The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage High-School Decisions: A Scene.

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Class is in session and this particular 8th grade class is reviewing some work for an upcoming test. Milo rests his head on his hand; he is clearly bored as he doodles in his notebook. Once the teacher stops talking, she faces the class and makes an announcement.

Teacher: Now that we were able to do some reviewing for your midterm, I wanted to end the class period handing these out.

She walks to her desk and picks up a pile of envelopes. Milo’s eyes widen.

Teacher: These came in earlier today and I know many of you are curious and anxiously waiting decisions for high-school…

The crowd uproars in chatter, they are all interested and anticipating the decisions.

Teacher: Now, I expect you guys to stay in your seats, and no yelling or screaming. I understand your excitement, but please keep it to yourself until your lunch period.

The teacher begins to hand out the envelopes to students. Milo stares at the teacher as she does; Mollie notices it and rolls her eyes.

The teacher is now at Milo’s desk; she shuffles through the envelopes.

Teacher: Milo Kamalani… *takes the envelope out of the pile* Here you go.

Milo takes the envelope and opens the envelope quickly. He unfolds the paper and reads what the paper says:

Waverly High-School of the Performing Arts - Vocal/Band Duo Major

Milo’s eyes widen in shock. He smiles and tries his hardest to keep his composure. He looks around to see everyone looking at their letters and see their reactions.

During the lunch period, Sophie walks to get her food from the lunch counter. She picks up a tray and walks towards her usual table.

She sits down and sees Laurie in a bad mood. Simon looks nervous trying to comfort her, but doesn’t say anything when Laurie begins to wipe off tears from her eyes.

Sophie: Hey, what’s going on?

Laurie: *annoyed* Yeah, Simon – tell her what’s going on?

Simon: I didn’t get into Waverly High.

Sophie doesn’t look as surprised, but plays along when Laurie starts crying.

Laurie: We were supposed to go to Waverly together, babe!

Simon: I know, but maybe they just didn’t want me to go there…

Sophie walks the interaction between the two. Her eyebrows rise up when she hears Laurie got accepted to Waverly.

Simon: Did you get accepted to Waverly, Soph?

Sophie: *coldly* I did.

Simon: *to Laurie* See, babe! Sophie’s gonna be there with you!

Laurie: *bratty* I don’t care about Sophie being there! I care about you being there!

Simon continues to try to calm down Laurie. Sophie’s appetite disappears, so she gets up and picks up her tray.

Simon: Where are you going?

Sophie: I’m going to go to one of the music rooms and do some work for this project…

She walks away from the table and throws her tray of good away. Before she can turn around and leave, Simon is right behind her.

Sophie: *startled* Bloody hell, Simon.

Simon: Please can you stay with Laurie? She’s driving me mad.

Sophie: I think as her boyfriend, that’s typically your job to stay with her when she’s sad.

She cross her amrs around her chest.

Sophie: From my memory of audition day, I don’t remember seeing you auditioning there.

Simon: I didn’t want to.

Sophie: So you lied to Laurie and told her you didn’t get in?

Simon: *annoyed* I didn’t want her to be mad at me. You know I never wanted to go to that school.

Sophie: I know.

Sophie walks away from Simon without saying anything else. She walks out of the lunchroom.

Sophie walks down the hallway of the music rooms, clearly looking for someone. She stops at one of the doors and sees Milo practicing something on his guitar. She smiles and knocks on the door. Milo looks up and sees Sophie standing by the window. Milo unlocks the door and lets Sophie in.

Milo: What brings you here, Scout?

Sophie: I didn’t feel like eating with Laurie and them today.

Sophie places her bookbag on the ground and sits in a chair across from Milo.

Sophie: Apparently, Laurie is sad because Simon didn’t make it into Waverly.

Milo: She’s going to Waverly?

Sophie nods her head and Milo sucks his teeth. Sophie raises an eyebrow as she looks at Milo.

Sophie: You made it into Waverly?

Milo doesn’t say anything; he just smiles. Sophie gasps and stands up from her seat, giving a hug to Milo.

Sophie: I’m so happy for you! I know how much work you put into that audition.

Milo: Thanks, Scout. I got in as a duo major; vocal and band.

Sophie: *eyes widen* That’s amazing… as long as you don’t take a spot on violins, we can still be friends…

Milo smirks; he knows what Sophie meant by that.

Milo: No violins, just percussion.

Sophie smiles and gets excited in her seat.

Sophie: I’m so happy that we’re going to Waverly!

Milo: *smiles* Me too.

After school, Milo is seen carrying his guitar case on his back with his books in his hands. He looks around, looking for somebody. When he sees the person he’s looking for, he waves his hand.

Milo: Mol!

Mollie stops and looks at Milo. She looks in the other direction and walks away with Ronnie. Milo takes in a deep breath and walks away from the school.

The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage Screw Up: A Scene.

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Milo stands in the kitchen, looking at his father and Jennifer, who sit at the kitchen table. He doesn’t say anything or move, he just stands there in hopes one of his parents says something first. They don’t.

Milo: *nervously laughs* Home before midnight! Parents in those movies where the teenager breaks their curfew would… love…that…

Milo Sr and Jennifer don’t respond. They sit there, not amused with Milo.

Jennifer: *to Milo Sr* So, do we ground him now, or yell at him for lying to us about tonight?

Milo Sr: Why not both?

Jennifer: Works for me.

Milo panics and drops the act, he drops his bag onto the floor.

Milo: I’m sorry, I had to finish the project, I swear I wasn’t gone for that long I–

Milo Sr: You still lied to us, Milo! You also ditched Mollie’s party to *air quotes* finish the project.

Jennifer: There has to be more to this story than you’re telling us.

Milo: No! I swear!

Milo kneels to the floor to open his bookbag and pulls out his notebook. He flips through the pages to show his dad and Jennifer. After some time, Milo Sr and Jennifer believe him, but still is skeptical about Milo’s motive.

Milo Sr: Milo, it’s the fact that you missed Mollie’s birthday party. Mollie’s your best friend, she was asking about you all night.

Milo: She’ll be fine, she’s always over here anyway and I can make it up to her–

Jennifer: Milo, that’s not the point! You lied to us. We had no idea where you were tonight!

Milo: *annoyed* Well I went out to finish my project! Is that so bad to do?

Jennifer: When you’re coming home at 10 at night without us knowing!

Milo Sr: Pep.

