"A Likable Pervert"
Ext. Annunciation St. & Race Bus Stop - morNING
Monday.
Ten after eight o'clock in the morning. The bus is late. ASHLEY, a pretty young high school junior, glances at her watch and then leans forward trying to see as far down the street as she can. Cars and trucks speed by, no sign of the bus, or anything else worth her attention.
JACK, a middle aged man, rides his beat up old cruiser bicycle past the bus stop where Ashley stands. Jack wears a ratty old sweatshirt, a cloth flap hat, and fingerless gloves.
Her eyes follow him as he rides by.
He rings his bicycle's bell and waves at her as he rides by.
She doesn't react, no smile, nothing.
He continues to pedal off to his job at the Convention Center.
Ext. Annunciation St. & Race Bus Stop - morNING - the NEXT DAY
Tuesday.
Jack rides by, rings his bell, and waves. Ashley gives him no reaction.
Ext. Annunciation St. & Race Bus Stop - morNING - tHE NEXT DAY
Wednesday.
Jack rides by, rings his bell, and waves. Still nothing.
Ext. Annunciation St. & Race Bus Stop - morNING - tHE NEXT DAY
Thursday.
Jack rides by, rings his bell, and waves. She watches him, but remains stoic.
EXT. aNNUNCIATION ST. & RACE BUS STOP - mORNING - tHE NEXT DAY
Friday.
A beautiful sunny morning, golden light pouring through partly-sunny skies, flowers in bloom, a cool breeze blowing.
Jack rides by, rings his bell, and waves at Ashley.
She smiles.
He sees her.
She looks away, still smiling.
Jack hits the brakes and turns around heading towards Ashley. He slams on his brakes in front of her.
She quickly turns towards him, smile vanished.
Jack speaks in a pronounced Yat accent with the gravely voice of a life well lived.
Jack
Hey. You smiled.
Ashley
No I didn't.
JACK
You did. It's OK.
Ashley shrugs in a "so fucking what?" kinda way.
JACK (CONT'D)
You should smile more often. Its just about the prettiest thing I've ever seen.
ASHLEY
Ain't you got somewhere to be, mister?
Jack nods.
JACK
Yeah, Yeah. Well you won't see me again for a few days, I'm taking some days off to finish paintin' my kitchen. It's the last thing I've got to do on my house. Then I'm finished.
ASHLEY
Oh yeah.
JACK
Yeah, I've been workin' on that house for fifteen years. Paintin'. Hammerin'. But next week...
He makes a hand gesture.
JaCK (CONT'D)
...finished, baby. C'mon on over and a have a look. It's a, uh, a, little blue shotgun over on Camp by Josephine.
ASHLEY
Uh huh.
They both look to ground enduring an uncomfortable silence.
Ashley breaks the silence.
ASHLEY (CONT'D)
That's a cool bike.
Jack smiles and rubs the handle bars.
JACK
Thanks. I found it my yard when I bought the place, I...uh, I gotta get movin'.
Jack starts to pedal off.
JACK (CONT'D)
Keep smilin', darlin'!
He waves as he rides away ringing the bell several times.
A small smile slowly emerges on Ashley's face.
Int. Jack's house - day
Monday.
The clock in Jack's kitchen says three-thirteen.
Jack, shirtless, puts the last few strokes of paint on his kitchen wall. His hair is typically mussed, with spackles of paint on his face, torso, and arms.
He stands back, satisfied.
Sound: A knock on the front door.
A quizzical look engulfs his face as he heads towards the front door.
He opens the door and there stands Ashley, in her school uniform.
ASHLEY
You said to come on by.
Jack smiles.
JACK
I did.
Jack stands in the doorway, blocking her way in.
JACK (CONT'D)
Oh, shit. C'mon in.
She enters into the living room.
JACK (CONT'D)
Hang on a sec.
Jack ventures into another room, looking for something resembling a clean tee shirt.
Ashley taps her foot, looking around the room
Jack comes back into the room, putting on an old faded, but clean tee shirt.
JACK (CONT'D)
You thirsty?
ASHLEY
No.
JACK
Well I am.
He motions for her to come back to the kitchen. She follows.
