Girlfriend/Boyfriend Scenario

The SGP prop list got my brain a-working. So I was trying to write a short scenario but it kind of got away on me. So here is my attempt, and sorry I am definately not meant to be a writer, but it was fun!

Girlfriend Gator, a well-dressed businessman, makes his way to the Dollar Holler. A place he visits daily to get his cigarettes. But this time was different, behind the counter was a new face, the most beautiful girl he has ever laid his eyes on. As he approached to pay for his cigarettes, he noticed her nametag, ‘Boyfriend Peacock-trainee’. Having a peculiar name himself, this intrigued him even more. Not saying so much as a hi, and a thank you, Girlfriend Gator left. The next days and nights, the trainee was all he could think about. He pondered her name; she was so beautiful and timeless, that to him, the name was elegant and charming. He dreamt of her bright lips, to him, they made her classy yet sophisticated. He wondered where she came from, why she was working at the Dollar Holler. These days he still went in for his cigarettes, still not saying so much as a ‘hi’, and a thank you, and she never spoke back. This made him wonder even more about her. Could she speak? What did she sound like? Did she speak English? That was until the one day she said ‘hi’ in return. Her voice sang to him. Now, to most others, she may sound and looks just like another face in the crowd. To him she just became more angelic with every new thing he learned about her.

He began to write poetry about her, pages and pages of words. Sometimes the words weren’t about her, but how she made him feel. His days seemed brighter with seeing her to start them off. Soon there was not much he could learn about Boyfriend that was new, as she didn’t really talk, he had nothing else to write his poetry about, nothing new and exciting to inspire. So Girlfriend decided it was time to strike up conversation. In to the Dollar Holler he strolled. He took up his cigarettes, but this time he added a pack of gum. Remember that she often chewed gum; he asked her if this kind was good; simple conversation to start. Boyfriend said she never really like regular gum, she said she preferred bubblegum. Girlfriend, being a business, man said that he probably shouldn’t chew bubblegum in professional meetings. He said thank you, and he would have to try her bubblegum one-day soon, told her to have a nice day, and made his way proudly out the door. Happy with his first conversing attempt he made his way to work. Again, the next days he went in trying new small talk attempts. Finally he had the courage to ask her out. Boyfriend agreed, saying the parade was on Saturday and she would love to go to that. Also adding that the tuba was her favorite instrument. Girlfriend said that was perfect, and asked if they could just meet at the Dollar Holler and go from there. Boyfriend then asked what his name was. When he replied with ‘Girlfriend’, she grinned, saying that was the strangest name she ever heard, but thought it was great.

Saturday came around; Girlfriend got himself ready, putting on his best parade attire and headed to meet Boyfriend. Not thinking that it was possible, Boyfriend looked more amazing than she ever had. Her bright lips stood out even more, her hair waved in the wind, and the sunlight illuminated her yellow sundress. They said their hellos and off they went to take their seats along the parade route. They talked through most of the parade. They were both fascinated by each other. The only time they were focused more so on the parade was when the tubas went marching by. Boyfriend stood up and danced to the sound of them, most people looked at her oddly, but Girlfriend looked up at her from the curb, he was amused, and happy watching her. She never really had an answer to why she loved the tuba, which was fine; he didn’t have an answer to why he could only smoke fancy colored cigarettes. Both were slightly quirky, and had the oddest of names. Girlfriend wanted to know everything there was to know about Boyfriend, but decided he should save some of that for another date. He was content with knowing she always wanted a dollhouse growing up, but her parents could never afford one, so she made her own out of cardboard boxes. He also learned her favorite dessert was cherry pie, her favorite color was blue, and her parents embraced their last name so much that they once had a pet peacock. As weird as she once thought it was, she missed that peacock a lot, it was her best friend growing up. Other kids had dogs and cats, her parents thought they were too much hassle. As the parade came to a close, Girlfriend said he would love to see her again outside the Dollar Holler. She agreed to a dinner, something more formal.

