MIGHT AS WELL BE SPRING

Written by

D.B.
EXT. CARNIVAL FAIRGROUNDS. EVENING.

It's the middle of Summer, and people of all ages are

flocking to the event of the summer...the Annual San Diego
County Fair. Families, couples, and friends explore. A girl
in a hot pink zip-up hoodie stands by the churro cart.

ANGELA JEWEL MILLER, about the age of (21), orders 2 churros

and a root beer float from the food vendor. She then sits
cross-legged on a bench watching friend groups pass by
laughing and enjoying the festivities. Friends and families
scream on the rollercoasters. Couples kiss on the Ferris
Wheel. Someone vomits after exiting the Gravitron.

Angela now heads toward the carousel and sits down on one of
the glossy manufactured horses. The couple in front of her
hold hands as their horses alternate in height. Angela
stares longingly at their hands, eating her churro, she
slurps her drink and writes in a tiny notebook as the
fairground music drones on. The sky dims as it gets later
into the evening.

Angela hops off the carousel as it continues to spin. She

throws away her empty cup and he goes back to the food cart
to get another root beer float.

While Angela waits for her drink she observes the carnival
attendees once more. Her gaze pauses on a sign that reads
"HIT 5 WIN A PRIZE!" in BRIGHT RED LETTERS. She focuses pas
the sign and notices the balloon darts game. Above the dart
board floats gigantic fluffy stuffed animals. Lions, tigers,
bears, etc... literally the entire animal kingdom. Now with
a freshly re-filled drink, Angela heads over to the balloon
darts. She needs to win that plushie.

Behind the counter stands a LANKY GAME ATTENDANT, styled in

a red and white uniform, a silver chain necklace, and fading
purple spiky hair, with his arms neatly decorated in
tattoos.

Angela hands the guy a few tickets and he hands her back
five darts. She plays the game, fiercely, almost vengeful.
She throws one. BULLSEYE. The balloon bursts. The lanky guy
watches her. No words are exchanged between the two.

Angela shoots another dart. DEAD-CENTER. POP. REPEAT TWICE.

On her last dart, Angela accidentally misses the board and

scrapes the arm of the game attendant. He winces while
Angela tries to reach over the counter to help him. She
can't reach. The cut isn't that bad but Angela feels bad.
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ANGELA
(worried)
Sorry, I- I- didn't mean to do
that.

GAME ATTENDANT
It's all good, not the first time
that's happened

The game attendant wipes the blood from his arm with a
nearby towel. Oh, he wasn't lying, this does happen a lot,
seeing as that towel has plenty of DRIED BLOOD STAINS.

He hands her a brand-new set of darts. He takes a sip of her

root beer float. Angela doesn't notice as she is too busy
focusing her sights on the remaining balloons. POP. POP.
POP. POP. She aces 4 of them. The fifth misses again, just
barely missing the attendant.

The game attendant composes himself after a brief moment of

shock.

GAME ATTENDANT (CONT'D)

Woah there... who ya winning that
for?

ANGELA
What makes you think I'm winning it
for someone?

GAME ATTENDANT
Well most people who win the game
gift the prizes to their loved ones
an all that.

ANGELA
So you think I have friends?

GAME ATTENDANT
I don't think that.

ANGELA
You don't think that I have
friends? Or you don't think that I
don't have friends?

GAME ATTENDANT
Well do you have friends?

He takes another sip from her drink. Angela doesn't clock

it.

ANGELA
Yes and no.
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GAME ATTENDANT
What that supposed to mean?

ANGELA
I had friends and now I don't.

GAME ATTENDANT
(nods)
Hm... what's that like?

ANGELA
Albeit, excruciatingly lonely and
boring, it is pretty great, if I'm
being honest. You stay home alone,
you watch movies alone, you eat
breakfast, lunch, and dinner alone—

GAME ATTENDANT
(chewing on the straw)
—you go to the fair...alone.

ANGELA
Precisely. And I don't have to
won't have to worry about any guys
named...

Angela squints to get a closer look at the game attendant's

NAMETAG: it reads SHAWN STERLING(22) with a few sparkly
smiley and star stickers.

ANGELA (CONT'D)
...Sterling... asking me a whole
bunch of questions about my
personal life.

STERLING
(sipping)
Just call me Shawn.

ANGELA
...No. I will not.

Sterling grabs a step stool and reaches up toward the

stuffed animals and asks Angela:

STERLING
So which one?

ANGELA
Oh, you don't actually have to do
that.
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STERLING
No, no, no. I saw you staring at
that bear.

ANGELA
(softly)
Nope, no thank you. Plus, you're
not even supposed to be giving
those out if I didn't win fair and
square.

STERLING
Look, my shift ends in like 15
minutes do you want it or not?

ANGELA
Okay fine, but I want the otter.

STERLING
Good choice. Consider it a thank-
you-gift for not stabbing me in the
eye with those darts of yours.