Jennifer gets up from her chair and walks out of the kitchen once she hears Micah come out of his room. Milo and hid dad are the only ones left in the kitchen. There’s a long pause before anything else is said.

Milo Sr: Is there more to this project than you’re telling us?

Milo: *off-guard* What?

Milo Sr: Is this more about the person you’re doing the project with?

Milo doesn’t know how to answer the question. Milo Sr takes a deep breath.

Milo Sr: Milo…

Milo: *defensive* It’s just a stupid project that has to get done! That’s it!

Milo Sr: To me, it sounds like you have a crush on this girl you’re working on this project with.

Milo: *angry* No! You’re wrong! Just–

Milo grabs his bookbag and tries to walk past his father.

Milo Sr: *shouts* You;re still ground, Milo.

The door slams shut. Milo Sr takes off his glasses to rub his eyes. Jennifer enters the kitchen after Milo leaves to go into his room. Jennifer sits down next to Milo, brushing his dreadlocks away from his face.

Milo: We’re in trouble, Pep.

Jennifer doesn’t say anything, she just listens to Milo talk.

The following Monday, Milo walks in the hallway in school, towards his locker. He looks up to see Mollie at her locker, getting her things together before class.

Milo: Yo, Mol! You wanna go get pizza after school? I do have to be home before 3:30 so maybe we can just–

Mollie slams her locker shut, and looks at Milo.

Mollie: I’m busy.

Milo: … Okay, how about tomorrow?

Mollie: *annoyed* No.

Mollie zips up her backpack and tries to walk in the other direction.

Milo: What’s wrong with you today?

Mollie: Hmm, I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact that my own best friend missed my birthday to go out with one of the plastics and *air quotes* finish your project.

Milo: Who told you that?

Mollie: It doesn’t matter how I found out! You really ditched me to hang out with one of Laurie’s dumb friends! Like, are you stupid, Milo?!

Milo: Look, I promised her we would finish up the project on Friday!

Mollie: And it couldn’t have been another day? It had to be on my fucking 14th birthday?!

Milo doesn’t say anything. Mollie turns around in disgust.

Milo: Wait, Mol!

Mollie: No, Milo. Clearly you don’t care about me, so why should I care about you? Go hang out with that bitch–

Milo: *defensive* Sophie isn’t a bitch!

Mollie scoffs in disbelief.

Mollie: You’re really sticking up for a girl who you only met like three months ago on this stupid project? Whatever. See you when I see you, traitor.

Mollie walks off and leaves Milo standing near the lockers. In the other direction, Sophie looks at Milo and the argument that he had with Mollie. She turns around towards the other direction, sad.

The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage Tightrope: A Scene.

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Milo is seen in his room, getting ready to go out for the night. He stares at himself in the mirror, fixing up his hair and glasses. A knock is heard on the door; it’s his dad checking up on him.

Milo Sr: You ready, bud?

Milo: I guess.

Milo Sr: You’ll be fine, Milo. It’s only Mollie’s house.

Milo: Yeah, with everyone she knows… *sigh* Dad–

Milo looks at his father, not completely himself.

Milo: I really don’t feel good to go out tonight.

Milo Sr: It’s Mollie’s birthday party though.

Milo: I’ll text her or something; she’s probably gonna be with all of her friends anyway to notice me not there.

Milo Sr takes a deep breath in.

Milo Sr: Are you sure you want to do this?

Milo: Please. I just don’t feel good.

Milo Sr: *sighs* Alright. Jennifer and I should be back from the party around 10 to put Micah to bed. Behave yourself. Get some rest. We’ll call you to check to see how you’re doing.

Milo: Thanks, dad.

Milo Sr smiles at his son and walks towards the front door and out of the house. Once the door is shut, Milo runs to his phone and dials up a number.

Milo: Hey, you wanted to work on the project tonight? *pause* Mollie wasn’t bothered, she knows we gotta graduate. *pause* I’ll meet you there.

Milo hangs up the phone and gathers his bookbag to go out.

Milo and Sophie sit on a ledge near the pier in Brooklyn Heights. Their breath is visible in the cold, winter air.

Milo: You picked the coldest place to be, Scout.

Sophie: *laughs* Hey, you told me to pick the next place.

Both teens look out into the water; across the waters is the sight of all of the lights brightly lit in Manhattan.

Sophie: I don’t think I got into Waverly.

Milo: *looks at Sophie* Why do you say that?

Sophie: *hesitant* I just feel like everyone is better than me. Like I don’t deserve a spot in their school or something.

Milo: Just because you don’t dance ballet or sing in a choir? So what? You play an instrument.

Sophie: Yeah, and how many girls actually make it into the bad at that school? I mean, you’ve seen their performances!

Milo: And?

Sophie: I just don’t see myself being one of the few girls in their ensemble. *sigh* Maybe he was right.

Milo: Who?

Sophie doesn’t say anything at first.

Milo: *puts two-and-two together* Simon.

Sophie: He was always the better player. I always took his advice seriously because no matter what he would tell me, I always got better because of it…

Milo wants to say something, but he sees Sophie’s head already in a different place. He knows to now just listen.

Sophie: I came here the night I find out he was dating Laurie. I was so upset. We fought over the phone and told me that Laurie was prettier. More talented. Better than I would ever be.

Milo: Sophie–

Sophie: –And I believed everything that he said. Why wouldn’t I? Everything he’s told me before always was right. So I came here right before the summer started. I jumped and swam deeper and deeper to the bottom. I felt truly alone. I don’t remember how I got out of the water; I just remember coughing and trying to catch my breath on the pier.

Milo is at a loss for words. He takes his legs away from the edge and folds them. He moves Sophie’s legs out of the edge as well.

Milo: Did you ever tell anyone?

Sophie shakes her head.

Sophie: If my mom ever found out I did that, she would send me back to the UK to live with my nan. Something like this in Korean culture is extremely looked down upon.

Milo: Did you ever tell Simon though?

Sophie: No.

Milo: Sophie… why are you still friends with Laurie after everything she’s caused you?

Sophie: *annoyed* What other choice do I got? It’s either be friends with her and get saved the bullying, or go against her and have my life be a living hell.

Milo: I’m your friend!

Sophie: And you best friend hates my guts, so really; are we friends? Or do you just tolerate me for the project nowadays?

Milo: *mad* I’m here with you when I could be with my best friend at her birthday party, Sophie. Don’t act like I don’t care about you. If you didn’t think I did, you wouldn’t have told me your story.

