Kathryn Prescott: Emily Fitch
Naomi : I think I'm going away for this summer.
Emily : Oh.
Naomi : Spain, Cyprus, perhaps. By myself. Spend some time by myself, you know, do some thinking by myself.
Emily : About what?
Naomi : Let's just be friends, okay?
Emily : We say that, don't we?
Naomi : [beat] Yeah, have a good summer.
[starts to walk off]
Emily : [beat] I'll miss you
Naomi : [stops, a beat, then turns around and kisses Emily]
Naomi : I can't stand it. I can't
Naomi : .
Emily : It's okay
Emily : It's okay
Naomi : Jesus!
Emily : [behind her closed door, after Naomi knocked] I'm not going to open the door. My face is all puffy. I cried a bit.
Naomi : I don't care.
[sits down on the front porch, Emily sits down, too]
Naomi : I do want someone. I need someone.
Naomi : You're it.
Emily : [teary] And?
Naomi : [crying] And... when I'm with you, I feel like a better person. And I feel happier, less alone... less lonely
[Emily sticks her hand out of the catflap to hold Naomi's hand]
Naomi : It's not as simple as that, is it? Being with someone?
Emily : Isn't it?
Naomi : No. I'm mean I don't know. At least, I don't think so.
Naomi : Emily?
[beat, then sobbing]
Naomi : Can't we just sit like this for a bit?
Emily : [beat] Yeah, we can... for a bit.
Emily : [laying in bed together] I wish I had a mom like that. Katie and me, we were always together. Everything together. Eating, sleeping... Until we were nine we used to take a dump at the same time.
Naomi : [laughing] Jesus!
Emily : Yeah. No secrets. There was no point.
Naomi : [beat, then serious] What about this one?
Emily : [beat] Naomi... I wanna tell people.
Naomi : That you're gay?
Emily : I wanna tell people about us. Come to the college ball with me.
Naomi : Why would I want to do that?
Emily : Why not?
Naomi : Em, it's nobody's business.
Emily : Why? Who cares what other people think?
Naomi : Emily, I'm not like you! I'm not sure, like you are.
Emily : What aren't you sure of?
Naomi : Can't thinks ever be complicated?
Emily : Fine, you like boys, too.
Naomi : Maybe. Maybe I like only boys, apart from you.
Emily : Well, that's fucking great! You're so in touch with yourself, aren't you?
Emily : Come to the ball with me, like we're together.
Naomi : [beat, then Emily gets up] Don't do that.
Emily : No, you don't do that!
Emily : I'm not your fucking experiment! Where are my fucking shoes?
Emily : Oh, fuck it! Keep them! I'm tired... So sick and tired of it.
[looking intensely at Naomi, beat]
Emily : We're still holding hands through a catflap, aren't we?
Emily : Have fun in Cyprus.