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Saturday, November 29, 2025

Girl Meets Life After High School – Episode Fifteen: Girl Meets Space

 

COLD OPEN – PENNBROOK QUAD – SATURDAY MORNING

Riley and Maya sip cocoa on a bench. A wheeled suitcase barrels in—Cory pops up wearing a “PENNSYLVANIA: WE DID OUR BEST” hoodie, itinerary in hand.

Cory: Weekend schedule! Breakfast tour, lecture crash, campus scavenger hunt, father-daughter handshake—

Riley: We have a handshake?

Cory: We do now. Section 4, subsection A.

Maya: He’s cute when he’s a backpack with legs.

Riley (smiling, uneasy): Hi, Dad.

Smash to sting.


ACT ONE

SCENE A – STUDENT CENTER – LATE MORNING

Cory’s itinerary sprawls. Riley tries to read; Cory narrates every bullet.

Cory: Then we audit “Sociology of Community,” sit front row, ask three tasteful questions—

Riley: Or I sit with you at the back and we just… be.

Cory: Being is on Sunday at 11:40.

Maya (aside): I’ll be over there not third-wheeling. (whispers) Ring power if you need me.

Riley ring-taps; Maya fades.


SCENE B – PLANETARIUM LOBBY – AFTERNOON

Farkle stands under a massive orrery, eyes saucer-wide. Zay holds two pretzels and a leash for a man.

Farkle: They have a full-dome show about gravitational lensing every hour on the :13. It’s destiny.

Zay: We agreed: one show. Then dorm. Laundry. Sunlight.

Farkle: I reject laundry and the sun.

Zay: You are not a bat.

Farkle: I am a bat of knowledge.

Show doors open. Farkle glides in. Zay sighs and follows.


SCENE C – ERIC’S APARTMENT – SAME TIME

Lucas opens the fridge. A landslide of labeled containers—ERIC’s—threatens to avalanche.

Lucas: Why is the top shelf all “Eric’s Emergency Soup – Do Not Touch (Legally Binding)”?

Eric (appearing with a sash: FORMER SENATOR / CURRENT FRIDGE CZAR): Good! Boundaries maintain domestic tranquility.

Lucas: Boundaries are not twelve yogurts with your face on them.

Eric: That’s branding.

Lucas: I need protein space.

Eric: Then win it. Trial by Tetris.

They square off with produce like it’s chess.


SCENE D – SOCIOLOGY LECTURE HALL – AFTERNOON

Riley and Cory slide into seats. Professor greets class. Cory’s hand rockets up at the first question.

Professor: Yes… visiting parent?

Cory: Longtime listener, first-time caller. Quick thought on Durkheim—

Riley sinks a bit. Students glance. Her phone buzzes—Maya: “Breathe?”

Riley types back: “Trying.” She squeezes her ring and watches her dad glow while she… shrinks.


ACT TWO

SCENE E – PLANETARIUM, DARK DOME – MID-AFTERNOON

Stars wheel. Farkle whispers facts at the ceiling like a prayer.

Narrator (overhead): …and the universe expands—

Farkle (awed): Same.

Show ends. Lights up.

Zay: Okay! Milkshakes and—where’d you go?

Farkle has flattened himself between two exhibit panels.

Zay: Sir.

Farkle (from the shadows): I live here now. I will become a docent boy.

Zay: I will physically drag you like gravity. Let go of the Big Dipper.

Farkle: You cannot make me leave infinity.

Zay (deadpan): Watch me.

He scoops Farkle by the armpits. It’s undignified. It works.


SCENE F – ERIC’S KITCHEN – LATE AFTERNOON 

Lucas sticker-labels one shelf: “COMMUNITY ZONE.” Eric counters with magnetic dividers labeled “ERICOPOLIS.”

Lucas: You can’t annex the crisper.

Eric: I can and I shall. The spinach voted.

Lucas: The spinach is soggy.

Eric: Their democracy is young.

Rachel pokes in, sees the fridge Cold War.

Rachel: Solution: chore chart + one shared shelf. If I find a yogurt coup, I draft sanctions.

Eric: Good! Diplomacy.

Lucas: I accept terms on behalf of protein.

They shake on it. The spinach is pardoned.


SCENE G – QUAD / WINDOW TABLE – SUNSET

Riley and Cory pass the Window Collective donation bin. Cory pitches a new idea for Saturday cleanups; Riley’s quiet.

Cory: Are we having so much fun?

Riley: I love you.

Cory: …But?

Riley: You came to see me. Not the version of me who’s a field trip.

Beat. Cory winces—truth landing.

Cory: I only get two days. I filled them with… everything.

Riley: I wanted to fill them with… us.

Cory: (soft) Teach me your schedule.

Riley: It starts with just… sitting.

They sit on the bench. No agenda. Birds do bird things. It’s kind of perfect.


ACT THREE

SCENE H – PLANETARIUM EXIT / BUS STOP – EVENING

Zay plops a star-drunk Farkle on a bench with water.

Zay: Space is big. Your body is small. It needs Doritos and a nap.

Farkle (sheepish): I made the sky your problem.

Zay: I like being your gravity. But you gotta ping me when you spiral. Deal?

Farkle: Deal. (beat) The dome made me feel tiny and huge. I wanted to stay that feeling.

Zay: You can. It’s called “screensaver.” We’ll come back. On purpose. With snacks.

They bump shoulders; bus hisses; life resumes.


SCENE I – ERIC’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Cory and Riley enter to find the Community Shelf sparkling. Eric has framed a Post-it: “This shelf is for ALL OF US (even Lucas). –E”

Lucas: Behold: detente and deli meat.

Eric: I ceded one yogurt. It hurt. I grew.

Riley (to Cory): That’s the vibe. Make room, don’t vanish.

Cory: Copy. Today I was a lot. Tomorrow I’ll be… less. And closer.

Riley: Less schedule. More you.

They hug. Maya pokes in, clocking the calm.

Maya: You two found the oxygen.

Riley: We’re learning space.

Maya: Proud of my planets.


SCENE J – CAMPUS GREEN – LATE NIGHT

The crew sprawls on blankets: Riley, Maya, Zay, Farkle (sleepy), Lucas, Eric. A student astronomy club sets up a small telescope.

Riley: Dad, pick one star.

Cory: That one.

Riley: It’s far away. It’s still ours.

Farkle (drowsy): Technically—

Everyone: Shhh.

Cory (whisper): People change people. Space keeps them kind.

Eric: Also, the Community Shelf keeps them fed.

They laugh. Quiet. Stars do star things. Nobody narrates them. It’s enough.


TAG – PLANETARIUM GIFT SHOP

Zay buys Farkle a tiny projector night light that throws constellations on the ceiling.

Zay: For dorm-space sky. Controlled doses.

Farkle: Boundaries with nebulae. I can learn that.

Cashier: Want the “4:13 auto-off” setting?

Zay: Obviously.

They grin and head back to a dorm that has room for both sleeping and stars.

END.

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