An hour later... Eric is packing the freshly baked cookies into a box.
ERIC: Taste. (He puts some in a plate and serves it to Gwen)
GWEN: Pass.
ERIC: Why? You've been quiet the whole time, busy with your phone. You okay?
GWEN: Never felt better. (Feigning a smile, returning her gaze back to her phone)
ERIC: Are you... jealous?
GWEN: 'Course not.
ERIC: I already explained to you, my reason for baking these.
GWEN: Sure, you did.
ERIC: So why you mad?
GWEN: I'm not.
ERIC: Prove it.
GWEN: Do I have to?
ERIC: Take a bite at least.
GWEN: I said I'm...
Eric forces a cookie into her mouth.
GWEN: Hey, stop! Sto... (She munches) Oh... oh my... Oh my God, this is great. (Her eyes widen, astonished by the taste)
ERIC: Care for another? (Smiling)
GWEN: You just had to ask.
Shortly, the Holmes's place. There's a knock on Bonnie's door.
BONNIE: Tyler, come get your stinky socks out of my room or you'd find them in the trash. (Laying on her bed, playing piano tiles)
"All set for your trip, huh?"
BONNIE: You?... hi. (Pausing the game, seeing Eric)
ERIC: Can I put this down?
BONNIE: What's that? (She sniffs, looking at the box he's holding) Smells good.
ERIC: Was hoping you'd say that. (Keeping the box on the bed) May I sit?
BONNIE: Of course. (Rolling over and sitting upright, she taps the bed, signifying him to sit next to her)
ERIC: Neat room. (Breaking the momentary silence)
BONNIE: Haha, you're just lucky to meet it after I cleaned up.
ERIC: Those are my lines.
BONNIE: You used mine first. (They share a laugh) So what's the occasion? Why bring me this? (She opens the box and looks at him)
ERIC: The last time we talked, we were seated side by side on a bed just like we are now, the only difference is that it was my room. You asked me to join your band, Faded Flames, I said no. (He scratches his brows) Ever since then, you've been kinda distant.
BONNIE: Eric...
ERIC: I know we don't talk much, yeah, but I noticed the change in your attitude towards me. That's why I baked these cookies, so I could... you know... apologize for...
BONNIE: For what?
ERIC: I know the band means a lot to you and I turned down your offer just like that without a reasonable explanation.
BONNIE: You said you didn't wanna be a part of a band, that's a reasonable explanation. You don't have to be apologetic for your decisions. Everyone's got the right to make their own choices. It's me who should be sorry, for being selfish and childish.
There's a brief silence. She takes out a cookie from the box, breaks it into two halves, gives one to Eric then bites out of the other.
BONNIE: Mmmm... (She closes her eyes, munching) This is amazing.
ERIC: Thanks.
BONNIE: Can we go outside? I haven't stepped out of my room since I got back from school.
ERIC: Sure.
Outside, standing by the wooden fence that demarcates their buildings.
BONNIE: So I'd be back on Monday, I'm just excited about our first ever musical performance.
ERIC: Tyler mentioned it. I'm happy for you.
BONNIE: Thank you.
ERIC: So... Bonnie?
BONNIE: Eric?
ERIC: We're good, right?
BONNIE: Of course.
ERIC: Gimme a sign.
BONNIE: What kinda sign?
ERIC: I dunno, touch my hair or something, anything nice.
BONNIE: Anything nice, huh? (She hugs him)
ERIC: Whoa, okay. That works. (They share a chuckle)
06:15pm, back at the Mance's place.
GWEN: You've been smiling since you came back. (Sitting on Eric's bed)
ERIC: I smile almost everytime.
GWEN: You hugged her?
ERIC: She hugged me, but how did you know?
GWEN: You smell like a girl's closet.
ERIC: Well, girls who smell nice are a turn on.
GWEN: So she turns you on?
ERIC: Gwen! (He scoffs, sitting close to her and wrapping his arms around her) Okay, I'm gonna be straight with you. Seems you're jealous and...
GWEN: I'm not.
ERIC: ...and you may choose to deny it, but if you're not comfortable with me hanging out with her, you tell me, I'd stop.
GWEN: I never said that.
ERIC: I know you didn't. Not verbally, but your expression says it all.
GWEN: I've no right to choose your friends for you. I'm sorry.
ERIC: Don't be. (Kissing her)
February 11, Evans High, the hallway.
LAURA: Hashtag on the way, hashtag Oklahoma.
BONNIE: You sure we're permitted to leave?
ANDERSON: Come on, babe. Adrian helped us get an edit permit, why you worried?
BONNIE: Nah, I just don't like breaking rules.
LAURA: You're so boring, rules are made to be broken, I don't even need a permit to leave.
ANDERSON: Easy to say when you already have a permit you didn't hustle for.
BONNIE: Can you even hear yourself? "Rules are made to be broken" You've served detention twice this semester, remember? Seems you enjoy it.
LAURA: Please, I sleep during detention, it's like nap time.
BONNIE: That's because you haven't been on severe detention.
LAURA: Have you?
BONNIE: Nope.
LAURA: Then shut up.
ANDERSON: Have you, Laura?
LAURA: Not yet.
ANDERSON: Then you two shut up, because I have.
LAURA: Whoa, easy.
LOUIS: Where's Dylan? Why's he taking long? My cousin's here already. (Leaving the main entrance)
ANDERSON: Is that her car? (He points to a black Ford Explorer SUV parked across the road)
LOUIS: Yeah, she volunteered to drive us to the airport.
ANDERSON: Which of your cousins?
LOUIS: The one at Cleave Hills High.
ANDERSON: Oh, the hot cheerleader? Seen a lotta her pics on your phone.
