A Movie Script Ending [just Jenna]

[Dominic Bennett]

Dominic gazed at the shelves of trophies, gleaming in the sunlight that shone through the window. He noticed how polished the trophies looked and how he had once spent a detention in this room, cleaning and recleaning every single one. He had come here because everywhere else was crowded and sometimes he just wanted to get away from it all.

[Jenna Dubois]

Jenna Dubois was sitting on a bench in the courtyard, mindlessly snapping pictures of herself, and people seated around with friends. The light was perfect and she loved catching people off guard with her photos, it made them more interesting. She placed the camera back around her neck and headed back inside the castle walls. Once there, she contemplated on where to go next, but something inside her told her to go to the trophy room. She walked in casually, not expecting anyone else to the be in the room. She smirked, realizing it was Dominic and snapped a picture of him gazing at the trophies. "Boo" She said, walking over to him.

[Dominic Bennett]

"Hey," He grinned. "Let me see how that picture turns out, if it's bad I'm going to have to get rid of it." Dominic laughed.

[Jenna Dubois]

Jenna smiled, placing a hand against the glass where the trophies were kept. Her eyes skimmed over the names on the golden medals, unable to recognize them. "I wouldn't let you get rid of it, because if it does turn out bad, then it'll be something to make me laugh every day." She teased. She took the camera off of her neck and placed it on the ground against the wall, hoping she wouldn't leave it there.

[Dominic Bennett]

He laughed. "If you insist." Dominic answered. "At least I'll know you'll be thinking about me every day."

[Jenna Dubois]

Her silver eyes looked from the trophies to him, glistening from the sunlit glass. "And that makes you happy?" She asked. Her prejudgement of this boy had been completely off. She had, at first, thought he was a stuck up jock who thought of no one but himself, but once she began to talk to him, realized he was a pretty decent guy. She couldn't help but wonder what people thought of her at first glance, not that she cared in the least bit.

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[Dominic Bennett]

Grinning, he replied, "Of course." Better to be straightforward, then to act like he didn't like her.

[Jenna Dubois]

Talk about straight up honesty. She smiled sweetly towards him, wondering what he was up to. "I'll make you a deal then. You think about me, I'll think about you." She responded with a slight grin. Jenna walked over to where she had placed her camera and sat down against the wall, getting tired of standing.

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[Dominic Bennett]

He laughed. "Deal."

[Jenna Dubois]

Jenna laid her legs down flat in front of her, clicking the top of her boots together before stopping and asking, "So why exactly are you in here? Didn't get detention again did you?" She had only gotten detention once, so most might classify her as a goody-two-shoes, but it was mainly because she kept to herself and when she did something she put all effort into it. So why was she not in Ravenclaw? Well, she spent most of her days daydreaming, so paying attention in class wasn't one of her stong points.

[Dominic Bennett]

"No, there was just no where else to go." He said with a shrug.

[Jenna Dubois]

That was everyone's excuse to be somewhere lately. It was all so mellow and boring. Couldn't people just be somewhere because they wanted to, not that she exactly wanted to be in a trophy room surrounded by..trophies. "Everywhere else is crammed with people, I don't know where they all came from." The school population seemed to have risen dramatically within a week's time. She didn't know all these people existed and saw a new face everywhere she went.

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[Dominic Bennett]

"I know what you mean. The grounds are always crowded and this is the only place that's ever empty, except for the library." He said.

[Jenna Dubois]

She laughed a little. Yeah, the library was always empty, as if people were scared that the books were going to hurt them. Reading a good book every now and then wasn't going to kill you for God's sake. "I can never find a place decent enough to sit down and paint." She sighed. "Speaking of painting, I've never done one of you. It might be fun, like in the titanic, except with more clothes." She said with a laugh.

[Dominic Bennett]

He laughed. "I'll be looking forward to it."