The Project

Chapter 9

Kate's Point of View

"I'm already tired," I complain, laying back on Benny's bed.

"It's been 10 minutes," Benny informs, dropping his pen on the bed.

I chuckle, sitting up. "Yeah I know. I was kidding."

I wasn't exactly kidding but I told him I'd help him, so I would.

We lean over the notebook, staring at the blank page. In 10 minutes we hadn't done anything except I wrote his name at the top.

"So, which character should I be?" Benny wonders.

I take another look at the plot he was given.

"One character has to work at a fast food restaurant to pay their rent and another character doesn't work at all but has had more than enough money their whole life."

"So basically it's explaining the difference between working to get your money and not working," I recap. "So would you rather be the rich person or the fast food one?"

"Shouldn't I ask my partner?" Benny questions.

I scoff. "No. They're not doing anything so you should be able to choose what character you want and just give them the other one."

Benny raises his eyebrows. "I didn't realize you had such strong feelings about this."

"I don't," I defend. "Now come on, let's get started. Who do you wanna play?"

Standing up, Benny shrugs with his shoulders. "You choose."

"Oh my God," I mutter under my breath, jotting down on the paper that Benny would play the rich character.

Benny walks over to the record player on his dresser, putting a record on that plays soft, slow music.

He turns back around, walking back over to the bed casually.

I'm staring at him with a frown that he doesn't pay much attention to.

"So who am I playing?" He wonders, the bed denting down when he sits next to me on it, peering over my shoulder. "Rich guy, nice."

I decide not to say anything about the music, and write down that Benny's partner would be the fast food worker.

"Ok, how about you write your lines and I write your partners lines," I suggest, setting up the paper to write the first line.

"Alright," Benny agrees.

While I work on the first line, Benny can't seem to sit still and he gets back up to turn the music up.

"What's with the music?" I finally wonder after finishing the line.

Benny sits back down again, taking the pen from out of my hands.

"I don't know," he starts, "So it isn't quiet."

I listened to the song while Benny took a while to write his line. It was a nice song, not something I'd think Benny was like.