Milo walks out of his house with an overnight bag; not enthusiastic whatsoever. His mother walks out of the front door, closing it behind her.
Milo: I still don’t understand why I can’t just say home–
Eloise: We had this discussion countless times already; you are too young to stay home by yourself for a week…
Milo: I’m 15, mom!
Eloise: And no 15-year-old should be left on their own for a week, and that’s that!
Milo sucked his teeth as he and his mom crossed the street and began to walk up the front steps of Jennifer’s house.
Eloise: Seriously Milo, what has gotten into you lately? You’re staying with Jennifer and her family; this isn’t the first time you done so…
Eloise knocks on the front door; Milo loudly sighs. The front door opens; Jennifer’s mom, Lydia, is the one that answers the door.
Eloise: Lydia!
The two ladies greet each other and hug.
Lydia: Where are you and your husband going this time?
Eloise: Just a quick conference in the Chicago area; we should be back in a couple of days.
Lydia looks at Milo and smiles. He politely smiles back.
Eloise: Thank you again for caring over Milo while we’re away, Lydia.
Lydia: Milo knows he’s always welcomed here.
Milo politely smiles; removing it once no one is looking. Lydia opens the door, letting Milo into the house. After saying goodbye to Eloise, Lydia closes the front door behind her.
Lydia: You can leave your bag down here for the time being; Pep is upstairs in her room.
Milo: Thank you, Lydia.
Milo turns around and walks toward the staircase, leading upstairs to the bedrooms of the house. Milo walks down the hall; to his surprise, Jennifer’s door is open. He looks into the room; Jennifer looks up from her desk and rolls her eyes, looking back at her computer.
Milo: Well hello to you too.
Milo walks into the room and sits on Jennifer’s bed. She immediately looks up at him.
Jennifer: What are you doing?
Milo: … sitting on your bed?
Jennifer: Who told you you can sit on my bed?
Milo: *confused* I always sit on your bed when I come over?
Jennifer rolls her eyes and goes back to looking at the computer. She furiously types on the keyboard.
Milo: Telling Nicki that I’m at your place and you wish I drop dead in a ditch or something?
Jennifer sighs; annoyed. She finally faces Milo and crosses her arms.
Jennifer: I don’t know who told you we were friends again; clearly we aren’t.
Milo: You really think I want to spend the next couple of days with someone that doesn’t put the same value in me as I do them?
Jennifer: *angry* Really? We’re playing that game now?
Milo: Pep, you still haven’t told me the complete truth about what happened between you and Danny, and that bothers me. It doesn’t make any sense that you would let someone like him get close to you; not only in the band, but to your other best friend?
Jennifer: Why does it matter–
Milo: *angry* Because I’m supposed to be your best friend, Pep! I’m suppose to be the one to protect you from scumbags like that! I’m suppose to have these guys fear even fucking with you because they know if they do, they have to go through me!
Jennifer: *scoffs* You think you can do all of that for me? Please, you know you’re not even the type to do all of that anyway…
Before Jennifer can turn her chair back to the computer, Milo turns it around to face him.
Milo: I’m serious, Pep. What the fuck are you hiding from me about this guy? Why are you even protecting him–
Jennifer: *angry* Just fucking drop it already!
Milo: *louder* What the fuck is the truth, Pep?
Jennifer: *screams* You wanna know, asshole?
Milo: *screams* Just fucking spit it out already–
Jennifer gets up from her seat and grabs Milo by the collar of his shirt, bunching it up into a fist.
Jennifer: Danny was the one that took me to get an abortion, douchebag.
Jennifer releases Milo and pushes him back toward her bed. Milo straightens himself out quickly.
Jennifer: You fucking happy now, Milo? Huh? Huh!
Milo: *in shock* Wait… what?
Jennifer: *angry* Will that fucking satisfy your need to be absolutely fucking annoying–
Milo: *gets up* Pep!
Jennifer and Milo look at each other for a brief moment; nothing is said.
Milo: What. The. Fuck?
Jennifer rolls her eyes and goes back to her desk.
Milo: Why the fuck didn’t you tell me this when it happened?
Jennifer: *angry* For this exact reason. You wouldn’t understand the decisions I had to make and the reasoning behind letting all of this be in the fucking past.
Milo: *speechless* You… you were pregnant?
Jennifer: *annoyed* You keep asking all these dumb questions I already told you the answers to–
Milo: *angry* So you were just going to keep that secret from me? Does Nicki know?
Jennifer doesn’t say anything back. Milo nods his head, already knowing the answer.
Milo: So, Danny knows because, well, he was there with you when it happened; and Nicki knows because if she didn’t, she wouldn’t have ever made any advances towards a guy that literally fucked you and dipped–
Jennifer: You don’t know the story–
Milo: And I’m suppose to be your best friend, the one person that wouldn’t have known anything like this if Danny didn’t mention it.
Jennifer: … Danny told you?
Milo: No, he told me to ask you to tell me the entire story before I put any judgment on him; I guess he really is some stand-up guy since he was capable of telling me some truth–
Jennifer: *angry* This had nothing to do with you, and just because you’re my “best friend” doesn’t mean you have to know everything that’s going on with me.
Milo: *angry* That’s literally the job of being a best friend! They are the one person that should know everything going on with them!
Jennifer rolls her eyes and gets up from her desk chair.
Jennifer: *scoffs* Yeah, and you’re trying to tell me I know every little thing happening in your life now?
Milo hesitates for a brief moment.
Milo: I don’t have anything to hide from you, because you’re my best friend.
Milo gets up from where he was sitting to walk towards the bedroom door.
Milo: But like I said, it seems like I’m the only one being the decent best friend in this friendship.
Milo walks out of Jennifer’s room as she slams the door shut. Milo shakes his head and begins to walk down the stairs towards the living room where his overnight bag is located.
Letters From Liz. 