MAYA. And Yana lost their attention. Some decisive game. Last ten minutes of the second half. And Max was the only one spreading his arms towards her.
MAX. Come over, my girl, sit with me.
MAYA. Yuck. Then Yana locked herself up in the bathroom, washed off all the blood and dust and took her time examining her ruined dress. She decided to just quietly go home. Pulled a men’s shirt out of the closet in the hall. And noticed Ilya watching her in the mirror.
13.
ANYA. Mark has finished school. Enrolled somewhere on a paid basis. Everything is good, in line with their plan. Although he has new company now. But he never invites Yana to join.
MARK. Why do you need them? You’re my best friend, and I’m yours. What else do you need?
ANYA. And really, did she need it? Their relationship is growing. They love playing a married couple. Yana isn’t so great at cooking. But she’s learned a couple of recipes especially for him.
YANA. No need to rush. No need to worry. Peace.
ANYA. Not boredom, but peace, Yana says. That’s what adulthood is to her. They aren’t like those teens yelling down the doorway, vaping and dreaming of riding a bike.
YANA. Mark’s dad got some money, so he and Mark’s mom went off to the countryside in yet another attempt to make up. My folks were building a cottage and left me home in peace to prepare for my exams. Of course, Mark and I were together. I went over to his place with some food. He laughed and started trying to take my phone away so I would cook faster and not procrastinate. And went off to walk the dog. I chopped everything for the lasagna. And sat down to wait. It turned out he actually did take my phone away. And he was back not in fifteen minutes, but in two hours.
MARK. I had to drop by a friend’s for the lecture notes. I should have told you.
YANA. I was a bit mad, but he did recognize he wasn’t right. That’s what matters. And it was such a nice day that time. We were eating. Cuddling. Watching Game of Thrones. And imagining we were living on our own. Fantasizing about what kind of wallpapers we’d pick, and how many rooms, and if we’d get a dog.
ANYA. They close the laptop. Lie together in bed.
MARK. You know, guys don’t believe you’re a virgin.
YANA. Jerks.
MARK. They just don’t know what it’s like to care about someone.
ANYA. They kiss some more. Then. Drink wine. Cuddle. Feeling good.
MARK. Wanna take your clothes off?
ANYA. Mark often asked Yana to take off her clothes for him. Nothing special. He just loved watching. And taking pics sometimes.
MARK. Can I take a pic? You’re so beautiful.