Sophie’s eyes water up, she looks out into the ocean and doesn’t say anything. Milo just looks at her.

Milo: I… really fucking care about you, Sophie.

Sophie wipes her eyes and begins to get up. Milo follows her gestures.

Sophie: I- I should get going, my mom will–

Milo grabs Sophie by the arm and hugs her tight. Sophie is hesitant at first, but then slowly puts her arms around Milo. They share a moment together. After the hug, he looks down at her.

Milo: You’re… so pretty. So talented, and funny and a great friend.

Sophie smiles and kisses Milo’s cheek.

Sophie: Thank you.

Milo smiles and walks away from the pier with Sophie.

Milo is shown running down a block towards a house. He runs up the steps of the house and begins to unlock the door with his keys. He walks through the studio towards the back way of the apartment, and quietly walks the stairs. He reaches the door where the kitchen is located and tries to sneak his way into the apartment. He turns around and screeches.

His dad and Jennifer stand in the kitchen, looking at their son.

The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage Pity Party: A Scene.

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Kids chatter in the classroom as they sit with their partners to discuss their projects with one another. While everyone is carrying on conversation with each other, Milo and Sophie sit silently at their table. Milo twirls around his pencil as Sophie plays with the eraser on the desk. Milo looks at Sophie when he finally hears her speak.

Sophie: So, how did your audition go?

Milo: It was cool… yours?

Sophie: It was… cool as well.

Milo: Cool.

Sophie drops the eraser and sighs.

Sophie: What are we doing? We’re supposed to be friends.

Milo: Are we not?

Sophie: By the way you’re acting towards me, it doesn’t feel like it. I wanna be able to talk to you about the audition. I wanna be able to do this project without feeling awkward. I wanna hear you call me Scout again!

Milo can’t help but smile at the last sentence Sophie said. Sophie faintly smiles back.

Sophie: I’m sorry.

Milo: I’m sorry too.

Sophie: Friends?

Sophie hold out her pinky finger towards Milo. He looks down at it, smiles, and then reaches out for it with his pinky finger.

Milo: Friends.

Sophie smiles as they make up by pinky swearing their friendship. They hold onto each other’s fingers just a little too long. They slowly release each other and get back to business.

Sophie: So, the project–

Milo: You pick the place.

Sophie: *confused* But, it’s your turn to document a place.

Milo: We’ll start this project again on your place… I also need to think of another place so I rather you go first.

Sophie: Friday?

Milo: Friday.

Sophie laughs and Milo feels giddy inside. The feeling goes away when someone calls out his name. He looks up and sees Mollie coming over with her partner, Ronnie. Milo looks up and sees the girls walking over to his table.

Mollie: Yo, are you free on Friday? Of course you’re free — anyway, you’re coming to my party, right?

Milo’s eyes widen. Mollie reads them.

Mollie: You totally forgot about my birthday; what kind of best friend forgets their best friend’s birthday?

Before Milo can say anything, he sees Laurie and the rest of the girls come towards Sophie’s table. Once Laurie reaches the table, she rolls her eyes at the sight of Mollie.

Laurie: Come on, Soph, I’m done with the project for today.

Mollie rolls her eyes and coughs an inaudible insult. Laurie looks at Mollie.

Laurie: Was I talking to you, Castro?

Mollie: Was I talking to you, Whoring Warren?

Sophie and Milo’s eyes widen at the comment. Laurie is furious.

Laurie: You know no one is going to show up to your self-pity party, right?

Mollie: *sarcastically* Man, to even think that I’ll be hanging out with my friends at my party instead of sticking my tongue down a nasty jock’s tongue for most of the party really must make my party uncool and boring. *to Simon* Did you enjoy her tongue touching your tonsils?

Simon: You better watch who you’re talking to, bitch.

Milo stands up from his seat. Sophie looks mortified.

Milo: Have some respect for a girl, dude.

Simon: *to Milo* Why don’t you go wear panties and skirts with your best friend, asswipe.

Milo: At least I don’t have to flaunt my masculinity to feel superior.

Sophie: *worried* Milo–

Milo: You know what type of guys do that? Guys that don’t feel manly enough.

Simon: At least I got a girlfriend. Who do you got? Some tomboy best friend that probably likes other girls *touches Sophie’s shoulder* You better be careful, she might just try to kiss you.

Sophie forcefully shoves her shoulders away from Simon’s hand.

Mollie: Whatever, meat head.

Simon: You wanna act like a guy, I’ll treat you like a guy–

The teacher calls out for the students and the chatter dies down. They all look at the teacher as she tells the students to take their seats. Laurie and Simon move away from Milo and Sophie, as well as Mollie and her project partner. Milo looks at Sophie, who is visibly angry.

Milo: I’m- I’m sorry, Scout.

Sophie: Why must you start with him? It’s better if you let him talk about of his bum. He shuts up faster.

Milo laughs at the response. Sophie smiles at it as well.

Sophie: So, no project Friday?

Milo stays silent. The bell rings and everyone gathers their things to head out of the classroom.

Sophie: *sullen* Have fun at Mollie’s party.

Milo tries to call out for Sophie, but she leaves with her friends. Milo rubs his eyes in frustration.

The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage High-School Auditions: A Scene.

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It’s the day of the Waverly High auditions; the hallways are lined up with perspective teenagers awaiting to do their auditions for admission. Many of them are in costumes, dresses, formal attire, and leotards. Milo stands on line in his average clothing, looking around at the competition. He’s nervous and beginning to doubt himself.

A voice shouts out his name and he quickly turns around. He lets out a breath of relief as he sees who it is. Mollie has her hair up in a clean-looking ponytail with a skirt, Converse sneakers, and a chunky sweater.

Milo: Mollie? You actually showed up?

Mollie: I wasn’t gonna miss this audition for nothing!

Milo smiles; he’s incredibly happy that after everything that happened between them and herself, Mollie is here.

Mollie: You’re ready? You look like you’re about to shit your pants.

Milo rolls his eyes. That’s his best friend; Mollie Sue Castro.

Milo: *deadpans* Haha. i’m ready… nervous, but ready!

Mollie: You think you’re gonna make it in?

Milo: Do you think you’re gonna make it in?

Mollie: I do!

Milo: Well I do too!

Student: Cool, you may now kiss the bride!

The two teenagers look behind them. Mollie knows who it is; Milo doesn’t.

Mollie: Hey, Ronnie! I didn’t know you were auditioning?

