(OUTSIDE THE CAMPUS)
Charlotte POV
Charlotte: (To herself) why freen? I thought it's just a friend? Arghh! (Crying hard)
(As Charlotte reaches the doorway, Freen calls out to her, his voice laced with urgency.)
Freen: Charlotte! Wait!
Freen: (To hisself) Wait, what's going on?
(Charlotte pauses, her hand on the door handle, but she doesn't turn around. Freen catches up to her, his breath catching in his throat as he sees the unshed tears glistening in Charlotte's eyes.)
Freen: (Softly) Charlotte, what's wrong?
(Charlotte takes a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly.)
Charlotte: (Turning to face Freen) I... I can't be here anymore.
(Freen reaches out, her hand hovering near Charlotte's arm, but he doesn't touch her. He senses the hurt and confusion radiating from Charlotte, and he knows he has to tread carefully.)
Freen: (Gently) What happened? What's going on?
Charlotte: Is that really an accident?
Freen: Babe, A girl pushed her that's why she landed to me, I swear babe (Looks at Charlotte)
Charlotte: Landed? Her fcking lips? Wow
Freen: It's an accident..it's not a big deal Charlotte.
Charlotte: Stop! I hate you so much! (crying hard)
Freen: Babe, please listen to me it's just an accident...
Charlotte: Accident? But it looks like you enjoy it freen, let's break up.
Freen: Just because of that? c'mon babe stop
Charlotte: (Left)
Freen: (Shouted) Charlotte! Wait please!
(Freen, heartbroken and lost in the aftermath of Charlotte's departure, leans against the wall, his shoulders slumped, his face buried in his hands. The muffled sounds of the party seem distant, irrelevant to the storm of emotions raging inside him.)
(Becky, having witnessed the painful exchange between Freen and Charlotte, approaches him with a gentle, hesitant step. She sees the raw vulnerability in Freen's face, his usual bright eyes now clouded with sadness. A wave of empathy washes over Becky, replacing her initial unease with a strong desire to comfort him.)
(Becky sits beside Freen, her hand gently resting on Freen's back. She doesn't speak, allowing Freen to process his emotions, her presence a silent reassurance.)
Becky: (Softly) It's okay to cry, Freen. Let it all out.
(Freen, overwhelmed by the unexpected comfort, leans into Becky's touch, his tears flowing freely. He finds solace in Becky's quiet support, his presence a warm beacon in the midst of his emotional storm.)
(Becky continues to sit beside Freen, her hand gently stroking Freen's back, offering a silent, unwavering support. The scene fades out, leaving the audience with a sense of unspoken understanding and a hint of growing connection between Becky and Freen.)
Becky: I'm sorry freen, I didn't expect her to breaking up with you because of that accident.
Freen: (trying to smile) It's okay don't be sorry you don't have a mistake Becky.
Becky: But still freen'ka..
(Suddenly becky hugs freen)
Freen: (To himself) Why I'm feeling like this? Like I'm happy when she's around.
Becky: I'm always here for you freen'ka!
Freen: (Smiles) thankyou Becky!
