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I Thought You Were My Best Friend?

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I Thought You Were My Best Friend?

Frances and Charlie's sleepover takes a turn when cleanliness clashes with chaos, revealing deeper truths about their friendship.
Duologue
Characters: FRANCES, CHARLIE
Frances has invited her best friend Charlie round for a sleepover. Frances’ parents are out until late so they both have the free fun of the house. There is a sitter, Becky who isn’t really interested in either of them or what they do!
FRANCES:
Hi Charlie, great to see you, did your mum drop you off?
CHARLIE:
Yeah, she’s such a loser, said “don’t get up to mischief” … as if!!
FRANCES:
C’mon let’s go up to your bedroom
(Frances Sees the sitter in the kitchen on her phone) Charlie, this is Becky, she’s hanging around tonight.
CHARLIE:
Hi Becky, (no response) HI BECKY (still no response) … whatever!
FRANCES:
Welcome to my boudoir!! (It’s in a real untidy state)
CHARLIE:
Oh my god!!! Do you ever get made to tidy your room?
FRANCES:
Never!! Hahaha. I love it like this … organised chaos!!
CHARLIE:
(Starts looking around) Frances, there’s old cups all over the place and this one has .. mould in it, Yuck!
FRANCES:
Nothing wrong with a bit of penicillin!! (Frances pulls two bottles of half drunk cola from under the bed) Want a cola?
CHARLIE:
Er … no. I’m good thanks. (Frances starts drinking from the bottle)
FRANCES:
Ok, what shall we do, something online??
CHARLIE:
You’re allowed online without your parents checking up on you? Cool. (Frances opens her laptop. Charlie sees the laptop is filthy) Wow, would you like me to clean this up for you, I've got some hand gel, if you’ve got a cloth?
FRANCES:
No cloth I’m afraid, don’t worry about it, mum will clean it in the morning.
CHARLIE:
Look Frances, why don’t I just clear up a bit, then we can watch some TV. (Starts to tidy)
FRANCES:
LEAVE IT! I told you .. mum will clean it up in the morning.
CHARLIE:
(Carries on tidying) It won't take long, … Oh my god what are these?? (Picks up an article of filthy clothing and still carries on tidying)
FRANCES:
Leave my stuff alone!! You can be so irritating sometimes, just leave it will you. I like it like this, stop it, stop tidying. (Grabs stuff from Charlie and throws it all over the room)
CHARLIE:
(Getting annoyed) Look I’m sorry, it’s just that I don’t want to sit in a disgusting room watching a filthy screen surrounded by mouldy cups and old food!! Anything wrong with that, huh??
FRANCES:
Oh, well thanks for the vote of confidence, now I have a disgusting room, so am I disgusting too … hey, is that what you’re saying??
CHARLIE:
Frances .. of course you’re not disgusting, it’s me .. I’m a tidy freek!! Sorry … look … can we just go downstairs and watch some TV?
FRANCES:
OK, but stop being weird! (They both go downstairs to the living room. This room is also filthy. When they arrive, Frances wipes crumbs, old food, half bottles of drinks off the sofa onto the already dirty floor)
CHARLIE:
(Holding in her disgust, she sits down on the sofa) Thanks. Arrggghhh!!! (Screams as she sees a rat run across the floor) It’s a …. r … r… RAT!
FRANCES:
Oh. don’t worry about Rocco, he’s a house guest! The cat and Rocco have great fun with each other!
CHARLIE:
Frances, it’s a RAT! They’re really unhygienic and carry diseases, for god's sake, it’s revolting. (Panicking) I can’t stay, I’m really sorry Frances, but I’m calling my mum to come get me, really, really sorry, but I can’t handle this. (Gets out her phone)
FRANCES:
(Grabs the phone) Charlie, please don’t .. you’re my only friend, please.
CHARLIE:
(Grabs the phone back) Well, it’s a no wonder. … Sorry Frances but this really is not very pleasant for anyone visiting. Your room looks like a cross between a rubbish dump and a toilet, and is definitely a breeding ground for … I don’t know what. Your living room is filthy dirty, and houses Rocco the RAT who runs through it, eating the leftover food discarded from the sofa, I just can’t do it, sorry. Look it’s probably me, I know, but that's who I am, sorry. (Starts to ring her mum)
FRANCES:
Fine, call your mum, if you like. Go on then. Then I’ll have no friends, go on, .. (starts to cry) Go!
CHARLIE:
Look, I really like you as a friend, it’s just ……..
FRANCES:
I thought friendships (Taps her heart) were supposed to come from here (Runs off crying)
CHARLIE:
(Mum answers the phone, Charlie is also upset) Mum? ….. I don’t know what to do … ?
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