Arranged Marriage Scene 2

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Female 1:

      I can't believe they made me come back.

Male 1:

      Hey, you're home.

Female 1:

      I wouldn't call this "home." Home is a place that includes people who love you and you love them back... And you sure don't love me. I don't even know if you like me.

Male 1:

      And how do you figure that?

Female 1:

      The way you have acted for the past two years. We would only say five words to each other per month. You would leave for work before I get up and come back when I'm asleep. I don't even know if you actually come back from work.

Male 1:

      I may have done that for almost two years, but I changed. I haven't had a fling for three months.

Female 1:

      Oh! Well, congratulations! You know what, I've spent enough time here. I need to go.

Male 1:

      You haven't been eating much for the past week. What's happening?

Female 1:

      Nothing! I have somewhere to be.

Male 1:

      Dang it, Joe! I am trying my hardest to get along with you! I have tried for the last five months to get you out of my mind. Ever since I saw you hang out and talked to other guys, I have to admit, I was jealous. I started growing feelings for you ... All I'm trying to say is... I love you. I realized that when I saw you sing, the very first time I saw you sing. Your words made me realize that all that you've been through and what I've done to you was all a mistake. But what isn't a mistake being my feelings for you. I am madly, deeply in love with you.

Female 1:

      It's not going to be that easy. If you love me so much, you'll prove it. Prove to me that you. You have until our two-year anniversary.

Male 1:

      Two months?

Female 1:

      If you love me that much, you'll do anything for me. It won't be easy, but I know you'll do it. Make me fall in love with you, Troy. Now I really have to go. I'll see you later tonight.

*Male 1 takes out his cell phone and calls someone*

Male 1:

      ...Brody. Keep an eye on Joe.

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