COOKING
Oliver hears a knock on the door, and goes to get it. To his surprise, it's Yoko
OLIVER
Uh...Yoko, hey...!
YOKO
I brought over some food, since you said you were low on cash.
OLIVER
Yeah...I got a little crazy with the allowance this month...
He laughs sheepishly and looks over at his new game console, apparently what his food money went to.
Yoko makes her way into the kitchen, unbagging the food and putting an apron on.
YOKO
Well, don't worry, I'm here to save the day.
OLIVER
(a little too excited)
You're gonna cook me dinner!?
(clearing his throat and trying to sound calm)
Well, you know...if you want to...that's cool.
YOKO
Is pork stir fry okay?
OLIVER
Yeah, It's fine!
YOKO
Alright then.
(she turns around a little dramatically in her "cooking outfit)
Now go sit on the couch and let me handle things.
OLIVER
You don't want me to help?
Yoko slaps his hand with the spoon.
OLIVER
Ow
YOKO
Nope, you'll affect my performance. Now just go play your games.
OLIVER
Fine...geez...
Oliver starts to walk away but bus stays near the entrance to the kitchen, sinking down to the floor and watching Yoko sneakily.
OLIVER
(whispering to himself)
I can't believe she's in my kitchen cooking....and she's in an apron and everything....!
(he drools a little before perking up, thinking for a moment)
But maybe that's sexist...? Nah, I mean, she did suggest cooking herself...and I offered to help...but still....she said I'd affect her performance.
(he laughs before smiling devilishly)
I wonder what other performances of her's I'd affect.
YOKO
If you're going to stare at me like a perv the whole time you can at least get off the floor.
Oliver hops up.
OLIVER
Wha...uh...sorry...
Yoko just laughs.
YOKO
Well...as long as you're in here...hand me the salt.
COMFORTING
(Taking place during the time where Tuesday has temporarily disappeared)
Oliver and Yoko are sitting in Oliver's living room, Yoko's leaning against him but Oliver seems in some kind of trance as he stares at the TV.
YOKO
(concerned)
Oliver...you okay?
Oliver doesn't answer, he barely makes any indication that he even heard her.
After a few silent moments he finally looks at her, his eyes sad.
YOKO
Do you want some tea...or hot chocolate.
Oliver nods.
YOKO
Okay.
(she starts getting up)
I'll go make you some.
OLIVER
N-no....I got it...
Oliver gets up slowly and drags himself into the kitchen. Yoko watches attentively, not trusting him in the kitchen alone and goes after him.
Oliver's simply staring at the pot of hot water, looking like he's about to cry.
Yoko sighs, and places a hand on his shoulder.
YOKO
Oliver...
OLIVER
Why am I such a mess without her....?
YOKO
(a bit saddened)
Because she's your best friend....right?
Oliver nods slowly, turning to face Yoko with unfocused eyes before he simply hangs his head in a defeated manner. He sniffles, his eyes getting watery.
Yoko immediately pulls him into a hug.
YOKO
(softly)
Oliver...it's okay...
OLIVER
(his voice is broken)
I'm sorry....I'm such a mess right now...
YOKO
It's alright...I don't mind.
OLIVER
(he hugs her tightly)
Don't...leave me...please....
YOKO
I won't....
Oliver's knees get weak and he sinks down to the floor, taking Yoko with him. The two simply stay there in am embrace while the hot water continues to boil.
Cut to a few hours later. The water in the pot has completely evaporated, and the moon is up outside. But, Oliver and Yoko are still in the same spot.
Yoko's fallen into a light sleep but wakes up, looking at the clock to see that it's almost 11pm. She perks up.
Oliver feels her move and opens his eyes as well, groaning. They both meet gazes and Oliver stares at her pitifully.
YOKO
I...have to go...
Oliver's eyes widen, he looks scared.
OLIVER
But...you said...
YOKO
I'm sorry...but, my curfew, I've already passed it.
Oliver buries himself further in her embrace, not letting her go.
OLIVER
Then just stay here with me.
YOKO
(a bit stunned by his
forthright comment)
I...you know I want to just...I can't. My father would kill me.
OLIVER
Please Yoko...please. I don't wanna be here all by myself.
Yoko is about to protest but doesn't. Oliver just seems so broken, she doesn't have the heart to leave him there alone.
YOKO
Alright...I'll stay....
She can feel Oliver's smile against her.
CONFRONTING
(As Oliver tries to break up with Yoko)
YOKO
B-but why? We were doing just fine. Why are you breaking things off all of a sudden?
OLIVER
Just...something came up. It's not your fault Yoko, you're great...I just....
YOKO
Don't say it....
Oliver blinks, confused.
YOKO
Don't say it's not me "it's you"...just don't. We both know it's not either of us...it's her isn't it? It's Tuesday!
OLIVER
What are you saying?
YOKO
You love her don't you....?
Oliver looks away, blushing and not knowing how to answer that. He doesn't know himself.
His silence only angers Yoko further.
YOKO
Don't you!?
OLIVER
(angered)
I don't....!
(he takes a breath, calming)
I don't know...
Yoko's eyes widen, she's hurt and shocked.
OLIVER
But it's not fair to you...to both of us, to do this when I don't know...
YOKO
Why....?
Oliver looks at her.
YOKO
(angered and emotionally broken)
Why is this even a problem, Oliver, she's not real!
Oliver looks as if he's been punched in the stomach. He knows she's right....but he still feels a backed into a corner. It angers him.
