[Scene opens with two boys in their late teenage years laying down and smoking cigarettes on a rooftop. A house located in the countryside. It is late in the night, around two o'clock.]
Jack: [Motioning towards a bottle sticking out of a backpack next to Pete:] Would ya'?
Pete: [Hands Jack a quarter-full bottle of vodka.] Almost out.
Jack: [Taking a long sip, then:] Here, you have the last of the bottle. [Returns the bottle to Pete.]
[Pete finishes the bottle, then smokes his cigarette. A moment of silence ensues.]
Jack: [Eyes starlit and looking upward:] Just look at the sky, Pete. I feel in a profound mood.
[Pete puffs a cloud a smoke.]
Jack: The stars hanging in the sky suddenly seem closer than ever before, and everything feels and looks so… honest.
[Pete continues to say nothing.]
Jack: It's been a long time since I've felt like this.
[Pete rubs butt of his finished cigarette, lighting another one. Jack smokes his own cigarette. A moment of silence.]
Jack: Being out here in the countryside brings out more of the stars. You can really see them here.
[Pete nods. Jack smokes once more.]
Jack: I can't imagine what it's like living here; being able to see this every night would blow my mind.
Pete: It wears out with time.
Jack: [After turning his head towards Pete and staring at him for a moment:] I s'pose it's like anything.
[Pete gives a slight nod.]
Jack: Time is such an odd thing, isn't it?
[Pete smokes once more, and Jack returns to gazing at the sky. Jack smokes, letting out a sigh. A brief pause.]
Jack: What do you think of ambition, Pete?
Pete: I don't know.
Jack: Mm.
[The two lay in silence once more.]
Jack: It seems so far in my life, I've been completely empty of ambition. Looking here at the stars, so far away yet so transparent.. makes me feel a bit ashamed.
[Pete says nothing.]
Jack: Don't get me wrong, Pete. I have passions; I have dreams like anyone else. But what good are these without ambition?
Pete: I don't know.
[Jack flicks the excess ash off of his cigarette and smokes.]
Jack: I'm almost eighteen, and I haven't a goddamn clue as to where I'm going. All of these years seem to be flying out the window. [Sits up, becoming a bit more emotional.] I mean, christ. What do I do now? [Smokes, and then stares at the ground.]
[Pete becomes entangled in a thought of his own. Jack smokes and tries to situate back down.]
Jack: [After laying down:] I've been told I have all of this potential. I have things that make me happy. Yet, I don't know what to make of any of it.