“Please Forgive Me”

Two teens sit on the edge of a hotel bed. They’re holding hands, but there is still some distance between them.

Becky: Michael, “Please forgive me.”

Michael: What is there to forgive you for?

Becky: “If I act a little strange.” This is new to me and…

Silence.

Michael: You can tell me.

Becky: I don’t want to have sex. Not tonight. “For I know not what I do” or what to do. My friends have been telling me it “feels like lightning through my veins” and I want to, but I really don’t want to.

Michael: I think that’s okay. I don’t really want to either. I mean “every time I look at you” I feel like I should feel something more.

Becky: “Everytime I look at you,” recently it feels like you’re not telling me something. How are we supposed to be together if there’s something missing. I mean I get that it happens and people do that all the time. My sister has been through loads of guys and told me the tales, but she’s not actually happy just because she’s doing it. I’ll stop; you were saying something.

Michael: “Help me out here / all my words are falling short” and I don’t know how to say this. It’s hard enough in my head, but out loud, “And there's so much I want to say.”

Becky: You let me say what I need to and are super cool about it. My best friend said you’d storm out of the room when I said I didn’t want to have sex. That I should do it to one, get it over with and two, to please you. We’ve been dating a few months.

Michael: (shouts) Becky. I’m gay!

Becky: Wait... What?

Michael: I “want to tell you just how good it feels” to say that. It’s in the world now.

Becky: So this means.

Michael: I’m gay, Becky, and I’m not ready to tell everyone or really anyone, so will you help me keep this a secret until I can figure out who needs to know?

Becky: Ummmmm. Sure. (Gets up) I’m gonna go. (Picks up her bag) I guess this means we’re breaking up.

Michael: Yeah, it does. (Grabs Becky’s hand) You don’t have to leave. Actually I’d like you to stay and we can chat.

Becky: We just broke up. I don’t know if I want to just sit here with you when I was pretty sure we were going to be an official couple after this trip.

Michael: Please stay and sit here a while.

 Becky begrudgingly sits back down on the bed. She is further from Michael this time.

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