LOUIS: She sends me a lot of her pics, a LOT! (He shakes his head and scoffs). But we're quite close though.
ANDERSON: Cool. I'd finally get to meet her. (Bonnie gives him a funny look)
Dylan meets up with the group, Louis's cousins gets out of the car to greet them.
KAREN: Hey.
LOUIS: This is my buddy, Anderson. This is Dylan, bad ass sketch artist. And these are my girls, Bonnie and Laura... Guys, meet my cousin, Karen.
BONNIE: Hi.
LAURA: I dig your style. (Assessing Karen's outfit)
KAREN: Thanks.
DYLAN: Nice ride!
KAREN: Thanks. (She scoffs)
ANDERSON: Alright, let's do this real quick. Hit me with your best poses. (He slings the strap of his camera over his neck as he holds it, adjusting the lens)
KAREN: Me?
ANDERSON: Don't keep us waiting, girl. See yourself as a celebrity model and see this as fashion week photo studio session. Now get into character.
KAREN: Uhm, okay. (She smiles)
There's a series of clicking and flashing lights. Karen gracefully blesses the atmosphere with her strides and struts, playing with her hair and giving her best angles.
LAURA: Damn, girl. You're a natural. (She gawks, looking almost starstruck)
KAREN: Thank you. (She smiles, then goes to meet Anderson). Whoa, they're great. I love them. Thanks for this.
ANDERSON: You're welcome. I'mma edit 'em now.
KAREN: Gimme your number, I'd need you around.
BONNIE: Uhm... what for?
KAREN: You got a problem with that?
BONNIE: I just asked... what for?
KAREN: For business. I might need more of those magical shots of his. He's good, isn't he?
BONNIE: Yeah... totally.
KAREN: Here's mine. (She hands Anderson her card as she walks back to her car and opens the door)
ANDERSON: "Karen O'Neil, Karen Kreatives" (He reads the content of the card). You create what?
KAREN: Fashion illustrations. (She starts the engine)
ANDERSON: Cool.
LOUIS: Get in, guys. (Keeping their bags in the trunk and closing it) Our flight is for 12:45pm.
BONNIE: Just realized you parked your car right in front of the 'No Parking' sign. You could have been caught. (She, Laura and Dylan get into the car)
KAREN: Caught?
BONNIE: Yeah, that's the rule.
KAREN: Rule? Are you a freshman?
BONNIE: What does that have to do with anything?
KAREN: Freshman. Thought as much.
BONNIE: So what if I'm a...
LAURA: Relax, bitch. (She whispers to Bonnie) I know you're pissed because she exchanged numbers with your boyfriend.
BONNIE: She thinks she's hot. (Whispering back)
LAURA: Well, she is.
BONNIE: ...
LAURA: Just saying.
Anderson and Louis finally get into the car. Louis, in the front passenger seat while Anderson, behind with Dylan, Bonnie and Laura.
KAREN: Here, babe. (She unwraps a pack of BigRed bubblegum and offers it to Louis)
LOUIS: You know I don't chew.
KAREN: Of course. (She drives out of the premises).
01:17pm, on board, high up in the clouds. Laura is seated by the window, Bonnie is sandwiched in-between Laura and Anderson who's by the edge close to Louis on the other row, Dylan is behind Louis.
A flight attendant dressed in a smart skirt suit approaches them, pushing a movable tray table containing some drinks and snacks.
LOUIS: Thanks, miss.
DYLAN: Whoa. (He exclaims, reading a magazine)
LOUIS: What's up?
DYLAN: Deadpool is gonna be out tomorrow. Been waiting for the movie ever since I saw the trailer.
ANDERSON: Saw it on Marvel's Instagram page yesterday. There's another movie coming out tomorrow.
LOUIS: Zoolander?
ANDERSON: Yeah, Zoolander 2. Hey, can I see the magazine for a second?
Dylan passes it to Louis in front of him and Louis passes it to Anderson.
ANDERSON: Y'all watched 'Dirty Grandpa'?
LAURA: Came out last month, watched it as soon as it was out.
Anderson goes on glancing through the pages of the magazine till he stumbles upon an interview of a man who lost his family in a fire. The more he reads, the more he relates with the man's painful story, visualizing the incident like he was there. He starts having flashbacks, he's seeing his parents and sisters burning, screaming 'Fire!'. It feels like the gas explosion is happening all over again. 'Fire! Fire!' The voices of his dying sisters echo loudly in his head.
ANDERSON: Fire. (Bonnie glances at him) Fire! (Scratching his hair)
BONNIE: Babe, you alright?
ANDERSON: Fireee!! (He throws the magazine on the floor)
LOUIS: Come on... not what I'm thinking.
ANDERSON: Fireeeee! (He unlocks his seatbelt and gets up)
"Hey, sit back down, kid"
LOUIS: Fuck! It's starting again! (Fiddling with the hook of his seatbelt)
ANDERSON: Fireeee!!! (Hitting his head on the air vent, falling on Bonnie and Laura)
All the passengers are confused and worried, the flight attendants rush out.
"Who's that?"
"What's going on?"
ANDERSON: Fireee!!!! (Falling to the floor, holding his head)
LOUIS: Hey, no no, remain seated please, we got this. (He and Dylan get off their seats as he tries to calm Bonnie and Laura who are about to unbuckle their seatbelts also). Gimme a hand, Dylan! (Trying to hold Anderson)
DYLAN: Stay still, bro. Stay still.
"Unbutton his clothes, he needs to breathe"
BONNIE: What must have triggered this? (Panicking)
ANDERSON: Fireeeee!! Ughrrr! (Sweating, the whole passengers are disorganized)
"We should initiate emergency landing"
LOUIS: No ma'am, we can handle this. Is there a doctor on board? Somebody please help!