Ronnie: You know I had to put my art skills into this tired looking school!

Mollie laughs and turns over to Milo.

Mollie: Milo, this is my friend Ronnie!

Ronnie: Short for Veronica.

Milo: Oh! You’re Mollie’s partner for the project?

Ronnie nods her head.

Mollie: She passes the vibe check.

Milo: It’s nice to meet you, Ronnie.

Ronnie: You too! *to Mollie* Remember we have to do week 4 of the project after school tomorrow.

Mollie: Oh yeah! I gotchu.

Ronnie and Mollie wave bye to each other and part their ways. Milo looks at Mollie.

Mollie: What?

Milo: *teases* Looks like I’ve been replaced.

Mollie: Oh please, I’m stuck with you for life. Ronnie is a cool chick. She skates! Well, skateboard, but still. She’s pretty chill.

Milo: Glad that someone was able to pass your incredibly hard “vibe check”.

Mollie pushes Milo as he laughs. The line begins to move towards the auditorium.

The group of students walk into a room next to the auditorium. No one says anything to each other. Milo and Mollie look around the room and see familiar faces from their school. Mollie rolls her eyes once she sees Laurie and her friends enter the room. Laurie is dressed in a very sparkly and elegant dress with her friends all wearing the same costume. Milo also looks in their direction and is surprised to not see Sophie with the girls. He looks around the room to see if perhaps Sophie even ever walked into the room; nothing. She was nowhere to be found.

Mollie: Earth to Milo?

Mollie knocks Milo’s head like it were a door. Milo snaps back to reality.

Mollie: Who are you looking for?

Milo: No one, I’m just seeing who’s here.

Mollie doesn’t suspect anything. Milo is attentive at who enters the room and who leaves.

One by one, the students leave the room to head out to their audition. Milo gets more and more nervous as the room gets more empty. Another small group of students enter the room. Milo notices Sophie within that group. He smiles.

Teacher: Milo Kamalani?

Milo looks toward the door at the teacher. He gets up from his seat as Mollie pats his back for good luck. He walks out the door and enters the auditorium. He looks around; it’s definitely the biggest auditorium he’s ever been in.

Milo opens his eyes as he sees Sophie looking down on him.

Sophie: Milo?

Milo sits up with his guitar and blocks the sun with his hand. He looks in Sophie’s direction.

Sophie: Tell me about your music.

Milo: *laughs* I only play music, I haven’t created anything yet.

Milo places his guitar to the side and faces Sophie, who is sitting on her knees and her jacket covering her legs.

Sophie: That’s still your music though. You seem like you’re incredibly passionate about it.

Milo: I am. I still haven’t decided what I wanted to do for the Waverly audition.

Sophie: You have to do what you feel is right.

Milo: Yeah, but…

Milo gets up from the grass and brushes the grass and dirt off of hi clothing. Sophie gets up with him.

Milo: I just feel like what I do right is so lame compared to other people.

Sophie: *stern* Hey.

Sophie looks up to Milo; the height difference becoming noticeable in between them. He looks down at her.

Sophie: Your best is your best, and it can’t be compared to other people because that’s YOUR best.

Sophie picks up Milo’s guitar and hands it to him.

Sophie: Play me something.

The teacher escorts Milo towards the stage, and Milo walks up to it. He faces the audience and sees the committee sitting at a table. Milo plugs his guitar into the amplifier and takes a deep breath.

Milo: Hi, I’m Milo Kamalani, and I’m auditioning for the Vocal & Band Duo Major.

The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage Punching Bag: A Scene.

The locker is slammed shut as Milo grabs his bag from the hallway floor and puts it on his back. The hallways are busy like usual, people passing by as if nothing else is happening in the world. Milo looks at the locker a couple of rows from his own. The locker reads “Mollie Castro”. Milo sighs as the bell rings.

Milo walks into his classroom with the rest of his classmates. People are sitting where they normally sit; it’s seriously just another day at school. Milo sits at his seat by himself, alone.

Sophie walks in with her group of friends; her eyes immediately go towards Milo. She’s curious in my Milo isn’t with his best friend, Mollie.

Simon: Yo, Soph!

Sophie instantly turns her head and looks at Simon’s direction.

Sophie: What do you want?

Simon: Listen, I just want to say that I’m sorry that whole lunchroom thing happened between you and Laurie. It wasn’t cool that she said those things to you.

Sophie: Thanks, I guess.

Sophie tries to walk away, but Simon grabs Sophie by the arm. She stops.

Simon: I miss you.

Sophie shuts her eyes and yanks her arm away from Simon. Simon hears his name being called by Laurie and doesn’t bother checking up on Sophie. Sophie sits in her seat, and the teacher comes into the class.

Teacher: Alright class, settle down. As you all know, the Waverly High audition is a week away from Tuesday. I know that’s something extremely important to most of you, but please refrain from allowing it to take away from your exit project. I will be asking for a progress report on Monday.

Sophie looks at Milo, who still looks sullen in his seat. Mollie isn’t next to him. Sophie turns the pages of her notebook and takes a piece of paper out. Sophie writes on the piece of paper and folds it up. She stands up to throw a scrap of paper into the garbage, in which she passes by Milo’s desk and places the piece of paper on his desk.

Milo looks down at the piece of folded paper on his desk. He looks up to see Sophie walk to the garbage can and walk back to her seat that nothing happened. He opens the piece of folded paper and reads the message:

“Hey, Milo. Are you okay? You seem a little sad today. Is everything alright? –Scout

Teacher: Mr. Kamalani.

Milo quickly looks up and places the paper in his notebook, out of sight.

Teacher: Clearly you seem preoccupied with other things other than the classwork *places hand out* The note, please.

Milo takes the note and hands it over to the teacher. She crumbles it up and tosses it into the garbage. Sophie bites her lip.

Teacher: So before we start with what’s planned for the day, let’s start off with attendance.

As the teacher continues with the attendance, Milo turns his head and looks at Sophie. He sees that she’s fidgeting with her pencil in her hand. He turns around then the teacher calls out a name.

Teacher: Mollie Sue Castro?

No one answers. The teacher calls out for her once more until Laurie says something out loud to the class.

Laurie: No surprise that delinquent isn’t in class!

Teacher: Ms. Callaway, language… *louder* Has anyone seen Mollie today?

No one says anything right away.

Laurie: Milo should know, since that’s his leader.

The class starts laughing and Sophie looks at Milo. She’s worried.

