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Sometimes the words you don’t say matter most.

Among all the crazy things verbally challenged valedictorian Ben Fiasco pictured he’d be doing the summer of his senior year, he never thought stealing a cancer patient to New York City would be one of them.


Chapter Zero

The Beggining

“GIRL NUMBER THREE”

Written by Ben Fiasco
Fade in:
SCENE: A crowded party with dim lights highlights the drunken teenager. A couple interlocks their hands on the couch. Slowly, the camera pans to a boy standing with his hands in his pockets, watching the couple with a scowl on his face.
Girl Number One:
“Hey I think I’ve seen you around. What’s your name again…Barry?”
“No, it’s Ben.”
“Oh. Well, Ben I was wondering if you wanted to come upstairs and play some Scrabble.”
“No, its okay, thanks.”
“You sure?”
“I don’t like Scrabble…”
“You know I don’t really mean play Scrabble, right…”
“Yes. I know you’re referring to having sexual intercourse on the dingy bed upstairs. But I really would rather not. Thanks for the offer though.”
“Whatever.”

Girl Number Two:
“Oh my God, this is my favorite song!”
“Really?”
“Yeah, can’t you hear the pain in his voice? Kellin Quinn is just amazing.”
“Are you sure? This song lacks instrumental and vocal talent. All he’s doing is screaming.”
“Excuse me? This song got me through my parents’ divorce.”
“That may have something to do with the anger you felt from their split. But this isn’t music. Its torture.”
“Who invited you anyway?”
“Henry Wu.”
“Wow, fuck you.”
“Are you still angry about your parents’ divorce?”
“No! You’re just an asshole!

Girl Number Three:
“Hey,”
“Hi.”
“This party kind of sucks, right?”
“It’s alright. I don’t go to parties that much so I have nothing to compare it to.”
“Ah. You’re Ben, right?”
“Mhm, I know you. You’re Eve; you were in my AP physics class.”
“Yeah…”
“You have leukemia right?”
“Yup.”
“Did you know leukemia is derived from Greek words?”
“Oh yeah?”
“Leukos means white and aima means blood. So Leukemia is a cancer of white blood cells.”
“Pretty cool. Do you speak Greek?”
“No, I’m just smart.”
“Ha.”
“Why are you laughing? I’m serious.”
“Oh, no I was just…”
“What type of leukemia do you have?”
“Acute Lymphoblastic. Look, can we not talk about this? I came to a party to have fun not talk about my chances of dying.”
“Your chances of survival are pretty high. Seeing that you are taking treatment already- unless you’re bald naturally–”
“No I’m not.”
“That’s good. What are your symptoms?”
“Sorry, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“It’s okay I don’t get grossed out quick. I have a good gut–”
“Okay, that’s great. But I have to go outside now”
“Are you going to smoke? Smoking is sometimes a leading cause of leukemia.”
“No I don’t smoke, never did. Alright, I’ll see you around.”
“Okay feel better.”
“Uh-huh.”

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