Consequence (4) KIN A formidable challenge indeed. SEBASTIAN Oh indeed, it was. But you see, our principal was a very anal-retentive kinda’ guy. We knew that he would keep touch-up paint of his own somewhere, you know, just in case his precious paint gets chipped even one bit, you know? So we did a little digging. Turns out, he’s got some right there in his glove compartment. Scene of Kyle and Sebastian switching the touch-up paint bottles. KIN And when he went to put the paint on his car, it ate right through the hood, didn’t it? SEBASTIAN (with a devious smile on his face) Oh yes, yes it did. Not only through the hood, but through the engine too, ruined it. Cuts to a scene of the principal applying the paint, which bubbles and eats through the hood of the car, to the principal’s great dismay. SEBASTIAN Needless to say, the guy was pissed. And he knew who it was too, but he just couldn’t prove it. Laughs and sighs. SEBASTIAN Those were the days. But anyways, you know I can’t talk to Sierra in person any time soon, I’ve got nowhere to stay in Milwaukee, and I can’t use my Grandma’s money to get a hotel room, she’d find out. Otherwise I would fly back to visit every like weekend. KIN What about your parents? SEBASTIAN My parents have disowned me, for reasons unbeknownst to me. KIN I see. Well, I have a solution to your problem. SEBASTIAN Go on… KIN Well, my parental units called the other day, and want me to come home to see them. Evidently they want me to bring a friend with them. I was going to bring Cole, but since I’d heard that you lived in Milwaukee, I thought that you might appreciate goin’ back for a little while. You up for it? SEBASTIAN Oh hell yes, I am. Kin pulls a plane ticket out of his pocket and tosses it to Sebastian. KIN Flight leaves tomorrow morning at six, be ready at five, alright? I’ve already asked Cole to feed Boddah while we’re gone. Kin says this as he starts to get up. SEBASTIAN Alright. So I’ll see you then, I suppose? KIN Yeah, I’m gonna go get some sleep, we’ll be up early tomorrow morning. SEBASTIAN Hey, do me a favor before you go. KIN What’s that? SEBASTIAN Toss me the phone, so I can call Sierra and tell her the good news. KIN I’ve got a better idea. Why not surprise her? SEBASTIAN You’re a genius. Alright then, see ya’ later dude. Kin walks down the hallway KIN Until tomorrow, my friend. The scene fades out, fading back in to one of Sebastian and Kin getting on the plane. SEBASTIAN I can’t believe I’m finally going back. KIN Yeah, its kinda’ weird going back, isn’t it? SEBASTIAN Yeah, but it’s a good kind of weird. TICKET TAKER Tickets, please. Sebastian hands his ticket to the woman. SEBASTIAN Here you go. TICKET TAKER Thank you sirs, enjoy your flight. KIN Oh, I’m sure we will. The scene cuts to one of Sebastian and Kin in their adjacent seats on the plane. Sebastian picks up the plane phone. SEBASTIAN I’m gonna call and see if she’s gonna’ be home today. KIN Good idea. Sebastian dials the number. SEBASTIAN Hi, is Sierra there please? SIERRA’S MOM I’m afraid she’s not, Sebastian. She went shopping with Alyssa. She’ll most likely be gone all day, but I can have her call you when she gets back tonight, if you like. SEBASTIAN No, thanks, that’s ok. I’ll call her back. Thanks though. SIERRA’S MOM OK then, Sebastian. You’re welcome. Bye. SEBASTIAN Bye. KIN Not there? SEBASTIAN Nope, she’s not. She’s out shopping with one of her friends. KIN Well, then we’ll find some other people to stop by and surprise then, won’t we? Sebastian laughs lightly. SEBASTIAN I’m sure we can. Ha, we should go and stop by my principal’s house, it’d give him a heart attack to see me again. KIN Yeah, that’d be funny to see. But I’ve got a better idea. Evidently, Milwaukee hasn’t had any snow this year, and my parents are quite loaded. My dad collects cars. How about you and I go back to my house, grab a car of our choosing, and cruise the streets of our good old hometown for a while? SEBASTIAN Sounds good to me. KIN Alright then. Wake me up when we get there. SEBASTIAN Will do. Kin turns on his side in his seat, closing his eyes and Sebastian puts on his headphones, and stares out the window, excited about returning to Milwaukee. The scene fades out, and fades into one of the plane landing. That scene cuts into one of Sebastian and Kin walking off of the plane, backpack-laden. There is a man in a driver’s uniform standing in the middle of the waiting area holding up a sign that says “Akinshigun”. Akinshigun spots it, nudges Sebastian, and points over to the guy with the sign. KIN Marc! MARC Hello, Mr. Akinshigun. How was your flight. Good, no? KIN Quite so. Hope my parents have been treating you well. MARC Of course they have. This way if you please. KIN Marc, this is Sebastian, my friend who will be staying