"Around the Fire" > I'm Sleeping

Cut to: Morning, Simon is sleeping in his bed...the covers are red and white. Someone knocks on Simon's door.

Simon (real loud and grumpy): What?!

Matt: Simon, come out here a second. Lauren and I wanna speak to you for a moment.

Simon: I'm sleeping.

Matt: Simon come out here now. We'll talk to you about this package. Please.

What Matt said got Simon's attention. So he got up, opened the door while putting his t-shirt on.

Simon: What package?

Lauren: You got a package here from an August West from Billie Delion Productions in San Francisco.

Simon: Uh-huh.

Lauren: Matt and I would like you to open it in front of us.

Simon (about to reach the package which is Lauren's hand): Here I'll take it. I'll open it later.

Lauren: Simon we don't come into your room because it's your space and we trust you, but if you can't even open a package in front of us, how can we continue to trust you?

Simon: I can't believe you just said that.

Lauren: You do know that sending drugs through the mail is a felony.

Simon: You just automatically assume it's drugs right?

Lauren walks away with the package in her hand.

Simon: It's my package Dad, it's my fuckin' package.

Matt: I know that.

Simon: Shit! What time is it?

Matt: It's time to open the package.

Simon: I gotta go to the airport.

Matt: The airport? You gonna get your passport today.

Simon grabs his book bag and walks out.

Simon: I'm not getting my passport.

Matt: What?

Cut to: Lauren walking downstairs, pissed.

Back to: Matt and Simon.

Simon: Look I don't know how to, I don't know how to tell you this. Okay, but here's the story. I'm not going to Europe with you guys. Okay? I'm really sorry. I should have said something sooner, but I gotta catch a plane in 90 minutes.

Matt is shaking his head.

Simon: Okay? Lauren!

Matt: No, no it's not okay!

Simon (walking down the steps): Where's my package Lauren?

Matt: Where are you going?

Simon: I'm going out to live with my friends.

Matt follows him down stairs.

Matt: Now don't tell me you're gonna spend the rest of your life with those people.

Simon: I'm not talking about the rest of my life.

Matt: Those people are going absolutely no where!

Simon and Matt walk into where Lauren is, still holding the package.

Simon: You know what? I'm closer with those people than I'll ever be with you.

Lauren: Oh Simon! You don't mean that!

Simon: I'm going to San Francisco today okay. Maybe for the summer, maybe for longer I don't know, but I'm goin'.

Matt: Well you better think about that before you walk out that door because that's a serious decision.

Matt and Simon both look at each other.

Lauren: Alright. If you would just open this package now...

Lauren plops the package in the middle of the table.

Lauren: ...then we'll all know.

Matt and Simon both look at each other again.

Simon: You want me to open it?

Simon looks around.

Simon: I'll open..

Simon quickly grabs the package and heads for the door. Matt quickly runs toward Simon, but misses him. Lauren runs toward the door, but Simon gets out before she reaches him.

Lauren: Both of you stop it! Simon stop it! Simon!

The door closes.

Lauren: Crap!

Matt: Damnit!!

Cut to: Trace, Simon and Jennifer. Simon has the package in his hands and is trying to open it.

Jennifer: Open it!

Simon: Okay, okay okay.

They laugh. Simon opens it up. On top of it is a yellow notepad that reads:

To Whom it may concern

I bet you thought this was drugs!!

Haha

Love, Trace

Jennifer and Trace laugh.

Simon: What is this?

Trace: It's a combination anthology alarm clock.

Simon takes it out.

Simon: Fuck.

Jennifer: Guaranteed to be delivered by 10:30!

Trace: Dude! It was just a wake-up call, and a gift!

Simon: That's a pretty fucking gift man.

Jennifer: What's wrong?

Trace: What are you bummed?

Simon: No, no no. It's just my parents. They thought it was drugs and they wanted me to open it.

Trace: Oh man.

Trace, Simon and Jennifer crack up.

Trace: You should run them over!

Simon: I should run them over?

Trace: Then we can start sending real drugs to your house.

Jennifer (to Trace): Will you shut up?

Simon (to Trace): You're sick! Fuckin twisted. It's cool though guys, thank you.

Trace: Ohhh! Shh...Shut up and stick out your tongue.

Trace gets a pill in his hand.

Trace: There will only be. Ah.

Trace puts a pill on Simon's tongue. Jennifer happens to think this is not funny anymore.

Trace (to Jennifer): Ya want one?

Jennifer (shakes her head): No.

Trace: Ah.

Jennifer: I'm outta here.

Jennifer gets up.

Simon: We'll see ya after the show.

Trace: What's up with her?

Simon gives one of those looks like, I dunno. This big guy, with long hair pulled back, wearing a black t-shirt over a brown vest walks over.

Guy: Yo, Trace.

Trace: Yo.

Simon smokes a cigarette. Trace walks over to him.

Trace: Yo, man what's up?

Guy: Yo man I hear you got sheets.

Trace: Are you lookin' for pages, huh?

Guy: Nu nuh. Just singles.

Trace: Uh, look if you wanna get high. I'll get you high for the show.

Guy: Look maybe you could give me a sheet to pass around, see how people like it, ya know.

Trace: Nu-uh. Look bro do you have a bank?

Guy pulls out loads of money.

Trace: Cause if you don't have a bank I don't even wanna be having this conversation.

They laugh after Trace sees the money.

Trace: Alright take this and meet me after the show if you like em alright?

Guy: Bring sheets.

Trace: Not a problem!

Trace smiles, and the guy leaves.

Trace (about the guy): Asshole.

Trace walks over to where Simon is sitting.

Simon: Can I come with you to make this deal?

Trace: What?

Simon: Can I come with you?

Trace: Ahha, no no. I think you should come another time. I don't know how large this is gonna be.

Simon: When?

Trace: Dude, dude dude. Just chill alright, you'll get your chance.

Simon: Alright.

They get their things together. Trace leaves.

Simon: Hold up!

Simon closes the trailer door, and follows Trace.

Back 12.31.2007.