(A twenty five year old sketch comedy writer coming up with a bit that was too long for sketch comedy.)
Early morning. Lights up. A man in his home, finishing paper some paper-work. A doorbell rings. Alex sees who it is.
Alex: Oh shit.
Opening the door.
Sara: Oh, baby.
Alex: What are you doing here?
Sara: Oh baby.
Alex: I can’t believe you’re here.
Sara: (embracing him) I’m here. I’m home.
Sara goes to make-out with him.
Alex: Sara. Sara.
Sara: (still holding him) Yes.
Alex: How did you…?
Sara: My parents are outside. They drove me Continue reading Go Stalk to Her