Burnouts 2: Without Butterflies

Something Old, Something New

Scene 1: Madison Street

Leo Rylin

"I got them!" Matt proudly handed me the movie cases.

"Fucking Christ," I said, lowly, as I went through each one, looking at the covers. He bought horror movies that he knows were banned from other countries. He thinks that makes them better like they weren't banned for a reason.

"What do you think this will do to our brains?" Amanda cringed.

"Who cares?" Matt shrugged.

"When you become the Hannibal lector of the lower east side, you'll spare us, right?"

I chuckled at her. "Afraid not, Clarice."

Matt sucked his teeth. "Where's Elle? She'd back me up."

"We're doing fine without her," Mandy rolled her eyes.

"Don't you get started," I sighed.

"You never tell her that."

"Yeah, I do. That's why she doesn't talk to you."

"She's rude," Amanda pressed.

"No, she's not. She just...doesn't like that we used to-" I raised my eyebrows, "you know."

"Tell her to get over it. That was forever ago, we haven't hooked up in like— a year."

"I can't tell her to get over it."

"Wasn't a problem for Heather."

"Because you made it seem like you were her friend."

"I am."

I scoffed. "Yeah, how's that working out?"

"Still a lot better than me and that ho," she glared.

"Amanda," I said sternly.

"If it's just going to be us, then we don't have to watch all of them. We can save the rest for when there's more people— and Amanda can be as far away from Elle as possible," Matt suggested.

"Doesn't matter if we're separated. She'll still be crying over her precious Leo not being a virgin."

"Jesus Christ. Shut up," I said to cut the Elle talk, and because I see Mr. Krakowski nearing the door.

When it opened, we all moved off to the side of the steps so he could come down.

"Wow, Mr. Krakowski, you look good," I commented.

"I have tickets to a show," he smiled and adjusted his top hat.

"What are you going to see?"

"Fancy clothes," Krakowski said, excitedly, fishing into his pocket to hand me the tickets.

Of course.

I nodded. "The charity fashion show."

"You know about this?"

"Yeah, it's Heather's." I hand them back. "She must've sent them."

"Would you like to go, Leonardo?"

"Nah...she doesn't want me there."

"But she sent me another," he said as if I were the only reason he'd be given two tickets.

"You should take Ms. Myrtle from downstairs. She likes you."

"Are you sure?"

"I think you'll have fun."

"If I see Heather, I will do my best to make her smile. I will for you."