with us for a few days. MARC Good to meet you, Mr. Sebstian. SEBASTIAN The feeling is mutual, Marc. Nice to meet you too. MARC Now, as I have said, this way please. Marc leads them through the crowded airport to where a limo awaits outside. He opens the door for them, and then climbs into the driver’s seat. Camera view cuts to one of them inside the limo. SEBASTIAN You weren’t kidding when you said you were loaded, were you? KIN Nope, I wasn’t. Marc, home if you will. MARC Right away. The scene cuts to a view of the limo pulling away from the airport, this scene in turn fading into a scene of the limo pulling up the extremely long driveway to a rather large mansion. The car parks, and Marc comes around to open the door for Sebastian and Kin. As Sebastian gets out of the car, he steps on his ankle slightly wrong. SEBASTIAN Ouch! KIN You’re ankle still bothering you? SEBASTIAN Yeah, but it’ll be fine. Jeez, man, you’re house is fucking huge! KIN Yeah, it is. I used to always joke that it took me until I was twelve to have seen the entire house. SEBASTIAN Wow. MARC Quickly now, you’re parents are anxious to see you. KIN I’m sure they are. Come along, Sebastian, time to meet the folks. SEBASTIAN On my way. They walk into the extraordinarily large house, and there stands two adults, the man looking remarkably like Kin. KIN Mother! Father! How good it is to see you. How have you been? KIN’S MOM Spectacular, Kin, just spectacular. How’ve you been enjoying Florida, honey? KIN It’s good. What about you dad? You look great. KIN’S DAD Why thank you, son. The same goes for you. Lots of women down there, I suppose. Kin laughs. KIN Yep. Where are my manners? Mother, Father, I’d like you to meet Sebastian. Sebastian extends his hand to shake each of the adults’. SEBASTIAN Pleased to meet you. KIN Sebastian is from Tosa, he went to East in fact. KIN’S DAD You wouldn’t happen to be Sebastian Thomas, would you? SEBASTIAN Why yes, I would. KIN’S DAD Wow, I heard about what you and that other kid did to that Jaguar. Shame to waste a car like that. But a damn good prank. SEBASTIAN Well, I was never proven to be associated with that…that beautifully constructed scheme… KIN In any case, Sebastian and I are going to take some cars for a spin, eh dad? KIN’S DAD No problem, just don’t crash ‘em, and don’t drive to fast, we’re supposed to get snow later on, so I also suggest you take one with a top. KIN Alright, thanks for the advice. We’ll be home for dinner. KIN’S MOM Good, cause Marc’s cooking us up a large dinner for all of us. Your sister should be here too. KIN Yeah, ok. Don’t worry, we’ll be here. Come on Sebastian, I’ll take you over to the garage. SEBASTIAN Ok. The scene changes as Sebastian and Kin walk outside, towards a large door. Kin presses a combination of 10 buttons into a keypad, then puts his thumb on the scanner, finally pressing his face to the retinal scanner to ensure his identity. SEBASTIAN Wow, that’s some security measures you got there. KIN Yeah, well, my dad’s got over a hundred spectacular cars in here, so it’s necesarry. The door opens with a click and a whoosh of hydraulics. KIN Come on in. He gestures with his hand, standing at the side of the door. Sebastian steps up through the door and literally does a double take. Spread out before him is the largest assortment of nice cars he’s ever seen. SEBASTIAN Jesus fucking christ, man! Look at this! You’ve got vintage and new BMW’s, Aston Martins, Mustangs, Firebirds, Mercedes, Jaguar! Is that an old XKE?! KIN It certainly is. SEBASTIAN This is so unbelievably cool. Sebastian is wandering amongst the rows and rows of cars, his mouth agape. KIN Well, choose one. SEBASTIAN How? They’re all so very very cool. KIN Close your eyes and spin in a circle with your hand pointed outwards. That’s how I used to choose which one to take to school each day. Sebastian does this, his hand ending up pointing to an old Aston Martin. KIN So you fancy British cars? SEBASTIAN Evidently. Let’s go! Can I drive? Kin laughs. KIN You’re like a little kid, man. Yeah, sure you can drive. You know how to drive stick, don’t you? SEBASTIAN Of course I know how to drive stick. KIN Just checkin’. I’ll go get the keys. Kin heads over to a giant pegboard on one of the walls, and gets a set of keys. He tosses the keys to Sebastian. KIN Let’s roll. SEBASTIAN Alright. They get in the car, and Sebastian pulls it out and drives, rather quickly, out of the garage, down the long driveway, and pulls the car into 3rd gear speeds down the quiet street. The view cuts to one of Sebastian and Kin in the car. KIN So, where to first? SEBASTIAN Well, I would say Sierra’s, but she’s not home, so…wanna’ stop by Kyle’s? He’ll be amazed by this car. KIN Sounds like a plan. SEBASTIAN Off we go. The view cuts to one of