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Heartfelt Rejection

Will Cabrera

Heart-Felt Rejection

  Will Cabrera

  CHARACTERS

  TRAVIS is a good-looking young man, dressed well. He is clean-shaven, with well-kept hair.

  REBECCA is a young, ordinary girl. She is dressed in business attire, with her hair tied back in a ponytail.

  SETTING

  Apartment living room.

  TIME

  One late afternoon in the fall.

  AT RISE: (There is a couch set CS, with a small coffee table set DS of it. There are sports magazines strewn about, with feminine magazines stacked neatly on the table. There is an archway SR that leads to the kitchen and the rest of the apartment. To SL is the front door. Travis enters from the kitchen, with two candles. He sets them on the table and lights them. Rebecca enters carrying an attaché case in the other. She is struggling with her key at the door.)

  REBECCA

  (Loudly.)

  Travis? Travis, are you home? Could you help me—

  TRAVIS

  I’m right here. Wait, don’t come in, don’t come in! Turn around, don’t look inside; did you look inside?

  (He turns her around.)

  Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you.

  REBECCA

  Can you get the key out of the—

  (Beat.)

  Seriously? Is this really—

  TRAVIS

  No, just leave it there. I need you to—

  REBECCA

  Travis, I told you to fix the lock, I don’t know how many times.

  TRAVIS

  Just turn around and close your eyes, please.

  REBECCA

  Fine. This had better be good.

  (She turns around, eyes closed.)

  (He produces a small jewelry box, and kneels in front of her, holding her hand.)

  TRAVIS

  Now, I know I probably should’ve done this a long time ago, and I shouldn’t have— You can open your eyes by the way. I guess what I’m trying to say is— Well, you know what I mean, or rather— I guess what I’m trying to tell you is— I mean, will you— Would you do me—

  REBECCA

  If you’re trying to ask me to marry you, the answer is no.

  TRAVIS

  I am, I mean, I— What!

  REBECCA

  Is that what you were trying to ask me?

  TRAVIS

  (Stands.)

  Yes, but I don’t—

  REBECCA

  Then, the answer is no.

  (She goes back to trying to pull the key out of the lock.)

  TRAVIS

  Why not?

  REBECCA

  Because you don’t mean it, Travis.

  TRAVIS

  I bought a ring, I think that kind of solidifies the whole—

  REBECCA

  Travis.

  TRAVIS

  Rebecca.

  REBECCA

  Marriage is a serious thing, a sacred event, and you have to really want to go through with it, you know?

  TRAVIS

  (He pulls the keys free.)

  Becky, I want to be with you more than—

  REBECCA

  Like, why is it you can remember Jermaine Wade’s highest goals—

  TRAVIS

  Who’s Jermaine—

  (Beat.)

  It’s Dwyane.

  REBECCA

  Excuse me?

  TRAVIS

  Dwyane Wade. That’s the man’s name. He averages at least twenty-four points a game, he’s one of the best players out there.

  (Bounces excitedly.)

  It’s going to be an amazing season, babe.

  (Whispers.)

  Playoffs!

  REBECCA

  You see!

  TRAVIS

  What? What did I do?

  REBECCA

  You know more about him than you do about me.

  TRAVIS

  Come on, that’s not true.

  REBECCA

  Really? When’s my birthday?

  TRAVIS

  February, the twenty-third.

  REBECCA

  November nineteenth, actually.

  TRAVIS

  I was pretty close.

  REBECCA

  Yes, you were only four days off, and in the entirely wrong time of the year.

  (Beat.)

  Now do you see why I don’t think we should—

  TRAVIS

  I don’t think you understand how February and November are both pretty chilly, you know.

  REBECCA

  Not in Florida!

  TRAVIS

  Granted. Okay, fine, so it’s November nineteen, I got it; but it makes me wonder if you know mine.

  REBECCA

  The fifth of June, you were born slightly premature, three weeks ahead of schedule at about two-forty in the afternoon. Your mother told me she was in labor for almost—

  TRAVIS

  Okay, okay! You see, that’s not really fair, though, you talk to my mother about, I don’t know, whatever girls talk about. Hair, shoes and hygiene I imagine. I can’t talk to your mother, especially not about any of that.

  REBECCA

  Have you ever tried, like really tried, Travis?

  TRAVIS

  No, but I’m not in a relationship with her, I’m interested in you. I want to know about you.

  REBECCA

  Really?

  (Beat.)

