell me.
JOHNNY:
Is it Matthews house?
LUCY:
I don’t know, I don’t know anyone called Matthew.
JOHNNY:
Ok, bub I’ll be gone for 5 minutes, I need to check it out.
LUCY:
Check what out?
JOHNNY:
Devils food.
Later- 12:30/. INT. Lucy lies in the bath, cold and singing to herself, writing in the condensation on the wall.
SCENE 9 SUNDAY
INT. Lucy wakes up to le temp la mour by Francois Hardy. The following is a montage. She is in the bathroom putting on eyeliner, red lipstick, wig, shirt and pants, dads army hat and packing her backpack with water, tim tams, torch, phone, lighter and book.
She goes on the train, stopping off at random places, hiking, walking through shopping centres. The wig is sticky with sweat. She has trouble with her train ticket so she decides to detour on a hike in the local parks.
It is 8:00 at night by the time she returns to her town. She stops to rest at the tree, and notices that the missing poster has been torn and is flying in the wind, holding on by a thread.
Johnny’s car stops in front of the tree.
LUCY:
(Tearing up)
You said you would help me.
JOHNNY:
Sorry, something came up.
(his eyes and red and tired)
He’s still missing huh?
JOHHNY:
Are you hungry?
Lucy doesn’t answer. She cried silently to herself.
JOHNNY:
Come on, get in.
Lucy doesn’t.
JOHNNY:
Lucy, come on!
Lucy doesn’t listen. Johnny gets out of the car and guides Lucy to the car. He takes her to the moonlight cinema where they watch a cheap horror film.
Johnny rests his head on her shoulder.
LUCY:
What are drugs like?
JOHNNY:
I don’t know… there nice I guess.
LUCY:
I want some. She has so much fun. You’re cooler with drugs.
Johnny looks at her. Lucy stares at the screen.
JOHNNY:
You’re really hot… have you had any water today?
Johnny passes her a plastic bottle of water.
SCENE 10
JOHNNY:
We’ve been walking for hours.
LUCY:
It’s okay, just think, we’ll find Paul soon.
JOHNNY:
Yay.
The trees branches magically move away revealing a silver lake.
LUCY:
Paul? Paul! There he is! Paul! Paul it’s me! Paul! Paul!
Paul has a ghostly look about him, he is very pale.
PAUL:
Lucy? No… no its not Lucy.
Lucy:
I’m right here!
Johnny stands behind her his hand on her shoulder, looking at Paul.
There is a whispering noise in the background:
WHISP CREATURE:
(Whispering)
Paul, Paul, its night-time Paul. Time to say goodbye and go to sleep. Into the woods, that’s it.
A wood creature in the form of a white ghostly girl appears out of the wood, transparent, her dress and crown made of spiderwebs, dew drops and abandoned plastic bags and coke cans.
LUCY:
Wait, what’s happening?
WHISP CREATURE:
Leave!
JOHNNY:
C’mon, C’mon Lucy! Let’s go!
Lucy stays in the same spot. Paul is just beyond her reach. The whisp creature slowly transforms into a gooey mass, her limbs moulded from soft drink cans and her skin turns a icky swamp green.
The following occurs in slow-motion, videogame style:
The whisp draws a sword.
Lucy draws a gun.
The whisp is dead.
Paul moves a little from behind the trees, cautiously.
LUCY:
I’m dead without you.
SCENE 11
Lucy wakes up in Johnny’s car. She hits her head on the dashboard. Johnny is outside, peeing behind a bush. She sees him and runs out of the car down to home. On the way she passes the diner. Paul is inside, but she doesn’t see him. He looks out, illuminated by the pink diner, his face pressed against the glass. Lucy runs down past her tree; however she sees Paul standing right there with his bike. He is sweating and has a large old Tshirt on, with on it and holes in the knees of his jeans. Mia runs into his arms crying harder. He holds on to her tight.
SCENE 12
INT. Lucy and Paul sit on Lucy’s window seat, windows open and looking out into the summer night sky.
Lucy’s turn table plays.
Paul wears an old ACDC shirt and Lucy wears a suxie suouix shirt. They smoke cigarettes, and look dreamily out into the sky, awkwardly looking at one another when the other doesn’t see.
Lucy holds Pauls arm out and unfurls his hand; he takes his cigarette out with the other.
PAUL:
MMmm?
Lucy says the following, he fingers walking up and down his arm, outlining his veins and random little freckles, the softness of his wrist.
Paul giggles.
The camera zooms out as you hear pots and pans crashing from next door and a flickering street light.
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