Yellow (Completed ✔️)

Scene IV

(The next day, a coffee shop around four. It is relatively busy. DIANNE is sitting at one of the tables, staring blankly at the cup in front of her. After a few moments, ANDREA comes on stage, looking slightly rushed.)

ANDREA: Dianne! Hey, I'm sorry. Mrs. Fucking Anderson for some reason can't pick up her stupid twerp on time, I swear to God. (She sits down with a huff. DIANNE is mostly unresponsive.) One day- one day, I swear, haggard old Mr. Harris will retire and that fifth grade position will be open. Then I won't have to be washing glitter off of my tits. Stupid kindergarteners... (She begins grumbling to herself, searching through her purse. Then she pauses, and looks over to DIANNE.) Wait. You're unusually quiet. What's up?

DIANNE: I messed up real bad, Andrea.

ANDREA: Shit, alright. Been here for two minutes, and we're already talking about the deep stuff. What happened to "Hello, how are you?" "Oh, I'm good, thank you, how are you?" "Fantastic thanks for asking! By the way, how was the sex with Rob last night?"

DIANNE: Andrea, please! I'm serious. I fucked up.

ANDREA: Okay, okay. Well, did you mess up, or fuck up? Because those are two entirely different things.

DIANNE: I fucked up.

ANDREA: Hmm... okay. (She leans in close, looking around suspiciously.) So... who did you whack? Was it Nina from down the hall? Like, I don't blame you cuz she's so annoying-

DIANNE: What the hell? Andrea, no. I didn't kill anybody. Holy Christ. (She covers her face with her hands.) Andrea, I cheated on Isaac.

ANDREA: Ooh. Okay. Well, good! I was not ready to have to cover up your mess. Don't get me wrong, I love you, but I got enough shit to clean up in my day job, you know?

DIANNE: Andrea...

ANDREA: Right, right, right, okay. Tell me about it. What happened?

DIANNE: I don't even know. It was just... and then we were... and then it just...

ANDREA: (Sarcastically.) Ah, yes, I see. (Pause.) Do I at least get to know who the chosen one was? (DIANNE does not immediately answer.) Okay, I'll guess. Was it... Danny from the auction? The hot hunky one with the stormy blue eyes and- (DIANNE shakes her head.) No? Not him? Okay, well... How about Tomás, the Brazilian one we met at the park like two weeks ago? I would get with that, let me tell you something. (DIANNE shakes her head again.) Seriously? Who the hell else do you know? You don't even have a life. All you do is draw at the park all day. No offense, of course.

DIANNE: Andrea, no. It wasn't- I mean... It was Callie. I cheated on him with Callie.

(For a stunned moment, they fall into silence. Then, ANDREA bursts into laughter.)

ANDREA: Holy shit, Dianne, you're a bitch! April Fools was like weeks ago; you almost had me worried for a second there! I thought you were serious. (DIANNE covers her face again, and ANDREA tries to recompose herself.) Wait... are you serious? (DIANNE nods into her hands.) Holy shit, you're serious! Oh my god. That's crazy. You're a lesbian?

DIANNE: I don't know! I don't know anymore. I still love Isaac. We had great sex last night. But I can't stop thinking about... about...

ANDREA: Pussy? (She starts to laugh again, then stops herself.) Fuck me, I'm so sorry. I should not be laughing right now. Seriously- Dianne, you're thirty two, how do you not know whether or not you're gay?

DIANNE: (With a groan.) Do I have to know for sure? She made me feel good, Andrea. And then she left me.

ANDREA: She left you? (DIANNE nods.) We're talking about the same Callie, right? Callie Nelson? The one who's Christmas Party you took me to? (DIANNE nods again.) How long were you... together?

DIANNE: A few weeks.

ANDREA: Were you in love with her?

DIANNE: No... No, I don't think so. She... was just... new, I guess. She was something new, and the way she spoke to me... The color of her hair, the smell of her skin. It all kept getting stuck in my head. And when I stopped talking to her, she came to me. And then... (She groans again.) No, she's gone now and it doesn't matter. Now she's gone and I can't stop thinking about women and how completely terrible I feel for what it means about Isaac and I. What am I supposed to do? Do I tell him?

ANDREA: In my opinion, it's not technically cheating. It's like... does using a dildo make you a cheater? 'Cuz if it does, man, I'm in deep shit too. You know? Your lesbian sex is probably just you releasing steam or passing time while he's away, right?

DIANNE: Uh... Yeah, okay. I guess.

ANDREA: And you know, if you're not really a lesbian, then, whatever. It's just a way to get off. I'm not in love with the twelve inch plastic horse cock in my bottom drawer-

DIANNE: God, Andrea, c'mon.

ANDREA: But, that doesn't mean I don't like to fuck it every now and again. It's okay to have a little fun, I think.

DIANNE: So... it's not cheating?

ANDREA: Nah, not cheating. Have fun, you know? If it were a guy, that'd be a whole other story. But if you're not a lesbian, you're not a lesbian. (DIANNE is quiet in thought.) Hey, we should go to the lake with the hubbies sometime soon. It's starting to get warmer out.

DIANNE: (Absently.) Sure, why not? It could be an adventure.

(ANDREA continues on the conversation as the lights begin to dim. DIANNE is paying little attention but nods at appropriate times. Lights go out. End Scene.)