[CC launches a ficus across the room, narrowly missing D,
J, shattering against the wall
The neighbors in the apartment next door can be heard muffled through the wall.
They're going to kill each other.
[staring at the shattered ficus vase and heap of miracle grow]
[CC hurls a small carry on suitcase in his direction]
WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GO?!
[CC locks herself into the master bedroom; DJ deflatedly shuts off the lights and attempts to curl up on the couch—which explodes]
YOU PUT A BOMB IN THE COUCH.
DJ leave the apartment and walks down the street, still smoldering and dripping fire extinguisher foam; he arrives at his parents house to find that they have removed the spare key from under the mat, having replaced it with a note that reads “stop coming over uninvited.” He then opts to climb through the most acceible window, two stories up—and after a couple extremely unsuccessful attempts, finally managed to get through the window—his father emerges from the closet dressed as Superman
DJ?! What are you doing here?!
Me and CC got into a fight.
What did you do this time?!
Why do you always take her side?!
Because— you're an idiot!
Goddammit, Dillon. Why are you here?!
Why are YOU here!? You're supposed to be out of town!
THAT'S none of your business!
And why are you dressed like Superman.
[DJs mom wearing a terrible wig and strange lingerie costume comes running into the kitchen over dramatically—she sees DJ and stops short]
SUPER—DILLON!? What are you doing here?!
[A large masked black man with his arms out playfully runs into the room—stopping and standing up straight as he approaches the family, staring in an awkward silence]
—well, we weren't expecting you!
—we told you to stop coming over uninvited!
YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE “OUT OF TOWN”.
How did you even get in here?!
THROUGH THE WINDOW—HOW DID YOU NOT SEE ME?!
We just thought you were our friend!
What—your “friend?!” WHAT?!
[ A man enters through the window dressed as a robber]
Oh—hey—I, uh—thought it was just the three of us.
This is our son, Dillon; he had a fight with his girlfriend.
So—will he be joining us, or—?
—so is this—party over— or
[wagging her finger] Dillon, Go to your room and do not come out and I don't want to hear a peep from you — not a peep; do you understand.
DJ trails up the stairs bewildered, still covered in ash and with tears in his eyes.
DJ sits in his old bedroom attempting to drown out the sounds of his parents' weird shenanigans, crying softly to himself.
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