They both chuckle, Sterling grabs the otter from the top
shelf. Angela walks away with the plushie and her churro in
hand. She takes a few steps. She notices she's missing her
drink. She turns around and there awaits Sterling slurping
one last sip of Angela's root beer float.

ANGELA
You owe me a new float.

STERLING
(sarcastic)
Sorry, I'm working right now, maybe
some other time.

He gives her a cheeky grin and hands the now empty cup back
to Angela and she sits on the counter of the balloon dart
station.

ANGELA
No, I can wait... 15 minutes right?

She stares him dead in eyes and smiles sarcastically back at

him. Sterling gets back to work cleaning up the darts area.

The fairgrounds clears as families leave the rollercoasters

with their crying children. The same couples on the Ferris
Wheel now sit on opposite sides of the seat. The same guy is
vomiting after exiting the Gravitron for the 8th time. The
on-site medical staff is helping him.
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The fairgrounds are now vacant. The churro cart attendant

packs up and Angela watches him roll his cart away for the
night.

INT. WINGIE'S BAR & GRILL. MIDNIGHT.

A dimly lit restaurant. It's unusually packed for midnight.

A loud group of women in their 20s sit at two tables that
have been pushed together. One girl sits at the head of the
table wearing a tiara and sash that says "BRIDE TO BE." The
girls are quite drunk. Sterling and Angela take a seat at a
booth. He lets Angela sit down first. She places the otter
plushie next to her as she sits.

STERLING
Imma go order our food, do you want
anything else? You know... besides
the float?

ANGELA.
No thanks I'm good

STERLING
Okay.

Sterling walks over to the counter, he chats it up with the

cashier. Angela sits at the table alone scribbling pictures
in her notebook while listening to the bridal party do their
thing. She also snaps a few photos of them too.

Suddenly, one of the drunk girls darts toward Angela with

her arms widespread ready to embrace her.

ANGELA
Is that Angie?!

Angela's head perks up from her notebook. Before she notices

who it is, she's already being squeezed

ANGELA (CONT'D)
Oh my gosh! Hi? Do I know you?

DRUNK GIRL
Duh. Its me, Iris!

The drunk girl is IRIS ELLIOT (22) Angela's estranged best

friend from high school, she is a fast-talking valley girl,
extroverted, and is used to being the center of attention.
Iris is more everything that Angela isn't: more talkative,
more social, and more fun.

ANGELA
Oh hi! You look so different I
didn't even recognize you!
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IRIS
It's been so long... WOW.

ANGELA
Yeah, too long. Your hair's
different, you dress differently,
you just look...different, but I
missed you.

IRIS
I just...can't believe it... time
moves so fast...

Angela stands there awkwardly, without much to say. Iris

playfully smacks Angela's shoulder.

ANGELA
So, who's getting married?–

Iris skips the question and interrups:

IRIS
You haven't changed a bit since
high school. You look exactly the
same.

Angela sits there dumbfounded. Trying to get some words out.

IRIS (CONT'D)
Why are you here by yourself?

ANGELA
Oh...I'm–

Angela looks around, Sterling is nowhere in her field of

view. She stutters trying to get an answer out but Iris
interrupts again:

IRIS
OH EM GEE, YOU'RE ON A DATE RIGHT
NOW! WHERE IS HE? WHO IS HE? WHAT'S
HIS NAAAAME? GIVE ME ALL THE
DETAILS!

ANGELA
Oh, it's not really a date. I
actually don't know anything about
him, except for his name.

IRIS
Which is...

ANGELA
Sterling.
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IRIS
Is his last name silver?

Iris genuinely laughs at her own joke. Angela awkwardly

smiles and forces a laugh.

The two are interrupted by a loud CRASH. The BRIDE TO BE

(23) and the DRUNK GIRLS gasp as one of them accidentally
tugged on the tablecloth a little too hard and some of the
glasses shatter onto the floor. The drunk girls laugh while
trying (but failing) to pick up the broken pieces of glass
on the floor. A RESTAURANT HOST kicks them out for being too
loud.

BRIDE TO BE
Iris! Hurry up or we're leaving
yooooou!

Bride and the gang all stumble out the door one-by-one.

IRIS
Ok then... Gotta go. Love you Ange
keep in touch. Enjoy your date!

Angela smiles and takes out her camera for one last photo
with Iris before Iris jogs out the door to catch up with her
girls. Angela goes back to doodling in her notebook.

Sterling picks up their food from the counter and brings it

back to the table. He narrowly gets a glimpse of Iris
running out the door.

STERLING
Who was that?

ANGELA
An old friend.

Sterling nods as he places the tray of food down on the

table.

On the tray, there are hot wings, fries, a pizza, a root

beer float in a glass mug, and a Cola. One by one Sterling
takes the pizza, fries, and root beer float off the tray and
places it in front of Angela.

ANGELA (CONT'D)
Why so much food? I said I didn't
want anything.

STERLING
I figured you were saying that just
to be nice. Especially because all
you had earlier was a churro.
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ANGELA
How would you know I didn't
anything before the churro?

STERLING
Well, did you?

Angela turns away shyly.

ANGELA
No...