Milo: *low, but audible* How about you shut the fuck up and do what you do best: beg for a boy to be your boyfriend.

Laurie: At least I’m not always up Mollie’s ass like her damn minion!

Milo: *turns around* If anything, you’re a damn minion to Simon! Tell me, have you sucked his dick yet in the staircase like the rest of the girls?

The class gasps and the teacher raises her voice to quiet the class.

Teacher: That is enough! Milo Kamalani! Principal’s office, now!

Milo gathers his things and gets up from his desk. He storms out of the classroom, shutting the door behind him. Sophie looks at Laurie and is visibly angry.

Laurie: *to Simon* Can you believe that dickhead?

Simon: That guy has no respect for girls, clearly.

Sophie: *looks at Simon* Just how you have no respect for girls?

Laurie and Simon look at Sophie; confused.

Laurie: What are you talking about? *to Simon* what is she talking about, babe?

Simon: Nothing, Soph’s just joking around.

Sophie doesn’t say anything, she just turns around and faces the front of her desk.


It’s now after school; kids leave the school building and walk down the block in groups, talking loudly. Sophie exits the school and looks around.

Simon: Yo, Soph!

Sophie rolls her eyes and stops in her tracks. Simon runs towards her.

Simon: Soph, what was that all about in ELA class?

Sophie: *still looks forward* You tell me.

She finally stops and turns around to face Simon.

Sophie: What was all that crap about? You just love to fire up Laurie?

Simon: What? That asshole shouldn’t have said those things about Laurie.

Sophie: And I agree, but you couldn’t be the bigger person and at least tell her to calm down?

Simon: Are you seriously mad at me over something as stupid as that? Really Soph?

Sophie looks at the corner of her eye and sees Milo leaving the school building.

Simon: Soph? Hello?

Sophie looks at Milo and Milo looks at her back. She quickly looks away back at Simon.

Sophie: What, Simon?

Simon: *confused* Look, I care about you, but you can’t have Laurie getting worried like that. She was mad at me for most of the day.

Sophie: That isn’t my problem.

Simon: *annoyed* Yo, why are you such a bitch nowadays?

Sophie is taken back by Simon’s aggressive question.

Sophie: What?

Simon: Like I’m trying to be your friend, and every time I feel like we’re good, you say or do something that proves that we are not.

Sophie: Have you’ve been sucking up Laurie’s lip gloss or something? How can we every be friends again?!

Simon: What do you mean?

Sophie: *yells* You’re dating my friend! How am I suppose to feel after what you did?

Simon: *gently* Sophie…

Sophie: No!

Simon looks around at the people who are now staring at him and Sophie.

Sophie: You hurt me deep. You just didn’t think about me when you made your decision. How can I ever trust you as a friend?

Simon: Come on, Soph. We’ve been through a lot, and I know I made mistakes, but I wouldn’t do anything to purposely hurt you.

Sophie turns to walk away from Simon, but Simon grabs Sophie’s arm again.

Simon: Soph, please–

Sophie: If you don’t let me go, I swear I will break your hand. Let. Me. Go.

Simon lets go of Sophie’s arm, and Sophie walks away without turning back. She wipes a tear from her face.


Sophie: Milo? Milo??

Sophie stands in front of the tree house. She tries to look up to see if Milo is in there. There isn’t an answer.

Sophie: *louder* Milo? Are you up there?

A boy sticks his head out the window of the tree house; it’s Milo. He goes back into the tree house and starts to climb down the tree. When he finally reaches the ground, Sophie hugs him.

Sophie: I was so worried about you! Are you okay?

Milo doesn’t say anything. Sophie breaks out of the hug and looks at Milo.

Sophie: It was not fair for what Laurie said to you.

Milo: You think?

Sophie doesn’t say anything.

Milo: What are you doing here anyway?

Sophie: I- I wanted to check on you.

Milo: Why?

Sophie: *taken back* Because you’re my friend, I–

Milo rolls his eyes at Sophie; Sophie doesn’t understand where this is coming from.

Milo: Why don’t you go back to your best friend, Simon?

Sophie: *confused* Simon?

Milo: I saw you hanging out with Simon after school today.

Sophie: I- wasn’t hanging out with him–

Milo: Whatever, Sophie. When are you going to release that those aren’t your friends? Laurie and Simon and them? They aren’t your friends.

Sophie: Why do you get to tell me who to be friends with? The last time I remember, Mollie treated me just as badly and you’re supposed to be my friend!

Milo: At least Mollie is loyal to me! You will allow anyone into your life if they give you the time of day!

Sophie: *defensive* Forget you, Milo! Maybe if you stopped assuming things, then maybe you would’ve saw the big picture!

Milo rolls his eyes and Sophie turns away to walk away.

Milo: Where are you going? We have to finish this dumb project!

Sophie: *yells out* Yeah, well it’s not going to be today!

Sophie walks away and Milo stands there, still angry. He climbs up into his tree house.

Misc., The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage Invisible Mirror: A Scene.

I Was So Angry | I Almost Punched My Best Friend In The Face - TruthLines

Milo sits at his desk, checking his phone every 5 minutes. He’s stressed; hoping he didn’t ruin his friendship with Sophie. He keeps checking his phone; there are no messages from Sophie.

He looks at the composition notebook he had earlier today doing his project. He opens the book to see the Polaroids he took of Sophie at the stage in the park. He takes in a deep breath and closes the book.

When straightening out his desk, his phone lights up. Milo’s attention immediately goes towards the phone. He picks it up and sees a message from Sophie.

leesophie: Hey.

Milo swipes the screen and immediately responds to Sophie.

milolani: hi, scout.
leesophie: I'm not going to be around this weekend to work on the project.

Milo sighs; he’s anxious and doesn’t know how to respond.

leesophie: Lunar new Year is on Saturday, so my family and I will be celebrating.

Milo instantly feels relief, he finally writes Sophie back.

milolani: no worries. thank you for letting me know.

Before Milo gets the courage to talk things out with Sophie, he gets a message from Sophie.

leesophie: Have a good night, Milo.

Sophie signs off and Milo is back to feeling anxious. He rubs his eyes; he’s mentally exhausted.

Another moment passes, and Milo hears doors opening and closing in the hallway, followed by speed walking footsteps. Milo doesn’t pay no mind to it until a knock is heard. He turns to the door as its being opened. Milo rolls his eyes.

Milo: Can I at least give you permission to come in here, dad?