the car speeding down a road, and then cuts to one of it pulling in to the driveway of a slightly larger-than average sized house, Sebastian and Kin getting out of the Aston Martin. They walk up to the door in the back of the house, and Mr. Wyler is out in the back yard. MR. WYLER Sebastian! What a pleasant surprise! You two can just go on in, Kyle’s up in his room at the moment. He’s entertaining some company though, if you know what I mean, so I’d knock first if I were you. SEBASTIAN OK, thanks Mr. Wyler. Sebastian and Kin walk into the house and head up stairs. From inside Kyle’s room there can be heard barely-stifled moans of pleasure and a female voice talking to Kyle. Sebastian gives Kin a look, and knocks on the door of Kyle’s room. SEBASTIAN Oh, Kyle. You’ll never guess who it is… KYLE (from within the room) Sebastian?! You’re home!? SEBASTIAN Uh-huh. Sounds like you’ve been…uh…busy while I’ve been away. I’m counting to ten, and then I’m comin’ in. KYLE Uh…I don’t think you’d really want to do that, Sebastian. SEBASTIAN 10 KYLE Trust me, you don’t want to. SEBASTIAN 9 KYLE Don’t. SEBASTIAN 8 KYLE This is bad. SEBASTIAN 7 KYLE Shit. SEBASTIAN 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 I’m coming in! He barges through the door with a smile on his face. As he enters the room, the camera switches to a view of the inside of the room, Kyle standing there without a shirt on, a human shape under the covers of his bed. SEBASTIAN Buddy, what’s up? I see you’re still up to your old tricks. Who is it this time? Sebastian walks up to the covers and pulls them back to reveal the person underneath them’s identity. The camera closes in on her face and we realize that it’s Sierra. SEBASTIAN (appropriately hurt, confused, and totally bewildered, in denial) Sierra? Sierra?! No, it’s not true. I don’t believe it. SIERRA Sebastian… Sebastian puts his hands to his head and pulls at his hair. SEBASTIAN No, I don’t believe it. It’s not true. It can’t be. Not the love of my life and my best friend. Impossible. No. NO! He walks out of the room, Sierra getting up to go follow him. Kin just stands there. He says to Kyle. KIN Hi. Nice to meet you, I’m Kin. KYLE This is bad, Kin. KIN That it certainly is. I think that you really ought to follow him. KYLE That might be a good idea. Kyle walks out of the room and down the stairs, leaving Kin standing there shaking his head. KIN This is going to end badly, I just know it. The camera now cuts to a view of the backdoor, Sebastian storming out of it, heading for the street, unsure of where he’s going. It’s begun to snow, very hard. Sierra follows close behind Sebastian, trying to talk to him. SIERRA Sebastian! Sebastian, wait. Please let me try to explain! He keeps walking. He reaches the curb, and finally she catches up to him. She grabs his coat, and he whirls around to face her. SIERRA I’m sorry, Sebastian. Please let me try to explain. SEBASTIAN Explain what?! What is there to fucking explain! You were in my best friend’s room moaning in pleasure! What the fuck?! “I love you too Sebastian”. Was that a sham the whole fucking time? How long has this been going on? SIERRA We… Sebastian cuts her off. The snow is falling so hard now that Sebastian and Sierra’s hair are both white. Behind Sierra we can see Kyle coming towards the two of them. SEBASTIAN Forget it, I don’t even want to hear your excuses. SEBASTIAN (to Jeff, yelling) And YOU! I can’t believe you would do something like this! You fucking PRICK! Ugh, I can’t even look at either one of you right now. Sebastian turns and begins to walk into the road. After he’s taken about two steps, we can see the headlights of an oncoming car in the snow, but it’s far too late for Sebastian to get out of the way. He’s hit by the car, bouncing on the windshield and up and over the car, left lying in the street. Sierra sees this and lets out a great sob of despair. She and Kyle both run over, closely followed by Kin. The camera cuts to a close-up of Sebastian’s cut and bruised face. Sierra kneels down in the street, talking to him. SIERRA Sebastian! Oh my god, Sebastian. This is all my fault. I’m so sorry, Sebastian. She’s sobbing. SIERRA I’m so sorry, so sorry. SEBASTIAN (weakly, with much effort) So am I, Sierra. I love you. SIERRA I love you, too. SEBASTIAN If only that were true. He closes his eyes for the last time, and Sierra grasps his hand. SIERRA NO! No! Hold on Sebastian, everything’s going to be just fine! No! She’s sobbing uncontrollably now, and the camera is an overhead view of them in a circle around Sebastian’s crumpled body. The camera spirals higher and higher, until the entire screen is enveloped in white, as it was at the very beginning of the film. The credits roll.
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