WIFEY. PT 2 | EP TWO (2.1)
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(estate agent): So what are we thinking?
(cleo): It’s nice! isn’t it max?
(max): Maybe. What's the rent again?
(estate agent): £1395 per month.
(max): And there’s no parking right?
(estate agent): There’s not. But there’s timed free parking on the roads nearby and the flat itself does have top of the range white goods and a brand new dishwasher. so it’s not a bad trade off.Â
(max): …I see.
(estate agent): Why don’t I give you a moment to think? I'll head downstairs and we can reconvene in ten.
(cleo): That'd be great. Thank you.Â
[The estate agent leaves]
(cleo): What’s the problem?
(max): I'm just not sure. it’s too…white. and the no parking thing’s shit too.
(cleo): Babe, it's modern! your last place barely had central heating! plus, you don’t even drive!
(max): Okay one: it had character, and two: I know I don’t right now but…I want to learn!
(cleo): Max be serious. this place has great transport links, it’s almost double the size of your old place and on a selfish note, it’d put us back in the same city again. …is it a money thing? ‘cause i'm happy to help you out until you’re back on your feet.
(max): No! i’ve still got the money rita gave me…and I have a job now anyways.
(cleo): Sorry? where?
(max): [Sighing, quiet] I got my old job back at the dollhouse.
(cleo): Seriously?
(max): Cleo-
(cleo): Max you know I love you but sometimes I just do not get you. you were only meant to be a bartender for a few months and then suddenly you’re a manager, which like fine, okay- at least you’re being a boss bitch but now it’s gone, which must be awful I know but instead of trying to move forward you’ve gone bloody backwards! What was the point of working your arse off in uni if you’re just not even gonna try?
(max): Oh for fuck- look, cleo i’ve got enough shit to deal with without you judging me on top of it. just because my life doesn’t look like you think it should, it doesn’t mean i'm not trying to do what’s fucking best for me.Â
(cleo): Max I-
(max): -Maybe if i didn’t have to keep burying people I care about then I could stop for a while and properly get my shit together but for now-
(cleo): -Oh babe. i’m not trying to fight with you. i’m sorry. it’s just- I think you deserve the world and that you shouldn’t have to settle for shitty jobs or…too white flats with no parking for your future car.Â
(max): …I know.
(cleo): [Pulling them into a hug] Come here.Â