Milo Sr: We have to get going.

Milo looks at his father standing there with his little brother, Micah, in his dad’s hands. He doesn’t understand what’s going on.

Milo: Can’t I just stay home?

Milo Sr: *stern* Milo.

Milo scrunches his eyebrows, confused.

Milo: What’s going on? Where’s Jennifer?

Micah begins to cry in his dad’s arms; Milo Sr doesn’t answer back.

Milo Sr: We have to go, come on.

Milo grabs his phone and coat and leaves his bedroom door. They all walk down the stairs to the front landing, and Milo is still asking questions.

Milo: Is Jennifer alright? Where are we going?

His father opens the back door of the car and places Micah in the car seat. Milo stands there, now getting frustrated.

Milo: Dad? Dad??

Before Milo Sr opens the drivers front door, he stands in front of it, looking ahead at Milo on the opposite side of the car.

Milo Sr: What?

Milo: *annoyed* Can you at least tell me what’s going on? Where are we going? Where’s Jennifer?

Milo Sr: We’re meeting her at the hospital.

Milo: *shocked* Whoa, whoa; what? What the hell is going on?! Why are we–

Milo Sr: *softly* Milo…

Milo Sr looks down before he speaks.

Milo Sr: Pep’s at the hospital because Mollie is there.

Milo widens his eyes, he’s now panicked and worried.

Milo: Wait, what?! Mollie?! What the hell happened?

At first, Milo Sr is hesitant to tell his son, but he exhales loudly before saying further.

Milo Sr: Mollie tried to commit suicide.

Milo begins to breathe heavy, he’s on the verge of tears.

Milo: What?! When?! I– What?!

Milo Sr: We gotta go to the hospital, come on.

Milo immediately opens up the passenger’s door and gets into the car. Milo Sr goes into the driver’s side and starts the car to drive.

The boys enter the hospital lobby; Milo runs in ahead of Micah and Milo Sr.

Milo Sr: Milo! Milo!

Milo runs to the front desk and sees a woman sitting there.

Milo: Where’s Mollie? Mollie Castro?

Receptionist: *confused* I’m sorry, are you with an adult?

Milo: Just tell me where she is!

Milo Sr rushes up to the desk, still calling out for Milo.

Receptionist: Are you with an adult, son?

Milo: *furious* Where is she?!

Milo Sr: Milo! *to the woman* I’m so sorry, can you please tell us what room Mollie Sue Castro is. We’re family.

Receptionist: She’s with her mother and sisters on the second floor.

Milo Sr: Thank you, ma’am. *to Milo, embarrassed* Let’s go.

Milo runs towards the elevators, and Milo Sr follows with Micah in his arms.

They reach the second floor lobby where they see Jennifer sitting with another woman; her sister, Maryette.

Milo Sr: Hey, we got here as fast as we could.

Milo: Where is she? What the fuck happened?

Milo Sr: *stern* Milo.

Milo: What you mean she tired to commit suicide?! I– I–

Jennifer: Hey, Milo…

Jennifer reaches out her arms and Milo walks into them. He begins to cry buried in her chest.

Jennifer: Shh, shh; I know, Milo, I know…

Everyone else watches the interaction. Maryette gets up from her seat and takes Micah out of Milo Sr’s hands.

Maryette: Ima take Micah to the cafeteria with Dennis.

Maryette walks out of the waiting area. Milo pulls away from the hug and sits in between Jennifer and Milo Sr.

Jennifer: Mollie is fine, she’s in a room and our mom is in there with her.

Milo: What happened? I was literally–

Milo takes in a deep breath after realizing something.

Milo: Our last conversation was an argument. What if that was my last ever conversation I had with Mollie? What did I do, I–

Jennifer: Hey. You didn’t do anything wrong, Milo. Friends fight all the time, especially at your age. Don’t think you’re responsible for Mollie’s actions; Mollie is responsible for her own actions.

Milo doesn’t say anything, he faintly asks one more time before giving up entirely.

Milo: What happened?

Jennifer and Milo Sr look at each other; worried. Jennifer looks back down at Milo as Milo Sr rubs Jennifer’s arm for comfort.

Jennifer: Mollie cut her wrists in the bathroom. Mom found her.

Milo places his hands over his eyes and takes in the newfound information.

Milo: Why the fuck would she be so stupid to do something like that?! *looks up* Like, she’s going to therapy! Isn’t that enough?!

Jennifer: *disciplined* Hey. Mollie might be getting help from her therapist, but we don’t know what was going on in Mollie’s head when she made that decision.

Milo looks down on the hospital floor, he has nothing else to say, but has so many roaming thoughts.

Jennifer: The least we can do for her is support her and let her know that we love her. That’s all we can do as her family.

Jennifer gets up and walks out of the waiting room to get Micah from Maryette. Milo Sr looks at Milo, who still hasn’t said anything since.

Milo Sr: It’s not your fault.

Milo: I feel like it was my fault.

Milo Sr: And it’s going to feel that way until Mollie tells you that it isn’t. I know.

Milo: *looks up* You went through this before?

Milo Sr: *nods head* What Pep told you is true. You’re not responsible for Mollie actions, Mollie is.

Milo: *puts two-and-two together* Wait, was it…?

Milo Sr: I was about your age. Pep was in a really bad place and something bad happened to her and thought she didn’t want to be here anymore. Me and your Aunt Nicky and Uncle Danny were at the hospital, and I felt extremely guilty for not being there for Pep when she needed me. I was her best friend, and it felt like I let her down because I wasn’t there. But…

MIlo Sr takes a minute to ponder n the thought.

Milo Sr: The only thing I could do is let her know that I love her and care about her.

Milo: Is that why she seemed to be… kind calm?

Milo Sr: I think she was a lot more nervous when Mollie was first admitted into the hospital, but after hearing Mollie was okay, I think she just needed to be there for you and let you know before you allowed yourself to take the blame.

Milo’s phone vibrates in his pocket. He takes out his phone and looks at the screen.

leesophie: Can we please talk?

Milo puts his phone back in his pocket and takes a deep breath. He then looks at his father.

Milo: Are you sure Mollie is going to be okay?

Milo Sr: She’s getting all the help she can get. She made it, and that’s what matters.

Both father and son sit in the waiting room, waiting for the women to come back, or for a doctor to call them in so they can see Mollie. Nothing is said, and nobody moves, they just wait for something to happen.

Misc., The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage Fuck-Up: A Scene.