  I don’t know, I just don’t think you’re putting in as much as I am.

  TRAVIS

  Are you serious? I cook for you and I clean up the apartment sometimes.

  REBECCA

  You don’t cook, love, you burn things and moving your mountain of stuff from one corner of the room to another does not constitute cleaning.

  TRAVIS

  It’s the thought that counts, isn’t it?

  (Beat.)

  Look, in the four years that we’ve been—

  REBECCA

  In the five—

  TRAVIS

  In the five years we’ve been together I’ve learned so much about you, and about myself.

  REBECCA

  Even though you proved you can’t remember my birthday?

  TRAVIS

  Well, I know you’re favorite color is orange.

  REBECCA

  Blue, your favorite color is orange.

  TRAVIS

  You had a cat in high school named Princess.

  REBECCA

  It was a dog, named Peanut.

  TRAVIS

  Princess. Peanut. They both start with a “P,” how is that my fault?

  (Pause.)

  Okay, you’re first car was a Geo Prism.

  REBECCA

  It was a Mitsubishi Eclipse.

  TRAVIS

  You love lasagna?

  REBECCA

  Fettuccine, actually.

  TRAVIS

  Really?

  (Collapses into the couch.)

  I give up.

  REBECCA

  (Clears throat.)

  Where should I start? You had a small dog as a child you named Coco, and your first car, which you still own to this day, is your father’s old Charger.

  (She sits down next to him.)

  Look, I’m not saying I won’t marry you—

  TRAVIS

  So, you will marry me?

  REBECCA

  No.

  TRAVIS

  (Places jewelry box on the table.)

  I see.

  REBECCA

  (Blows out the candles.)

  Travis, you’re not a bad guy. Your family
does well for itself, I’ll admit, you’re easy on the eyes, and you’re not a complete idiot.

  TRAVIS

  Thanks?

  REBECCA

  (Holds his hand.)

  I just don’t think we’re at the point where we can think about trying to get married.

  TRAVIS

  Can I say something? Look, I may not know every little thing about you, I’ll admit it, but I don’t necessarily think all those tiny details are as important as you make them out to be.

  REBECCA

  You and every other man.

  (Grabs the jewelry box and looks at the ring.)

  Travis, life is in those details. I don’t remember all those things about you because I have to, or need to, to understand who you are. I do it because it helps me connect to you. It makes me—

  TRAVIS

  (Answering a text message.)

  But I understand you.

  REBECCA

  I wasn’t finished.

  TRAVIS

  Oh, sorry, go on please.

  REBECCA

  Those details are what make the difference between a committed relationship and casual dating.

  TRAVIS

  (Reading a text message.)

  What does?

  REBECCA

  The details! Are you even paying attention to me?

  TRAVIS

  Yes. It’s the details.

  REBECCA

  Did you hear anything that I was just talking about?

  TRAVIS

  Yes.

  (Beat.)

  Kind of.

  REBECCA

  Kind of?

  TRAVIS

  I was reading this text message that I just got, so I was—

  REBECCA

  You were what! I know you did not just tune me out for some text message!

  TRAVIS

  I wouldn’t say tuned out, as mush as—

  REBECCA

  As much as what, Travis?

  TRAVIS

  I don’t know, why are you yelling at me?

  REBECCA

  Travis! I can’t believe you!

  TRAVIS

  Calm down, Becky, I don’t think there’s a need to continue yelling. I said I didn’t—

  REBECCA

  You just admitted that you practically ignored me! I think I’m allowed to yell at you right now!

  TRAVIS

  I think you’re blowing this out of—

  REBECCA

  You ignored me, Travis!

  TRAVIS

  We established that, can we move on? I don’t see why it’s such a big deal. I heard what you—

  REBECCA

  Really, you don’t?

  TRAVIS

  No, why, am I missing something?

  REBECCA

  Yes, Travis, it’s called a soul.

  (Beat.)

  I can’t stay here with you I feel like throwing something at you.

  TRAVIS

  Please, don’t.

  REBECCA

  Don’t what?

  TRAVIS

  Don’t throw something at me.

  REBECCA

  You’re a piece of work, you know that? I need to—

  TRAVIS

  Don’t leave either, please, but mostly don’t throw something at me.

  REBECCA

  I don’t know what to say to you.

  (Beat.)

  You have two minutes.

  TRAVIS

  Okay. Fine.

  (Motions for her to join him on the couch. After a moment she does. They sit.)

