On Beautiful BBoys

Scene - Thursday a few weeks ago. Around midnight.
Setting - Poorly architecturally designed apartment riddled with bad feng shui.

Enter N.

Roommate: Where were you? I was just wondering where you went.
N: Oh, I just got back from this monthly hip-hop thing. MC Battle.
Roommate: Really. Did you break?
N: Um, kinda. Not really. It was all carpet except for this little square of linoleum so I just kinda did my thing in the corner.
Roommate: Heh.
N: Yeah, and the thing was, Beautiful Boy was there.
Roommate: Beautiful Boy . . . ?
N: Yeah - the one that I saw before the Roots Concert.
(Beat)
N:I’m sure I told you about him.
Roommate: Eh . . . probably.
N: Yeah, so - he was there and he was so good. So! Good! I don’t think you understand! SO GOOD!
Roommate: Did you get to talk to him?
N: Well, there was this one time I thought he left already so I was just, you know, doin’ my thing, practicing going from baby to chair freeze. And he came over all the way from the other side of the room with his backpack, and put his stuff down to tell me what I was doing wrong. It was embarrassing.
(Roommate Laughs)
N: Yeah, I was like, ugh, I’m-an-ass-I’m-an-ass I suck, I suck, I KNOW I suck! And you’re so Beautiful! You’re not allowed to help me! Don’t look at me! You’re too good!
Roommate: Oh, so only Ugly People are allowed to help you?
N: Exactly!
Roommate: (Laughs) Well, look at the bright side. At least it means he was looking at you.
N: Yeah.
(Beat)
N: I guess it means he was.