Goodnight Neighbor - Episode 1
by Eric Levin
Abigail sobs in bed as her mascara runs.
She blares loud breakup-music to soothe herself.
Finally, her neighbor pounds at the wall behind her.
KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE.
I CAN’T SLEEP.
Abigail lowers the volume.
Sorry!
She sobs quietly.
But her neighbor still hears her through the wall.
His deep voice softens.
Hey…I’m sorry…
Abigail dabs at her tears.
It’s not you…
Then what’s with the waterworks?
I had a rough day…
I dumped my boyfriend.
She hears her neighbor laugh.
And pounds the wall in frustration.
You think that’s funny?
Jeez! Sorry…
It’s just, usually the person doing the dumping isn’t the one crying…
Tell me about it.
But…I don’t know if I made the right move.
Dumping Brad?
Abigail does a double take.
Wait, do you eavesdrop on us?!
No…
But you knew his name!
She pounds the wall again.
Hey, I have a shelf there.
Stop eavesdropping!
I don’t! You two fought all the time…
How could I NOT know his name?
Abigail blushes and grows quiet.
For what it’s worth, I think you did the right thing.
He sounded like a terrible human.
You didn’t know him.
Any guy that talks to you like that doesn’t deserve you.
He had his moments…
Abigail takes a moment to reflect.
I guess we stopped being physical towards the end though.
I know. I slept great all December.
Ew! Don’t be gross.
But Abigail can’t help but chuckle.
The way I see it, you’re better off without him.
The way I see it, you’re a wall.
They both laugh and then sigh in unison.
I’m sorry about the noise…
I’ll let you sleep.
That’s okay. I couldn’t if I tried.
But it’s two in the morning!
I know. I’ve had a rough day too.
Rougher than mine?
I don’t know about that, but it was rough.
Abigail leans against the wall.
Will you tell me what happened, neighbor?
It’s Frank. We’re on a first name basis now, right?
Abigail laughs.
Yeah, I guess so. I’m Abigail.
I know, from your fights. But nice to officially meet you.
Frank rests his hand on the wall.
Well, sorta.
Abigail runs her fingertips along the concrete between them.
Nice to sorta meet you, Frank…
Now tell me about your awful day.
She presses an ear to the wall.
In the other room, Frank leans in to speak.
I was on a date with the girl of my dreams…
Not the most awful of beginnings.
Let me finish.
On our date I…
I had an accident.
An accident?
Yeah. We were out at dinner and I went to use the bathroom.
And in a moment of clumsiness…
I spilled water all over my pants.
Water?
Like from the sink?
Yeah.
That’s not so bad.
It was on my pants!
And it looked like I pissed myself.
Abigail tries not to laugh.
Frank hits the wall.
Are you laughing in there?
I’m not that immature.
She stifles her laughter.
Worst day of my life.
It’s not the end of the world.
Tell that to Emily.
Who?
MY DREAM DATE.
She took one look at me and booked it.
Any girl who’d do that doesn’t deserve you.
Maybe you have a point.
So we both had disappointing days.
Extremely disappointing.
A thought comes to Abigail.
Are those the same pants I saw hanging outside on your back patio?
Maybe…
She bursts into laughter.
I knew I heard laughing!
Frank gives another couple bangs on the wall for good measure.
I’m laughing with you, not at you.
No you aren’t!
I’M SERIOUS.
I’ve spilled on my pants too.
Not while you were on your dream date.
That’s true…
Frank and Abigail stare up at the ceilings from their respective rooms.
I wonder if I’ve ever seen you around the building…
You definitely have! You don’t remember?
What?! No! How did you know it was me?
You totally check me out in the elevator.
Are you sure?
Wait…
Are you leather jacket guy?
Or the guy who smells like cinnamon?
I mean…I do chew cinnamon gum.
Aha! I almost asked what brand you chew.
Could ask a guy his name first…
How’d you go this long and not introduce yourself?
How’d YOU go this long and not introduce YOURSELF?
I’m not a piece of meat.
And at least I don’t blast my music.
Hey, you blare sports all the time!
They hear a knock from above.
SHUT UP.
For God’s sake…
There’s an awkward silence.
And then Frank and Abigail burst into laughter.
I’m glad we talked, Abigail.
Me too…
Even if it was through a wall.
There’s a heated pause.
Abigail can feel a palpable tension in the air.
What if we changed that?
Abigail smiles.
I’d like that, Frank.
What did you have in mind?
Coffee? Drinks?
She’s met by a silence.
Frank?
Hello?
She knocks on the wall.
And there’s no response.
But then there’s a knock at her front door.
Abigail hurries over, grinning ear-to-ear.
She swings it open.
And then, the neighbors meet each other in person for the first time.
Frank is tall and muscular, but world weary.
Abigail has a hardened exterior…
But when she smiles, her sweet nature shows.
They stare into each other’s eyes as the moments pass.
Hello, neighbor…
Abigail’s eyes widen.
I DO recognize you! But you’re taller than I remember…
Abigail breathes in deeply.
And you still smell like cinnamon.
She offers a shy hand for a shake…
But Frank pulls her in for a hug…
And these two neighbors melt into each other’s arms.
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