Looking for Completion - the Looking Movie!

Scene Five

Kevin & Patrick are lying naked on the bed. Patrick is resting his head on Kevin's chest, tracing patterns on his body with his hand. Kevin's hand is grazing Patrick's head

Kevin: I miss your hair.

Patrick: I like it like this. It makes me look...edgy.

Kevin: I didn't say I didn't like it. But you had beautiful hair and I miss it.

Patrick: (smiling, he smatters Kevin's chest with little kisses). It will grow back.

(Kevin pulls Patrick's head up and looks him in the eyes)

Kevin: And I can't say I love the fact that every time I look at it I remember that it was Richie who had his hands all over your head yesterday morning. But that's one of those ...'discussions'... for later, I guess.

(Patrick turns his head and kisses Kevin's palm, then cuddles back into Kevin's side)

Patrick: Do you think anyone could see us against the window earlier? I know I should be embarrassed but I actually think it's kind of hot that people might have seen us. It was sooooo much better than my fantasy.

(Kevin laughs)

Kevin: You are such a fucking mystery, Patrick Murray.

(Patrick stretches up to kiss Kevin's laughing mouth)

Patrick: Come on. We have to get working on those FUCKING boxes.

Kevin: (pouting) Can't we stay here for a little bit? Let's just take a nap.

(Patrick sits up)

Patrick: Nope. Shower first, then I have to find my clothes because I've been wearing the same ones since yesterday morning, then we have unpacking, and errands, and I want to get the place a little tidied up because Agustin said he wants to stop by after his shift at the shelter because he has a gift for our new place.

(Kevin raises his eyebrows at Patrick)

Kevin: Reinforcements?

(Patrick laughs wryly)

Patrick: Yeah right. For you, maybe.

Kevin: What's that supposed to mean?

Patrick: Nothing. Come on, lazy. Get up.

Kevin: Are you saying Agustin...wait...I can't even begin to imagine a world where your friends actually LIKE me.

Patrick: What do you mean? You guys got on great when you were staying with us. You were always laughing together, usually at ME. Why would you think he doesn't like you?

Kevin: I don't know...because...of the way we...started? Or because of Saturday night? I'm sure you told him about it.

Patrick: I did actually, but you might be surprised to know that you and Agustin and even Dom are much more alike than you realize. (Patrick laughs wryly) They also always think I am naive and idealistic and a silly romantic...

Kevin: Patrick, I DON'T think that...

Patrick: No it's OK (Patrick smiles at Kevin). I'm just saying, they're not judgy or prudish...they really just want me to be happy, and after yesterday when I talked to them...well...they know that...you...that being WITH you...makes me happy. (Patrick shrugs his shoulders, bemused)

Kevin: (smiling broadly) I like that answer. That is a good fucking answer. Come back to bed. (Kevin sits up and tries to pull Patrick back down but Patrick resists)

Patrick: Kevin, we have WORK to do.

(Kevin collapses back on the bed)

Kevin: There must be someone in America I can pay to just come and empty all these FUCKING BOXES!

Patrick: No fucking way! I want us to choose what goes where, and to fight about whose stuff goes on the walls, and whose books go on bookshelves. That's what making a home is.

Kevin: Great. More things to fight about.

Patrick: Why so negative Kevin Matheson?

Kevin: I've got a better idea...

Patrick: No more sex now. I told you.

Kevin: Right...as if I couldn't get you on your back begging for it in two minutes flat.

Patrick: Hey!!

Kevin: No, I mean why don't we finish that little game you started last night, and whoever is the winner gets to make all the choices today?

Patrick: The game? The points game?

Kevin: Yep.

Patrick: Are you serious? You want to play the points game?

Kevin: Yes. I already started it. Get my laptop and I'll show you.

Patrick: Are you insane?

Kevin: You know I love games. And as you said, we both love to win, so let's see who wins, right?

Patrick: Oh my god. You are...SUCH...a geek.

Kevin: Just get the laptop, would you?

(Patrick moves to the table in the corner, shaking his head, as he brings the laptop to Kevin and sits back on the bed)

Patrick: I don't get it. How can you start the game, when it's MY game, and you don't even know the point system?

Kevin: 10 for the torpedo, 5 for the wedding. I just took those as the reference points.

Patrick: But...it's my game. You don't even know the rules!

Kevin: I think I caught on pretty quick, Patrick. Anyway, that's why I'm the boss. You have an idea, and I get to take the credit, right?

(Kevin opens a file and shows Patrick)

Kevin: You're the red column, and I'm the blue.

(Patrick stares at Kevin)

Patrick: Are we seriously doing this? Did I move in with a teenager?

Kevin: If you're scared you're going to lose....

(Patrick smiles, shaking his head)

Patrick: Fuck...let's do this.

End of Scene 5