365 journal entries. One rollercoaster year as a high school senior | Post  Bulletin

It starts to rain heavily in the streets of Brooklyn. The streets begin to puddle around, and no one is in sight. Mollie sits on the stoop of Milo’s house, soaked and wet, and extremely mad. She was meant to meet up with Milo to rehearse for their auditions, but Milo has yet to show up and Mollie’s phone is dead. Her hair drips from being soaked and wet.

She looks ahead and sees someone running in the streets. When she gets a closer look at who it is. She gets mad to see that it’s Milo.

When Milo gets closer, he stops in his tracks when he sees Mollie. She stands up from sitting on the stoop.

Milo: Mol? Whatcha doing–

Mollie: *interrupts* Are you fucking kidding me, Milo?!

Milo: I told you I was working on the project with my partner!

Mollie: So was I! But at least I still did my part and kept with our plans for rehearsing for these damn auditions!

Milo: Why didn’t you text me?

Mollie: Because my phone died, ass wipe! And your dad and Jennifer aren’t home! Auditions are in two weeks and we have yet rehearsed for this stupid thing!

Milo doesn’t say anything, he just stands there, feeling guilty.

Milo: I’m… I’m sorry. I was just busy working on the project. I totally forgot.

Mollie: Yeah, you keep forgetting a lot of shit these days.

Milo: *defensive* No I don’t, stop exaggerating, Mol.

Mollie: You never hang out with me anymore! You’re always busy with Sophie doing this dumb project! What the hell is even going on between you two?

Milo begins to nervously stand in place. He doesn’t say anything immediately, and Mollie doesn’t wait for his answer.

Mollie: I’m suppose to be your best friend, Milo. I understand you got other shit to do, but it’s like you don’t even want to hang out with me anymore!

Milo: I don’t know why you care all of a sudden! You go and do your own thing all the time and I never complain about it!

Mollie: Because my shit involves dancing, therapy, and going to my dad’s house! You purposely are always busy whenever I want to hang out! You do nothing but work on that dumb project. *laughs* You think that plastic is actually your friend?

Milo stays silent, but he gets mad when Sophie is mentioned.

Mollie: You don’t think that bitch is going back to her friends and talking shit about you? That’s what girls like her do, Milo! Are you that fucking blind?

Milo: *yells* Just shut the fuck up, Mollie! You have no idea what you’re talking about! Instead of bashing others and shit, maybe you should try to be a nice and decent person and stop being like those mean girls you swear you’re nothing like!

Milo walks past Mollie and goes to the front door. He opens it and walks in. Mollie turns around.

Mollie: Fuck you, Milo! You’re such a lousy best friend!

The door slams behind him. Mollie’s eyes begin to water up, and she quickly runs away from the house.

Mollie tiredly walks into the front door of her house, still soaked from the rain. She immediately hears her mother’s voice in the kitchen.

Mom: Mollie Sue Castro! Where the hell were you?

Her mom looks at her and sees her wet clothes.

Mom: Do you know what time it is?!

Mollie: My phone died.

Mollie walks past her mom to walk upstairs, but her mom turns her around by placing her hand on her shoulder.

Mom: Mollie–

Mollie: What?! I told you my phone died! I was at Milo’s anyway!

Mom: Jennifer wasn’t home today. Where were you?

Mollie: *defensive* I swear I was at Milo’s! I was supposed to hang out with him and–

Mom: So you didn’t hang out with him?

Mollie begins to get frustrated.

Mollie: I was supposed to!

Mom: Mollie, this isn’t the first time you went out and I didn’t have no idea where you were! You’re about to graduate middle school, you have to learn how to take responsibility for your actions!

Mollie: I’m telling the truth! Why don’t you believe me?!

Mom: Because you lost that privilege when you kept making excuses for your poor behavior. I’m disappointed in you, Mollie.

Mollie: *upset* Mom!

Mom: Get changed out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold. Hand me your phone and laptop; you’re grounded.

Mollie: Are you serious?!

Mom: *angry* What else am I suppose to do? You will not listen to me and I can’t keep you letting things like this slide! You’re grounded, and you will not go to dance for two weeks.

Mollie: *furious* Are you fucking kidding me?!

Mom: Language, Mollie!

Mollie: No! I didn’t even do anything wrong and you’re grounding me? I have Waverly auditions in two weeks, I need to practice!

Mom: Well you should’ve thought about that when you were out and not checking in with me.

Mollie stomps her feet and walks towards the staircase.

She reaches her bedroom door and slams it shut when entering. She flops on her bed and screams into her pillow. She turns around starts to cry in bed. Her face is puffy and hot; she gets up and grabs clothes from her dresser and walks to her bathroom.

Emotionless, she enters the bathroom and closes the door behind her. She places her clothes on the floor and runs her shower. She looks at herself in the bathroom mirror; she’s tired, puffy, and mentally exhausted. Her family hates her, her bets friend hates her, and anyone else that tolerates her just secretly hates her. She opens up the medicine cabinet and reaches for something.

Mollie: Fuck everyone.

The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage Girl on a Stage: A Scene.

Herbert Von King Park | The Cultural Landscape Foundation
I closed my eyes one day and started to play my violin in front of the people in the park. They heard and decided to stay to listen to the entire song. I was terrified; this was the first time I stepped on a stage and done anything. I wasn't expecting for anyone to stop and listen to me. It was the first time I felt like I belonged in any place since coming to America. It was the first time someone ever believed in me.

-Sophie "수진" Lee.

Sophie is running towards an area in the park; the flock of birds fly away into the brisk, winter air. The air causes Sophie’s long black hair. Milo follows her; his hands are in his pockets and his shoulders are shrugged around his neck.

Milo: What even is this park?

Sophie: Is Riverson’s Park! Have you’ve never been here?

Milo: Scout, I’m in your neighborhood.

Sophie: Haven’t you live in Brooklyn your entire life?

Milo: Yeah… in my neighborhood.

Sophie shoves Milo playfully and Milo laughs.

Sophie: I discovered this place when I first came to America.

Sophie sat down on the edge of the stage. Milo joins her.

Milo: How’d you find it?

Sophie suddenly bites her lip nervously.

Sophie: When I used to hang out with Simon, we used to come and meet here.

Milo looks down at his fingers, then looks back up at Sophie.

Sophie: I’ve always been afraid of being in front of people. I was walking home from practice one day and Simon and I went to hang out inn the park. We got on the stage and he pretty much told me that no matter what, someone will notice you. So I played my violin and there were actually people coming out and sitting on the benches.

