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Write something that takes place on a staircase

"Just come to bed Sarah."

"Oh sure, it's all fine now so we can just go to bed."

"Sarah."

"Anthony."

"Just come upstairs."

"Why should I?"

"Because it's late and we should go to bed."

"You can go to bed."

"Sarah."

"What?"

"In ten years we have never not gone to bed together after an argument."

"Well there's a first time for everything."

"Sarah, it really isn't a big deal."

"Cool, just minimize my feelings. That's great."

"You know I didn't mean that."

"I don't know what you mean about anything anymore"

"Sarah, it was just a kiss."

"I can't believe you're even saying that."

"What else do you want me to say?"

"Sorry would be a start."

"I'm sorry then."

"See that doesn't count."

"What?"

"You only said it to get me to come upstairs."

"No, I really mean it. I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what Anthony?"

"Jesus Christ, Sarah."

"Say it."

"I'm sorry I kissed her."

"Now there's a start."

"Okay, so can we go to bed, c'mon, I'm already up the stairs."

"You could come down."

"You could come up."

"You could tell the truth."

"I told you the truth! It was one drunken kiss at a bachelor party. It didn't mean anything."

"So you've said."

"What else do you want me to say?"

"How about why she texts you?"

"Why she--what?"

"I saw the texts."

"You went through my phone? That's a huge viola--"

"You dumbass, the messages come through on the iPad."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"Sarah..."

"Besides, don't try to flip this on me. I've been committed to you for ten years. You've been--what? Dicking around with me for ten years?"

"You know that's not true. I love you."

"..."

"You know I do, Sarah...please don't cry."

"I'm not crying."

"Okay."

"And even if I were, I'd be allowed."

"Okay."

"So you want to start again about how you were telling me the truth?"

"Look--"

"Oh great start."

"Sarah--"

"Anthony."

"Listen--"

"Why should I?"

"Because we've been together for ten years."

"..."

"Sarah, I made a mistake. But it doesn't mean that I don't love you."

"Prove it."

"What?"

"Prove it."

"How do you want me to prove it? Now? At this hour? Why can't we just go to bed?"

"Because I feel like I'm going to scream."

"Scream into a pillow?"

"Cute."

"Hey at least you still think I'm cute?"

"Stop it, Anthony."

"Sorry, just trying to ligthen the mood."

"I don't need the mood lightened."

"So I see."

"Don't take that tone with me."

"What do you want from me?"

"Come downstairs so we can talk this out."

"Come upstairs so we can go to bed. Let's talk about this in the morning."

"Why?"

"Why?"

"Yeah, Anthony, why?"

"Because we don't have clear heads at the moment. I know I don't."

"And a night of tossing and turning will do what? Help? Not make me even more aggravated?"

"I'm aggravated too!"

"At what? What have I done, Anthony?"

"That's not what I meant!"

"Don't yell at me."

"I wasn't yelling."

"You were."

"Okay, okay. I'm just--"

"You know, Anthony, I don't really care."

"Thanks."

"No, I don't have to care about you right now. You broke something and I get to be upset about it."

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"..."

"Come down."

"Come up."

"We'll meet half-way."

"Sarah, that's silly."

"It's not. Look, I've come half-way up the stairs, now you meet me half-way."

"This is ridiculous!"

"No it's not!"

"Sarah, just--"

"Don't touch me."

"Sarah--"

"I said, don't touch me!"

"Sarah, goddammit just--"

"Ah!"

"Sarah!"

"..."

"Sarah!"

"..."

"Sarah?"

"..."

"Shit."

(Prompt by Kimisha Cassidy)

"red it is" by GT#2...Off permanently
 

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