Question Everything- rough draft, intro

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Question Everything

    In a humble bungalow in an Oklahoma City, working-class neighborhood, Scott sits alone on the couch- TV on static. Two ashtrays, overflowing with cigarette butts and joint roaches sit on the coffee table. Scott hangs his head down, sobbing "Why, why, why?" Scott hadn't seen his wife, Michelle, for three days. After calling everyone and checking everywhere, he finally hacked her email, to find a message from her best friend, Lilith- "Tell me all the juicy details..."   

   He had met Michelle 7 years earlier at a coffee shop. She was tall with an athletic figure, bright red hair, dressed in all black, Victorian-style garments- like she just stepped off stage from a rocky horror picture show performance.  She was sitting on the curb with her best friend Lilith- both smoking cigarettes,  so Scott decides to bum a cigarette as an excuse just to talk to this exotic beauty.  They quickly exchange names, cigarettes and a lighter and, as he sits next to the two of them, Michelle is complaining to Lilith about a few guys that wouldn't stop hitting on her, no matter how many times she would tell them no.  At that moment, a truck pulls into the parking lot, with a tall, well groomed young man at the wheel. "That's him, hide!" and the two young women scurry off in a blaze , leaving Scott with his still-burning cigarette and that name- Michelle, stuck in his mind. 

   Lilith always helped Michelle with her boy problems, in fact, that is how they became best friends. Sitting on a blanket in Woodward park a week later, the three of them in a smoke circle, Scott passes Lilith the bowl as she tells the story of how she and Michelle became best friends. "First, i slept with Tommy, and then Tommy slept with Michelle, and we found out, so we made him drive us to a concert in Houston, made him pay for the gas and tickets. He thought he was going to fuck us both, but he didn't get to fuck either of us. He didn't get shit in return!!!" Lilith passes the bowl to Michelle, as they laugh heartily- "That asshole came in my mouth when i barely sucked him, so I snowballed him in his face!!!  As the two girls laugh hysterically, Scott sits there, perplexed.  Michelle passes Scott the bowl and sees he isn't laughing, so she explains "That means she spit his own cum in his face!" Scott reacts with a look of disgust on his face and then the three of them laugh together as the skunky-sweet pot cloud lingers around the circle, on that blanket in the park, in the brisk, January air.

   Back at the bungalow, years into the relationship, Scott- still sitting on the couch, hears a key in the front door. He lifts his head to see Michelle walking through the door. He first smiles, then quickly frowns- seeing the solemn look on Michelle's face. He slowly stands and walks towards her cautiously- "Michelle, oh my God, i was so worried about you. I thought you were kidnapped! I haven't been to work for three days and put out a missing persons report. What's going on- an affair?, Why...why?" Scott pleads. Michelle hangs her head down in shame, and says nothing.  "But... you said you were going to a concert with internet friends 3 days ago and promised to be back the next day. Why didn't you call?  What happened, what did I do?" Scott embraces Michelle tightly "Michelle , i love you- why?"

   Scott and Michelle had been together for seven years, through thick and thin. Michelle was in high school, and Scott,  college, when they first became a couple, and there was never any problem that they couldn't collaborate or compromise on in their relationship.  Scott tried to do everything right from the start and insisted  on getting her father's approval before proceeding into a relationship.   All their friends that knew them when they were still dating said that the two of them would never break up, and Scott really believed it.  When Michelle turned 18, Scott presented a diamond ring and drove her to Arkansas to elope.

   Scott was an artist, writer and electronic musician, and Michelle, an artist, bookworm and an avid fan of electronic music- they quickly found that both of them were anime fans and computer geeks, and eventually found they shared nearly every common interest. The pair was never seen in public dressed in anything but black from head to toe, walking hand in hand- Michelle a few inches taller than Scott, but they didn't care.  They weren't just a couple, they were best friends, and involved themselves in each others hobbies.  Scott even had Michelle on stage with him at shows to operate prototype synthesizer software, back in the "90's. The two of them shared everything, and were always honest with each other, as far as Scott could tell. There had been some disagreements about sharing the bills recently, but it was no big deal for Scott to keep the bills paid on the small bungalow without the help from Michelle.  She went to work parties without him, and always was sure to come home early- before the lot of them over-indulged and the sex parties broke out.  He had no reason to not trust Michelle, and he believed she trusted him just the same.