Sophie points at the various benches in front of them. She puts her hand down and suddenly looks sad.

Sophie: It’s been my favorite place since then just to practice.

Milo: Why are you sad? Isn’t this supposed to be a good place for you?

Sophie turns her head and faces Milo.

Sophie: Because Simon gave me the courage to not be afraid to play in public, and now he’s not even the friend I once knew. How would you feel if your best friend just changed out of nowhere and they are just not the friend you grown to love?

Milo sits in thought. He thinks of Mollie and their falling out a couple of weeks ago. Things have been awkward and weird for them both and neither spoke about what happened that night in Mollie’s house. He feels like his best friend isn’t the same person anymore either.

Milo: I get it. I understand. But friends come and go, and you meet some really awesome new ones that wouldn’t change on you.

Sophie smiles.

Sophie: That’s sweet of you to say, Milo.

Milo: I mean what I say, Scout.

Nothing is said between them for a moment until Milo speaks up.

Milo: You know you can still audition for Waverly, right? Application season ends in a week.

Sophie: *nervous* Oh no, I shouldn’t, I’m not even ready–

Milo: Scout.

Sophie looks up at Milo, who is now standing on the stage.

Milo: Look at where you are! You’re on a stage! You’ve been on this stage for a year now! All you have to do is pretend that you’re on this stage and play!

Milo grabs Sophie by her hands and lifts her up on her feet.

Milo: Stand tall! Look out towards the audience! You’re super talented and smart and more qualified for Waverly than anyone else I know that’s auditioning! You got this, Scout. I believe in you.

Milo jumps off the edge of the stage with a book bag. He runs up the aisles of the benches and stands at the furthest spot. He takes a camera out of the bag and holds it up to his face.

Milo: *shouting* Show me that you’re baddest violin player in Brooklyn, Scout!

Sophie laughs and puts her arms on her hips and stands in a superhero pose. Milo lifts up the camera and takes the picture. Sophie shyly laughs as Milo runs back towards the stage.

Sophie: Thank you, Milo. You always know how to make me feel better.

They look at each other longer than they intended. Milo lowers his head to Sophie’s height and gently kisses her on the lips. They both step away from each other in shock.

Milo: I, uhm; Scout–

Sophie: I… have to go home.

Sophie walks to where her book bag is and picks it up.

Milo: Scout, I’m sorry–

Sophie: I’ll see you in school.

Sophie walks off the side of the stage and exits the area. Milo stands on the stage regretting what he did.

The Teenage Tell-Tale.

The Teenage Tree House: A Scene.

17 Awesome Treehouse Ideas For You And The Kids
My mom was once in this tree house when she was my age. According to my dad, she would study and listen to music up here. I wonder if my mom left his tree house behind because it was one thing that no one would take down after she was gone. I wonder if she left all of her notebooks and pens up here for me to get to know her during a time I can understand her best. This tree house is the one place I can connect with my mom again.

- Milo Kamalani.

Milo sits up in the treehouse, writing in a notebook with a camera by his side. He doesn’t realize that Sophie has already climbed up the ladder and greeted herself in the window.

Milo: Oh my god, Scout – warn a guy when you come up here!

Sophie: Sorry, I didn’t want to yell in front of your grandparents house.

Sophie climbs in and crosses her legs. She notices Milo writing in a notebook.

Sophie: You started the project without me?

Milo: I… wanted to test things out. I didn’t take any pictures yet, but I just wanted to jot some ideas down.

Sophie: Well, can I read it?

Milo: What? No, Scout; this is personal.

Sophie: You do know we are going to have to present this in front of the entire class, right? If you choose to keep it, you have to read it out loud.

Milo takes in a deep breath. He drops the pencil on the ground and lowers his knees.

Milo: I wrote about the tree house.

Sophie: The tree house? Why?

Milo: I…

Milo looks at the page that he wrote. he holds it to his chest and finally begins talking.

Milo: This tree house belong to my mom.

Sophie: You’re biological mum?

Milo nods his head and looks down at the page.

Milo: My dad would tell me she used to come up here to escape all the stress she had being in high-school. She was the smartest kid in her grade and she was pregnant with me. She would come up here and read to me.

Sophie listens intently and doesn’t move. Milo keeps talking.

Milo: When my mom passed away, they were thinking about taking the tree house down. My dad told my grandparents they should leave it up so that when I got older, I could come back and connect with my mom. I always come up here and feel her presence in this tree house. I come up here so I can hear her say she’s proud of me.

Sophie is moved by the story. She reaches over for something and even though Milo clenches the notebook harder thinking she was going to take it, she instead takes the camera.

Sophie: Stay right there.

Milo: What?

Sophie: Let me take the picture of you and the tree house!

Sophie puts the camera to her face and Milo awkwardly smiles. Sophie puts the camera down.

Sophie: Milo…

Milo: What?

Sophie: Just be natural! Don’t pose, just… be you.

Milo relaxes a bit and decides to grab his guitar from the other side of the tree house. He starts strumming chords on the guitar; Sophie begins to take a couple of photos. After a while, she stops to listen to the song that Milo is playing. Nothing is said, just music is playing.

Milo: My mom and my dad were high-school sweethearts. They met in their freshmen year and fell in love. *sigh* My mom had cancer. She was slowly dying and to have me took a lot out of her. I was barely two weeks old when my mom died.

Sophie: Do you miss her?

Milo: Only when I realize that some of my traits come from her. Some things I don’t understand why I do or think them because my dad doesn’t, and that’s when I miss my mom the most. I wish I was able to have someone understand the things I do.

Sophie: How about Jennifer?

Milo: Jennifer was my dad’s best friend since, like, childhood. They knew each other when they were practically babies. Jennifer helped raise me in a way; she was there for most of my childhood and all of that. I love Jennifer, she’s great, but–

Sophie: She’s not your biological mom.

Milo: Yeah. I just wish I had the answers to some things that my dad doesn’t have answers for.

Sophie hugs Milo. Milo is in shock. Once she pulls back, he looks at her, face red.

Milo: What was that for?

Sophie: For trusting me with your story.

Milo smiles and begins to discuss more details about the project. Sophie shows the Polaroids to Milo as they develop.

It’s 2007 and Milo’s mom and dad are sitting in the tree house; she’s doing homework as he’s gently playing on the guitar. She looks at him and smiles. He does the same thing back.