HAUS POOPY

J: What have we done.

Feel like everything s breaking, everything inside me, inside my chest, it’s all collapsing.

You said you loved me.

I never said that

J: You told me.

I said I was heartbroken.

J: Isn’t that the same?

What? No!

J: You just wanted to fuck me?

Excuse me?

J: ……….. You’re just the same, under the skin, you’re just the same as any other fucking guy…

You don’t get to tell me what I am

J: So what is it then?

Hey? Jon?

Just a conquest.

A conquest?

J: So you could say you had me

I ain’t interested in saying nothing

J: Your ego

Fuck you, Julie.

J: No, Jon, fuck you!

SILENCE

You think you’re so great, don’t you?

You know, I remember things. About that time, when me and my mum would come to your house. I remember how I’d wear this shirt, this nice, green Nike shirt and I remember one week, you had a friend over. I could hear you through the door. You were talking about me. Saying I always wore the same clothes. Laughing.

You were laughing at me.

And I remember thinking how ugly you was then. Like, maybe you wasn’t all that. Maybe. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you were just another rich bitch.

J: Bitch? ……………. Not so feminist now, are you?

I never said I was a feminist.

J: I laughed at you? When I was thirteen?

Bet you can’t even remember.

J: Should I?

You ever felt what it’s like to be invisible, Julie? To not exist? People can’t see you, they don’t register, even when you clean their floors, even when you put your best clothes on because you want so badly for them to notice, but they can’t.

J: I was thirteen.

An now you’re eighteen.

J: It’s different.

No it ain’t. It’s never different. Never changes.

J: So why did you do it then? If I’m such a bitch?

Wish I hadn’t.

J: What?

………………………………

He showed it to me. He wanted to know if people my age actually wrote like that.

I don’t believe you.

J: ‘to whom it may concern…’

…………………….

Confidence was spelt wrong.

It’s not true.

J: Isn’t it?

Can’t be.

J: Okay, Jon.

He chose me!

J: Only because I told him to!

You?

J: Christine asked me. A favour. Said it would be good for your confidence.

Fuck this. I don’t need that job.

J: Okay, Jon.

I can get another one.

J: Course you can.

I’m not stupid.

J: No, I know. Or like you failed your GCSEs or anything.

You look down on me.

J: Do I?

But you don’t know.

J: Tell me.

Because you’re a disgusting fucking whore.

SILENCE

I need a drink.

J: Thought you were gonna drive Christine.

I am. I just need something.

J: Can’t drive her if you’re drunk.

Then I’ll take it with me.

J: There isn’t anything left!

That’s my father’s.

So?

J: You can’t take it. It costs hundreds of pounds.

He wont even notice.

J: It’s theft.

Since when do you care.

J: You’ve opened it already.

Christine and I had some.

J: ‘Christine and I’

Are you taking the piss out of me?

J: You steal from him?

It’s not theft.

J: He gave you a job.

But he barely pays me!

J: Careful…

You’re not serious.

J: You never know.

You look at me, like you’re above me.

You think you are?

You do?

No.

J: Don’t you?

No. I think we’re the same.

J: You wanted it too.

…………….

Was it really nothing?

I don’t know what it was. I can’t explain.

J: Try.

I don’t know. Something… some need. Some animal.

J: Animal?

And its different with Christine.

I ain’t talking about Christine.

J: It’s different?

I said I wasn’t talking about her.

J: It’s different. The way you fuck her, is so different? You have special moves? Is that it? Secret moves?

Be quiet.

J: She pegs you?

Fuck off.

J: Dresses you up as a cleaner?

Fuck you, Julie.

J: What, again?

SILENCE

You’ll never be Christine. Never. What we have. You’ll never have it.

J: Did you hear about my mother, Jon?

YAPPA

You should take Christine to her interview.

Where are you going?

J: To pack my bag.

Where will you go?

J

C: What have you done?

Julie’s dad’s gonna go mental when he sees this.

Oh. Ahm, yeah. Some people from the party came through.

I was just cleaning.

C: You okay?

Yeah. Fine.

C: I thought you’d come up?

I’m sorry, I got caught up with…

What happened to your hand?

C: Diana bit me.

What?

C: It’s okay.

Is it bad. Do we need to get it checked out.

C: It’s fine.

We should take to a hospital.

C: It’s fine, it’s okay. I cleaned it. I found a bandage in the bathroom.

It could be infected. We need to get it checked, what if she’s got something, some disease, or…

C: Jon.

It’s fine.

She was just scared.

She didn’t mean it.

Where’s Julie?

I don’t know. She left.

She was off. What she said. The way she spoke to you.

C: It doesnt matter.

We should go.

Yeah.

C: I’ll go get my phone.

JULIE ENTERS

What’s that?

J: I can’t leave her.

You’re mad.

J: He wont look after her.

It’s a dog, Julie.

J: Her name is Diana!

A dog.

J: I can’t leave her, he’ll get rid of her.

Where you going to go with a fucking pug at 11pm at night?

J: She’s not a pug, she’s a french bulldog!

She’s disgusting.

I’m getting Christine.