STERLING
(smug)
Told ya!

ANGELA
I met you two hours ago, and now
you're my nutritionist? You move
quick...

They laugh it off and chat as they start to eat the food.

STERLING
So, I thought you said didn't have
any friends?

ANGELA
Not technically, that was the first
time I saw her in like three or
four years.

STERLING
Why is that?

ANGELA
When she left for college, I was
still a senior in high school, so
we kinda stopped hanging out
because she wanted to start fresh I
guess. I don't know... I didn't ask
her about it. Plus, she moved into
the dorms and like, made all these
new friends, so I kinda felt like
she just forgot about me, you know?
And I didn't have a car, so I
couldn't just go and see her
whenever I wanted.

Angela stops eating for a moment and just sits there in

silence. You can tell she's not over it.

ANGELA (CONT'D)
...Sorry, I didn't mean to ramble.
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STERLING
Man, that must suck, I'll be your
friend though, if you want me to?

ANGELA
Thanks but not unless you tell me a
little about yourself first.

STERLING
Well... I'm 22, I work at the fair
on weekdays, I'm in a band–

ANGELA
No way really, what kind of music?

STERLING
A little punk jazz, with some
electronic r&b thrown in there...

Angela is intrigued, sounds like Sterling just threw random

genres together and called it music.

ANGELA
When's your next gig?

STERLING
Well, our drummer is actually
getting married next month so we're
performing at the wedding.

ANGELA
And what instrument do you play?

STERLING
Guitar, Keys, I sing on a couple
tracks...

askdjflkajsldkjfalshd! The butterflies are raving in

Angela's stomach! Finally, someone interesting!

ANGELA
What days do you guys rehearse? I'd
love to see you play.

Sterling pauses in shock, he didn't think she'd be that into

it.

ANGELA (CONT'D)
My bad, nevermind, I didn't mean to
invite myself.
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STERLING
No, No, it's okay, we meet next
week for rehearsals, so you can
definitely join if you want...

ANGELA
Cool. I'll see you then.

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EXT. ANGELA'S APARTMENT. NIGHT.

A JET-BLACK JEEP pulls up to Angela's apartment building.

Angela holds the rest of the pizza and the otter plushie.
Sterling gets out of the car and walks her to the front of
the building.

ANGELA
Thanks for the ride. Much
appreciated.

STERLING
Anytime...Do you mind if I get your
number?

Sterling hand his phone to Angela and waits patiently

ANGELA
Oh yeah, here.

She types her number into his phone.

They shake hands...for an incredibly lengthy amount of time.

It's kinda awkward, but they both enjoy it in a weird way;
although Angela does wipe Sterling's sweat from her hands
after it's over. They give each other a side hug and Angela
goes inside.

CUT TO:

INT. ANGELA'S APARTMENT. NIGHT.

Angela rushes into her apartment full of excitement. She

does a happy dance as she sets the leftover pizza on the
counter.

She opens a cabinet and as she reaches for a glass, it slips

from her palm and shatters all over the kitchen tile. Angela
gasps in shock. She grabs the broom and sweeps up the pile.

Footsteps can be heard from down the hall. A sleepy young

woman, FRANNIE MILLER (25), Angela's sister, walks into the
kitchen.
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FRANNIE (O.S.)
Yo, what's going on in here?

Angela lets out a small screech.

ANGELA
Oh my– goodness gracious Frannie,
do not do that! I could've scratch
my foot!

Angela gestures to the pile of glass.

FRANNIE
Well you shouldn't be breaking
glass in the middle of the night!

Angela rolls her eyes and continues sweeping. Frannie

carefully leaps over the pile toward the fridge.

ANGELA
I brought you pizza.

Frannie nods. She takes a carton of orange juice from the

fridge and hops on top of the counter and sits there with a
slice of pizza ready for her midnight snack.

FRANNIE
How was the fair?

She drinks the orange juice straight from the carton.

ANGELA
Good. Just walked around by myself,
went to Wingie's, and... well, here
I am.

FRANNIE
(chewing)
Mmm. Wait who how'd you get home?

ANGELA
My friend Sterling dropped me off.

FRANNIE
That's a new name. What happened to
Iris?

ANGELA
Nothing, we just haven't been super
close lately...
(MORE)
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ANGELA (CONT'D)
She's actually back in town, I saw
her today at Wingie's, but it was
in the middle of her friend's
bridal shower-bachelorette party
thing so we didn't talk much.

FRANNIE
Aw, that's too bad. I miss you guys
together, you were so cute running
around in your little princess
dresses

ANGELA
Yeah...

FRANNIE
You still got that photo album?

ANGELA
Yeah I do, but I'd rather not look
at it. Too many memories.

Angela stares into the pile as if she is looking back at the

memories through the glass, almost tearing up.

FRANNIE
...Okay then. I'm going back to
bed. Feel better sis.

ANGELA
Night.

Frannie hops off the counter and gives her sister a hug and
a kiss on the forehead before taking the box of pizza and
orange juice carton back to her room.

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