Closer than what you think. PT2

[F4M][SCRIPT OFFER] Closer than what you think Part 2 [Lovers/Classmates][Insecurities][Relationship][Reminiscing][A bit of kissing][Part 2 of 2]

Synopsis: Was it a good decision? Wasn't it too rushed? Right? What if we break up? The answers may be closer than you think.
*You will play as the girl*
*All characters are above 18*
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()= The Sounds effect I visualized
[]= The Tone of the voice that I visualized.

I don't really mind how and when sounds are put or if you put them at all. I believe that you, the performer, knows about this much better than me. You have full freedom.

                                              ---Closer than what you think part 2---
 (Steps, a breeze, etc. Go for a calm setting)
[A bit concerned. Like realizing that someone is sad after a pause]
- Hey, what's wrong?
- You have not said a single word for like 10 minutes.
- An "Mhm" or an "Oh"  does not count.
- Tell me. What is wrong?
- Hey, it's Friday and we are walking back home. We have ALL the time in our hands. That being said, you will not waste anyone's time by telling me what's gotten into you.

- Oh? You are doubting yourself?
- What do you mean?
- You are not good enough?
- Good enough for what?
- For me?
- W-What makes you think of that?
- Have I not been expressive enough or something?
- I love you. I really do and these weeks I've been more convinced than I ever was that I wanted to be with you.
- So tell me, why do you think that you are not "good enough"?
- Because you are not sure if you will make me happy?

[Pause. A "notorious" silence, uncomfortable/awkward]

- Hey...
- Why don't we take a seat on that bench over there?
- Yeah, it seems like a lovely and quiet park.
- Huh? No, I will not pull out my hand. Why would I do such a thing? Unless you want me to...?
- No? Then why? Hey, it's fine. Here, seat with me and tell me. What are you really feeling?

(Maybe the setting now it's even calmer. No steps or anything. Breeze, leaves, etc)

- Hey, you can tell me. Even if you think it may hurt me.
- Your honesty has been one of my favorite things about you, after all.
- I know that you would rather hurt yourself before even trying to hurt anyone else.
- But, please, tell me. Why do you think that you will not make me happy?
- You already do!
- Every. Single. Day.
- Even when we were not dating.
- Do you remember?
- Every time I saw you on the bus.

[Cute reminiscing]

- When you were reading, when you were staring out the window, when you were kind and offered your seat to anyone that seemed tired.
- Those days seem so distant now.
- Not because of things like "time", but rather, because it was a time where the thought of spending time with you like this, holding hands and all, seemed like something nearly impossible.
- A time where the distance between us was an idea...
- Because we realized that, we were always close.
- Thinking about the other, wanting to talk, heck, we even live close to each other.
- And now, we are so close to each other, that... if you are hurt, I am hurt too.
- I know that... we are barely starting, it's been 3 months.
- But, what even is "time" when it comes to feeling the love?
- At least that's how I think.

[Pause. You could improvise a bit maybe. Listening to his thoughts]

- Do you think that things escalated too quick?
- Well, the same day we decided to talk to each other, we confessed our feelings, and we even kissed.
- You are right.
- But, you know. There is something I've been thinking about.
- Maybe our beginning was a bit rushed, and I understand that it is something that could worry you. So many things are said about it. What's easy to get, goes away easily, etc.
- But, maybe this is in fact, the very beginning.
- Sure, anyone else could say stuff like... you should kiss after some more dates.
- However, that was "our beginning".
- This may sound veeeeeeeery cliché but, that may have only been our "first bus stop".
- Haha yeah, I mean, we kissed in one. How can I not make a reference to that?

[Short pause. So this sounds like one of those cute moments for idealism]

- Think about how many stops we will reach.
- How far we might go.
- It is a road where I want you to be by my side.
- And, you know. Maybe, this whole situation was inevitable. I feel like this was but a simple bus stop.
- One that we needed to reach eventually.
- Yeah, that must be it.

- Hey, there is something I wanted to try out.
- Here.
- Huh?
- I'm offering you my lap.
- Ummm, for you to rest your head on it...?

(Up to you if you want to add the sounds for that. ASMR or not. If you want to add a "stroking" or even "head-scratching" sound, go for it. A breeze, leaves, it's your canvas)

- There we go.
- Isn't that nice?
- The sunshine passing through the leaves under this tree.
- The breeze that is not too cold, not too warm.
- The next season is far away yet, we'll be having days like this one for many days ahead.

- Distance... a word that gives me a lot to think about, yet, a word that is slowly worrying me less.
- If you want to take things slowly, that is entirely ok.
- Come to think of it, we don't need to be at the same speed.
- Because we have a common "bus-stop".
- I wouldn't mind waiting for you there. As long as I'm sure that you'll get there, I'll not be afraid when waiting for you.
- But if you don't want to and you feel like "rushing up" a bit... hehe.
- Kissing? You are so cute. Come here.

(Kissing. Go for something cute, soft, reassuring)

- Hey, trust me. Everything will be fine.
- This talk with you helped me to confirm yet again, that we are closer than what we think we are.
- Sharing your fears with me it's a huge step.
- It's not about the times you trip, it's about the times you get up.
- Hehe, here goes another analogy. It's not about the times the bus stops, it's about the times it starts going again.

- That being said. Do you want to stay like this for a bit more?
- We can get home a bit later today.
[Pause. Maybe whispering]
- I love you.