He pours himself a big glass of lemonade and downs it all in one big gulp.
JACK (CONT'D)
Ahh!
Ashley smiles, big.
JACK (CONT'D)
There it is again.
She walks towards and stops, centimeters from him.
He slowly puts down the glass.
She puts her hands on his waist.
Jack hesitantly puts his hand on her shoulder. She leans towards and they kiss. Deep. Long.
They shed their clothes one piece at a time. He picks her up and sets her on the counter leans down and begins to give her oral sex.
Ashley moans with pleasure.
Jack raises his head and caresses her breast while they kiss again. Deep.
Int. JACK'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - dAY - thE NEXT DAY
Tuesday.
Jack answers the door wearing, jeans and a concert tee shirt. Ashley rushes towards him and they embrace.
Int. JACK'S HOUSE, BEDROOM - day
Ashley lies naked on the bed. She kisses his belly while he removes his shirt.
Int. JACK'S HOUSE, BEDROOM - daY - the NEXT DAY
Wednesday.
Ashley sits atop Jack as they have sex on his bed.
Int. JACK'S HOUSE, bedroom - dusk - a few hours later
The alarm clock in Jacks bedroom reads, ten minutes past seven. Jack and Ashley lie in bed, naked, in one another's arms.
She looks up and sees the clock.
ASHLEY
I gotta go.
She gets very quickly and starts looking for clothes, putting them on when she finds them.
JaCK
Aw. Lemme make you some dinner.
She stops in mid action while putting on a sock.
ASHLEY
I'm sorry. I can't. Today.
Jack sits up on the bed.
JACK
I've got some gumbo.
ASHLEY
I'm sorry.
She throws on the rest of her clothes and practically runs for the front door.
Jack, naked, walks after her.
EXT. Jack'S HOUSE - dusk
Ashley hops down the porch steps.
Jack opens the door. He realizes he's flashing the whole neighborhood and covers his genitals with his hand.
JACK
See ya tomorrow!
He waves to her with the hand he was covering his privates with. He quickly covers up with his non-waving hand.
Ashley high tails it down the street.
Int. JACK'S HOUSE, kitchen - night - the next night
Thursday.
The clock in the kitchen says 9 o'clock. A large pot of gumbo simmers on the stove.
INT. jACK'S HOUSE, living room - nighT
Jack lies passed out on his couch, an empty bottle of whisky lies beneath him, on the floor.
EXT. anNUNCIATION ST. & RACE BUS STOP - the next morning
Friday.
Jack in his usual morning getup rides past the bus stop, his head a throbbing mess.
He looks, no Ashley.
EXT. aNNUNCIATION ST. & RACE BUS STOP - morNING
Monday.
Jack rides by. Ashley is not there.
EXT. aNNUNCIATION ST. & RACE BUS STOP - morNING
Tuesday.
Jack rides past the bus stop, expecting nothing. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Ashley.
She looks past him, like he's not there.
Beside Ashley stands high school age tough guy, CYRIL.
Jack turns his bicycle around and rides up to the bus stop.
JACK
Is somethin' wrong?
Ashley doesn't look at him directly.
ASHLEY
What you want, mister?
JACK
Ashley, are you mad at me? If its something I did or said...
Cyril bounds up towards Jack, getting in his face.
Cyril
Why don't you get the fuck?
Jack nods his head and peers around Cyril's huge neck and makes eye contact with Ashley. She quickly looks away.
JACK
Look, its cool, man. Its cool.
Jack backs up his bike and rides off. He pedals hard, but can't keep himself from looking back at Ashley one last time.
Cyril, back to Jack, bitches.
CyRIL
Who's that old fuck?
Ashley looks at Jack and half a smile creeps into her face.
Jack laughs and rings his bicycle bell and waves at her. This time he can't keep his eyes off her face.
He doesn't see the car turning onto the street and smashes right into it.
CyRIL (CONT'D)
(O.C.)
Oh shit!
Cyril runs towards the accident.
Ashley closes her eyes, still smiling, as if it was all a dream.
Her watch reads ten after eight o'clock in the morning. The bus is late again.
The end.
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