The Boy Out Of The Graphite Picture

Chapter 9

[Louis]: (in his office, writing down on a small light pink covered notebook) "Hello, Emilia."

[Emilia]: ( huffing as she gets in) "it's Karla. Someone's getting their appointments all mixed up again."

[Louis]: (unbothered, nods) "Karla day then."

[Emilia]: (sitting down, tightens her messy bun & smooths down her dark fur jacket) "Air's crappy in here." (Thick accent)

[Louis]: « How'd you get in here? I opened the windows a while ago. »

[Karla]: «(shrugs casually)  «walking on hands. Used my magical fairy wings when I got tired. »

[Louis]: « Didn't Maria drive today? Lock the door behind you please. »

[Karla]: (after a quick look back, resting b face) « The door's closed, Louis. » (purses her lips, setting more comfortably) « And no, she's too busy sobering up Damien. I came on foot, as I said.» (stronger tone)

[Louis]: (unbothered) « Have yet to get your license back? Or is there plenty fish in the sea?»

[Karla]: « Eh, no need to tell the old story again. » (pauses, grimaces) « it's need indeed to take a shower once every couple of day, tho.»

[Louis]: « What did Emilia have to say about that? Or Maria. »

[Karla]: « Gave me the glare, then quietened down to offer a long list of useless advice. Maria's moral lesson went too far than the reason it started 'cause of. Soon enough, they wouldn't even care."

[Louis]: "Right. Did Damien comment on the matter? You still talk to him?"

[Karla]: (brow up) "Who said I was talking to him that I still do?"

[Louis]: (looks down) "Right."

[Karla]: (looks at him as tho cautiously) "I'm not obliged to forgive. You told me that, Lou."

[Louis]: "Said no "Louis", went for "Lou"."

[Karla]: (amused) "Names are made for people to be called with, aren't they?"

[Louis]: (severe, defensive to an extent) "Don't call me that." (Karla rises a questioning brow, trying to hide being taken aback, Louis pauses, purses his lips) "Well, off you go."

[Karla]: (still with a questioning face) "You know I'm paying for a full therapy session? Not the intro of it." (they get out together, Louis closes the door after them, wind blows as they've exited the building, turns around as Lou heads off quickly) "Want me to walk you up a bit? That's my way to the mall anyway."

[Louis]: (still walking) "I'll do well on my own."

[Karla]: (notices, shouts, smiling) "Oi, Louis." (He in fact turns around) "Your sexy brown boots are getting as old as the rotten banana peels under my bed."

[Louis]: (looks down & about to head off again) "Solid as steel."

[Karla]: (looking down at them, slightly shaking her head) "Some more time and they won't be."

[Louis]: "Sometimes you don't know what's right, you gotta be prepared, when you don't know what should be, so it can be for people you don't know, your friends, but it's no crisis for you, you got an aura on your head. The leaves aren't unfailingly blue." (Turns around quickly and on he goes)

[Karla]: (Looking at him getting further, huffs out) "I swear to God..."

[Louis]: "Better pick those peels!"

[Karla]: (waking off in the opposite direction, hand tucked in big pockets in big jacket from the cold) "I may as well start some therapy training. People dunno who they hiring these days."

{SCENE 2}

[Louis]:(in his room at night, sitting on the edge of the bed, the window to his right letting cold breeze in, as he tries to suck air in) "God gracious." (Exhausted,  fatigued)

[Harry] (enters his long leg through the window, holding the frame for support, sits on it at last, & dusts off his palms) "You're well aware this really needs some fixing."

[Louis]: (startled, stands up) "Excuse me...What-" (eyes darting around) "How did you get in here?! This is a private property."

[Harry]: (points back with his thumb, obviously) "Fire escape. I ain't have got magical fairy wings." (Stares blankly)  "they'd look good on you tho."

[Louis]:"You can't be here-no one has allowed you." (Confused & angry)

[Harry]: "Your window is surely broken, which surely is bothering you & surely is troubling my friend's sleep." (Pauses at a blankly staring Louis) "You know; when you problematically try to close it, up & down, with chaotic thuds?" (Pauses again) "She's the flat right below. I passed by, decided I'd rather take a look than listen to her annoyingly high pitched venting."

[Louis]: (eyebrows crunched) "Who the fuck are you & what are you doing in my apartment." (Obviously mad what)

[Harry]: (already stepped in,  flips a small white scented candle statue with golden glitter on in hand, casual eyes wandering in the museum) "What do I know about art & taste anyway."

[Louis]: (spreading an arm out as if to stop him) "Hold the hell up-"

[Harry]:(placing it back quietly) "Here goes your property back to place." ( walks around the small bedroom) "How long it took you to collect all those? I can only be proud of that lame framed painting that I have no clue when or how it came to be hung on my living room wall. Probably a friend felt pitiful of my neglected lair."

[Louis]: (unfocused, stressed out) "Anything is an achievement."

[Harry]: (concentrated on his observations, snaps out-not that fast-) "Well, if you have as interesting decorations; you could only be much more." (Smiles widely at Louis, hands entwined behind his back, standing close before him) "I believe I must intrude no more. I'll explore the rest of the flat I'm positive is as surprising and more some next time later." (Winks, gets back out-not from the front door) "Sleep tight." (Shouting out) "& make sure you fix that window! You'll see me again either way."