The plan was for the following weekend. Girlfriend wanted to do something special for her. So he rounded up all his tools, wood, & paint, and spent the next evenings hard at work in his workshop. He would get up earlier in the morning and spend time in his kitchen, practicing his baking before going to work. The Friday before their date he went in to the Dollar Holler later in the day, just to confirm plans. But she was not there, no one was there, but it looked as though some disturbance had occurred. The place was upturned. Panicked, Girlfriend went to the police station, told them Boyfriend Peacock was missing from the Dollar Holler. Said her shift didn’t end for another three hours, and that the place was unlocked and looked like someone made a disaster out of it. He told them his name was Girlfriend Gator, which he had some trouble getting them to believe. He said he didn’t know much about where she lives, or whom she knows. They told him they would look in to it, and he asked them to notify him when they found anything out.

The next few days had Girlfriend in a craze. Worried about Boyfriend, he paced his house, the streets, and sat across from the Dollar Holler hoping for the possibility of some kind of clue. While he waited he wrote poems again. Some were more sad, others angry. Coming to a crossroads of his feelings he wrote one about love. None of his other poems had been about love, but more of beauty, grace, and infatuation. The more he thought about her, and what she has meant in his life even after just a few weeks, he realized it was love. He could not handle the idea of not seeing her first thing in his mornings and not learning new things about her life. He wanted to be able to tell her what she meant to him, tell the world what she has done for him. He wrote his love poem while he sat in a park not far from the Dollar Holler. He folded and put it in the tree he sat under with hopes someone would one day find it and read about an unspoken love, or by some chance that she may find it and possibly know deep down it was him. He just wanted someone to know, he wanted to let it out. He never felt like this before, and now he was trapped with her missing.

On his way walking back home, he heard some voices behind some nearby trees. It sounded like a scuffle. He peered through the brush to find a man holding a tied up woman at the side of a bridge. The man was dressed in black with a hat on his head. He had a ‘Snidely Whiplash’ mustache on a face that looked more like a rat than man. He had an evil laugh as he fought against her attempts to wiggle free. Girlfriend went running through the brush to the bridge and gave the man a punch to the face. The man let go of Boyfriend and she dropped to the ground, still trying to free herself from the ropes. Girlfriend and the caped man continued to fight. The man gave Girlfriend a good shove to get him off him for a brief moment to reach for his sword. Seeing the sword Girlfriend panicked. Boyfriend screamed, and scooted away from the man as fast as she could. Girlfriend couldn’t fight fist with sword so he whipped out the only weapon he had, a jackknife. The man gave the evil laugh at Girlfriend’s weapon of choice. Staying out of swords reach, Girlfriend flung the knife at the rat, it startled the man to move out of the way, and he stumbled over his cape and toppled backward over the bridge. Ironically under the bridge was a real ‘gator. The gator gobbled up the rat in no time at all. Girlfriend Gator peered over the edge and watched with a smirk across his face. Boyfriend cleared her throat impatiently still trying to wiggle free. Girlfriend rushed over apologizing and untied her. He helped her off the ground, she thanked him, they shared their first kiss and they walked back towards the trees.

The next evening Boyfriend met Girlfriend at his house. As she approached the steps she noticed something sitting in front of the door. As she got closer to where the light hit the object she realized it was a dollhouse, beautifully handcrafted and painted blue. On the front porch of the small house sat a sparkling peacock. She walked up to it and ran her hand along the roof. She was amazed; it was wonderful. Girlfriend opened the door slowly; Boyfriend looked up and smiled at him with a tear in her eye. She thanked him and hugged him. No one has ever done anything so generous, and thoughtful for her before. The dollhouse meant the world to her. The two went in and had a lovely dinner. For dessert Girlfriend brought out a wonderful cherry pie with sparklers that he lit before entering the dining room. She asked him what the sparklers were for. He said that they reminded him of her. Like her they were bright, warm, lively, and enjoyable. There was something magical about the sparks as they danced in all different directions.

Though he could now tell her how he felt, the poem he wrote remained in the tree. Hoping to bring wonder, inspiration, and love to another.