  Look, we’ve been together since our junior year of high school. We’ve been through a lot together, and I understand that even though I may not remember the tiniest of details that—

  REBECCA

  Like my birthday, my favorite color, or my—

  TRAVIS

  Yes, yes, all of those. Probably more—

  (He kisses her hand.)

  You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I’m a man, though, and I’m not trying to use that as an excuse, but we’re not built to remember the details. I’m not really a details kind of guy. If you put it on the calendar I’ll be able to see it, and make a mental note of it, but once it happens, that’s it. It’s done and I’m moving on to the next thing.

  (Beat.)

  I’m working and going to school, and you’re doing the same, and when I’m with you I don’t want to have to remember your best friend’s cousin’s neighbor’s birthday when it doesn’t matter to me in that moment. I mean, do they even remember ours?

  REBECCA

  Yes, they send us cards every year. Is this going anywhere, you have less than a minute left, and I don’t—

  TRAVIS

  Right, okay, all I’m trying to say is that it shouldn’t matter who had a dog or who likes what color, or whose birthday it is in February or November. When I’m with you all that doesn’t matter. I’m with you, there in that moment and those are the moments I remember, because honestly, they’re what get me through the day.

  REBECCA

  Yeah? Like what?

  TRAVIS

  Like that time the elevator was broken and you sprained your ankle running up the stairs; we sat in-between floors looking out at the parking lot while I massaged your feet.

  (Smiles.)

  Or that time we were making smoothies and you forgot to put the lid on the blender; you turned it on and made a mess of the kitchen. It still smells a little like piña colada in there.

  REBECCA

  Wait a second. Let me see if I got this straight.

  (Beat.)

  What you’re trying to tell me is that you can’t remember little things like my birthday or my favorite color, but you can remember, in vivid detail mind you, all the times something bad has happened to me?

  TRAVIS

  I know it kind of sounds like that, but it’s not—

  REBECCA

  Thanks, Travis, I’m so glad we had this discussion—

  TRAVIS

  Don’t you remember how much of a mess we made cleaning up though? You threw an ice cube or something at me, and I threw a strawberry at you, and you attacked me with the whip cream. It was like -

  REBECCA

  I did not attack you!

  TRAVIS

  I had to wrestle it away from you, Becky.

  REBECCA

  Fine!

  (Beat.)

  In my defense, the strawberry did hit me in the eye.

  TRAVIS

  Duly noted.

  (He kisses her.)

  I’m very sorry.

  REBECCA

  Apology accepted.

  (She kisses him.)

  So, why would you want to get married?

  TRAVIS

  With you, or in general?

  REBECCA

  (She elbows him in the ribs.)

  With me, you jerk!

  TRAVIS

  I know.

  (Stands, rubbing where she hit him.)

  I didn’t mean it—

  REBECCA

  Well. . .

  TRAVIS

  (He kisses her hands.)

  I wanted to get married, to you and only you, because I felt that it was the direction that we were heading in. I mean, who else is going to put up with you— Or me! Who else is going to put up with me, if not you?

  REBECCA

  You’re lucky I have nothing to hit you with.

  TRAVIS

  I know, trust me.

  (He pulls her close.)

  All jokes aside, I mean it when I say I love you, Becky. Whether it’s in the morning over breakfast, or at night as we’re turning in for the evening. When you’re hurt and crying, or when you’re having fun and laughing, I love every moment with you.

  (Beat.)

  So, should I try to remember your birthday, or your favorite color, or whatever you called your dog while you were growing up? Maybe, but at least you’ll kno
w that I will try my best to guess correctly.

  REBECCA

  Oh, Travis, you had me. I was ready to go, right here and now, up until that last little bit.

  TRAVIS

  Really? Even though I was being honest?

  (Beat.)

  I guess I can’t blame you. I didn’t know whether to keep going or not, I kind of went with my gut on that one. . .

  REBECCA

  I’ll give you a couple of points for trying, but your execution was a little sloppy. So judge’s score, is a low five.

  TRAVIS

  Five? I guess I will have to live with that.

  (He kisses her.)

  How about a do over? Will the judges allow that?

  REBECCA

  I think they could be persuaded.

  TRAVIS

  (He kneels in front of her, holding her hands.)

  Rebecca Elise Granger, whom I love with every fiber of my being, would you do me the great honor of accepting this ring and becoming my wife?

  REBECCA

  No.

  (Black out.)

  End of play.