Allison: Okay, green is officially not my color.

Jiles: You always look cute. Heck, you even look cute when you were a Wookie.

Allison: Not one of my best days.... so have you finished yet?

Jiles: Um, no just revising some stuff.

Allison: Booooring.

Jiles: Not oooooptional.

Allison: Well ya, if you want it to get published I guess. Is that really what you want though?

Jiles: What else would I want?

Allison: I don't know, for some people they just like to get stuff out. Put it on paper. I mean, that's what I do.

Jiles: Allison Amelia! I've known you for 2 years, and I had no idea you wrote.

Allison: Well ya. Sometimes I write poetry, sometimes just notes. I mean it's nothing good, but I like it. And I guess that's all that matters.

Jiles: When do you write it?

Allison: Usually right after I take my make-up off or right before I go to bed. I know my life's not so hard or anything, but it's different and it just helps sometimes to get all of the mangled thoughts straight by putting them on paper. Ya know?

Jiles: Deffinitly. So can I hear some of it?

Allison: Over my dead body.

Jiles: What?

Allison: No way, it's way too personal for ANYONE to read. Even me sometimes.

Jiles: Come on.

Allison: No! Besides you won't let anyone read your story.

Jiles: I will eventually, just not yet. It's unfinished. Who wants to read an unfinished story?

Allison: Well that’s one way to avoid a bad ending.

Jiles: But shouldn’t it be conclusive?

Allison: I don’t think so.

Jiles: But what if I don’t want it to be a cliff hanger?

Allison: It won’t be, it will just be unfinished. You’ll have your own idea of what comes next, it just won’t be on the page.

Jiles: But I have to finish it somehow, even if it’s not with a real ending.

Allison: Whatever.

Jiles: Besides, what do you have against endings anyway? Not all endings are cliché.

Allison: Because endings mean something’s over. And I don’t like when things are done.

Jiles: Not even wars? Killing sprees? Bad infomercials?

Allison: No, because I feel like something comes out of all of them, and when they end, things stop coming out.

Jiles: You’re odd.

Allison: I know. And hungry.

Jiles: I can make you something.

Allison: Nah, that’s alright. I think I’ll make myself some pancakes.

Jiles: At midnight?

Allison: Now’s as good a time as any. (goes into kitchen) Do you want some?

Jiles: No that’s alright.

Allison: Are ya sure?

Jiles: Mhmm.

Allison: Fine, then I’ll just make them for myself. Do we have syrup?

Jiles: Uh ya, I think Tonio picked some up.

Allison: Found it. (a loud clanging noise erupts from the kitchen, sound of multiple bowls falling)

Jiles: Need some help in there?

Allison: No. Jiles are sure you don’t want one?

Jiles: I’m sure.

Allison: Alright then, I’ll just one giant colossal pancake, the Shamu of all pancakes! The Godzilla of flowery foods, the Paul Bunyon of buttery masses!

Jiles: You do that.

Allison: (comes out) Not impressed?

Jiles: Sorry.

Allison: Well now I have to wait for it to cook.

Jiles: That was fast.

Allison: Well it’s pretty much the only real food I know how to make, so I’ve gotten pretty good at it. For some reason they must have taught it at night, and that’s how I remember. Because I’m sure that the school made us make cupcakes and stuff too. I just don’t remember how I did it.

Jiles: Well I think I'd rather know how to make pancakes than brownies or something. Pancakes are far more practical.

Allison: Because practicallity is what I strive for.

Jiles: Of course. (Allison goes over to the window and opens it)

Allison: God, why is it so smelly in here?

Jiles: Oh, I think Tootie brought down all his high-heels so he can wash them tomorrow.

Allison: God, it's awful.

Jiles: Well you could always open up a window.

Allison: Brilliant idea. (runs over and opens a window) I love the smell of outside after it rains. (pause) The stars are nice.

Jiles: They're nothing new.

Allison: I remember once someone said that if the stars weren't there all the time, we'd appreciate them more.

Jiles: I guess that's true.

Allison: Do you think maybe I'm like the stars?

Jiles: Sure.

Allison: Not always around, so, you kind of appreciate it more when I'm here. I mean, do you appreciate it more?

Jiles: I guess.

Allison: You guess?

Jiles: Ya.

Allison: You miss me.

Jiles: Really?

Allison: Yes. (grabs his mouth) I miss Allison all the time, I wish I could be around her alllllll day.

Jiles: You're delusional.

Allison: You're stubborn.

Jiles: You're a horrible chef.

Allison: You're a procrastinator!

Jiles: You're-- kinda beautiful. (they kiss, for a while until)

Allison: Pancakes!