OLIVER
(yelling)
You knew what I was like when you agreed to be friends with me, Yoko! You know I'm crazy!
YOKO
Save it....you lead me on!
OLIVER
I-I...I....
YOKO
(darkly and on the verge of crying)
You ass-hole.
Oliver's eyes widen. She went there....He stands there in shock and simply watches her walk away. He wants to go after her but instead he continues to stand there....
EXT. BACKYARD TO THE OLIVER'S OLD HOME - NOON
A younger Oliver runs outside, finding his mother under the big oak tree in their backyard, simply sitting in the shade.
YOUNG OLIVER
Mom! Dad said it's time for you to go to therapy!
Dawny simply sits there, not moving. She then turns her head to face him, smiling a little unsettlingly before turning back into the shade.
Oliver just looks dumbfounded, staring at her.
OLIVER (V.O)
My mom always had a strong opinion about going to therapy...and no matter how hard my dad tried to get her to go, she wouldn't.
Ace is standing in the doorway of the backyard door, leaning against the frame. Oliver turns towards him and shrugs; Ace frowns.
OLIVER (V.O)
I...never had to much of an opinion on therapy....
EXT. CITY SIDEWALK (OUTSIDE PSYCHIATRIC WARD) - DAY
Cut to Oliver and Tuesday outside of the psychiatric ward, Oliver's looking at the directions Yoko has written down for him. He sighs.
OLIVER (V.O CONT.)
Until I needed it myself....
Cut to opening theme.
INT. YOKO'S ROOM - DAY
Oliver and Yoko and are painting her walls. Yoko is simply painting straight lines of color while Oliver is painting abstract swirls and circles.
Yoko sighs fondly and shakes her head, stopping his hand.
YOKO
Oliver we're painting my room...not a city mural.
OLIVER
Well that's what you get for asking me to help. Why didn't you just ask a professional...? It's not like you don't have the money.
Zoom out on Yoko's room just to show how big it actually is.
YOKO
(nervously twirling her hair)
Well...you know...just...
Oliver smiles devilishly.
OLIVER
(playing teasting)
Oh, you just wanted me all alone in your room, didn't you?
Yoko blushes but looks angry. She speaks, but her words are dampened by her red face.
YOKO
(sucking her teeth)
Get over yourself.
Oliver smirks and puts a spot of paint on her nose. Yoko gasps playfully and puts a whole stroke of paint on his cheek.
OLIVER
Oh, so that's how you play, huh?
He reaches for Yoko, hugging her from behind and painting her cheek before Tuesday lets out a dramatic sigh to attract Oliver's attention, and he sees her sitting in the corner, knees pulling up to her chest. She's not as bratty as usual, but just looks sad and kind of angry.
Oliver frowns and walks over the corner, kneeling down to Tuesday.
OLIVER
(to Yoko)
one second...
(to Tuesday)
Hey...what's the matter?
TUESDAY
Oh, so you finally noticed me?
Oliver groans, his face unsympathetic.
OLIVER
Come on, Tuesday, not this again...
TUESDAY
Well...why is every weekend now taken up by you hanging out with..with her? When are we going to do things together again?
OLIVER
(sarcastically)
Hmmm...you know I recall giving you my entire childhood and all of my summer.
Tuesday just pouts.
TUESDAY
Not what I meant...
OLIVER
(sighing)
Tuesday just be happy that I made a friend that doesn't think I'm weird...and is okay with you.
TUESDAY
Which I still can't believe you told her...you know what might happen....
(she looks down, saddened)
Like what happened to mom.
Oliver pauses as well, his face get serious and he puts a hand on Tuesday's shoulder.
OLIVER
That won't happen to me, okay?...I promise.
YOKO
Something wrong with Tuesday?
(she looks around in every direction)
I mean, if that is Tuesday you're talking to....you don't have any more imaginary people I should meet?
Tuesday glares at Yoko.
OLIVER
(laughing to himself, patting Tuesday's head)
No, just one very stubborn little girl.
YOKO
(she kneels next to him)
If you don't mind me asking, if Tuesday annoys you, can't you just...I don't know, shut her off.
Tuesday lets out an offended gasp.
OLIVER
It doesn't entirely work that way...she's pretty much out of my control.
YOKO
(placing a hand on her chin thoughtfully)
Hmmm...what an odd condition.
Oliver's brows knit together; he's a little offended even though he knows Yoko meant no harm. Yoko immediately notices and corrects herself.
YOKO
Oh, well...I mean...not condition-condition but just...erm...
OLIVER
(putting up a hand; shushing her)
Forget it...
There's a brief moment of silence.
YOKO
Ever thought of therapy...?
Oliver's eyes widen and he sees a small flashback of his mother's unsettling smile when she was asked to go to therapy. He blinks, and the flashback in gone.
TUESDAY
You see...it's starting already...
OLIVER
(ignoring Tuesday)
Maybe once or twice...
YOKO
Well...you know, my aunt's a psychologist.
Oliver's eyes widen again.
OLIVER
What!? Yoko, why didn't you tell me...?
YOKO
(softly)
I didn't want to offend you...
Oliver smiles and tentatively puts his hand over hers.
OLIVER
Thanks Yoko, I'll keep that in mind.
(he stands)
Now, lets get back to painting before the sun goes down and we lose the natural light.
YOKO
Such the artist...
Oliver stops mid-step and turns to Tuesday, holding out his hand. Tuesday tries to hide her smile as she takes it and he props her up on his shoulders and continues painting.
OLIVER (V.O)
The more I started thinking about therapy after that day....the more it scared me...
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