Jiles: What?

Allison: The pancakes! (runs into kitchen, comes out with pan and with very burnt pancake in it) Oh no...

Jiles: Ah it's not that bad.

Allison: Jiles it's burnt.

Jiles: No it's just...crispy.

Allison: Jiles, it's ruined.

Jiles: I think it's gonna be okay. You can make another batch.

Allison: We don't have anymore flour....

Jiles: I can go get some.

Allison: By the time you get back I....

Jiles: Oh, right.

Allison: I'm sorry.

Jiles: No, no it's not your fault. I shouldn't have distracted you.

Allison: At least it was a good distraction.

Jiles: I think so. Besides, I'm more in the mood for cereal.

Allison: Hmm...(runs into kitchen) What kind?

Jiles: How about Captain Crunch?

Allison: That's my favorite!

Jiles: Fancy that.

Allison: Ya know, I never did like that raisin, wheat stuff. I just thought it was wrong. Cereal is such a kids food, the sanctitiy of it should be....well, sacred and stuff.

Jiles: I second that!

Allison: There ya go.

Jiles: Do you know how much sugar is in this stuff?

Allison: You're ruining the mood.

Jiles: What mood?




Allison: This is nice.

Jiles: Ya.

Allison: Ya know, I think I only need two men in my life to make me totally happy.

Jiles: Oh really?

Allison: You and Captain Crunch.

Jiles: Ya....

Allison: It's too bad we couldn't do this all the time, just at night and stuff. I think that's pretty lame.

Jiles: I would have to agree.

Allison: Jiles, do you miss me? I mean, really.

Jiles: Allison, you're always here.

Allison: Ya, but do you miss me when I'm not me?

Jiles: Well I guess that's a fair question. Yes, I suppose I do miss you a little. But I always get you back at night.

Allison: Ya, but what if it wasn't just at night ya know? Like, if it was all the time?

Jiles: Well funny you should mention that... (Allison tilts her head, questioning) I was actually talking to someone, someone pretty important.

Allison: Barak Obama?

Jiles: Not quite. I was talking to a doctor that I had come across online. He's pretty famous, like, he's founded a bunch of organizations and charities and stuff, good stuff.

Allison: So?

Jiles: Well I found an article that he wrote about your condition. And I thought it was pretty interesting, so I e-mailed him and told him about you.

Allison: I'm flattered.

Jiles: So he said that you deffinitly had INSERT DISEASE NAME HERE, and that he was actually working on a procedure to fix the part of the brain that makes you do that. He told me all about it, but I can't really remember the details. Lots of big words, important names, it sounds legit.

Allison: So what are you saying?

Jiles: I'm saying that he could fix that part of your brain so that you'll remember everyday, not just the night. And you won't wake up like someone different anymore. Isn't that great?

Allison: Um, sure.

Jiles: Why aren't you excited?

Allison: Um, I don't know. It's just all really fast I guess.

Jiles: Well it's not like I've scheduled anything.

Allison: No, but you want to, don't you?

Jiles: Well ya, I think it'd be a pretty good idea.

Allison: But you need my consent.

Jiles: Actually....

Allison: What? You don't need my consent? I'm an adult!

Jiles: An adult with a mental condition that could by their standards affect your judgment.

Allison: What?

Jiles: Don't worry, I won't force you into anything. I just figured you would want this.

Allison: Why would you think that?

Jiles: You just said that it would be great if we could be together all the time.

Allison: Ya, I also say that I want a pegacorn but you don't see me going out and buying one!

Jiles: What the heck's pegacorn?

Allison: It's a unicorn mixed with a pegasus! Duh.

Jiles: Did you ever think maybe the reason you couldn't buy one was because they don't exist?

Allison: That's not the point.

Jiles: You're right, the point is, this is a good idea. Why aren't you excited?

Allison: You really don't get it do you?

Jiles: Care to enlighten me?

Allison: You've only talked to this guy on the phone, you've never actually met him, and all the stuff you know about him is off the internet, which is quite frankly not the most reliable source. How could you not understand? You're following this guy blindly!

Jiles: I did so much research!

Allison: I did too! There are MULTIPLE websites that say pagacorns are real!

Jiles: Would you let go of the freaking pegacorns?!?

Allison: I will let go of the pegacorns when you let me make my own decisions!

Jiles: Allison what just happened, the kissing... I know that you care about me.

Allison: So what?

Jiles: So what? I want to be with you, and I can't be with you if you're only really around a few hours a day! If you get this surgery, just imagine it. Don't you want to be like everyone else?

Allison: No, actually I don't.

Jiles: That's not what I meant. I mean