[Act 1, Scene 1: The corridors of a school. Enter, scene left, Bellcurve Swoon, the delicately calculating boyfriend hunter, not nearly as Normal as she pretends.]
Bellcurve (punching at a calculator): And adding in the day temperature, he should be entering the corridor... NOW!
[Enter scene right, Headbutt Sullen, a grumpy teen, slumping along looking at his feet. Bellcurve moves to position herself in his path. They collide. Headbutt falls.]
Bellcurve (in a high, giggly voice): Oh, Headbutt! This is the first time a boy has fallen for me. [Bats eyelids]
Headbutt (glazed eyes): One - nil for the home team.
Bellcurve: Huh?
[Enter scene right, lots of kids running past, shrieking. The corridor clears, leaving only J. Cobb, the pudgy son of a corn merchant]
J. Cobb (sing-song): Headbutt loves Bellcurve. Headbutt loves Bellcurve.
[Exit scene left, J. Cobb pursued by a yelling Headbutt. Bellcurve faints artistically.]
[Curtain]
[Act 2, Scene 1: The outskirts of a forest. Stage lightning. Enter scene left, J. Cobb, still chanting "Headbutt loves Bellcurve", chased by Headbutt.]
J. Cobb (halting and holding up a hand): Ok, stop! Enough! You're still my buddy, even if this is a vampire love-story.
Headbutt (scratching his head): So, who won? Brazil or Argentina?
J. Cobb: I think it was Switzerland.
Headbutt: NOOOOO! [whips off T-shirt and stamps on it]
[Enter scene right, Bellcurve. Stage lightning]
Bellcurve: It was a dark and stormy night when I ventured into the forest, in the footsteps of my true love.
[Bellcurve sees Headbutts without T-shirt, swoons again]
J. Cobb: Headbutt! She hates Football!
Headbutt (horrified): NOOOOO! [Exit Headbutt].
J. Cobb (rubbing hands, first his, then Bellcurve's): Bellcurve! He loves Football!
Bellcurve (leaps up hissing): Who is she?? I will suck her blood. [Exit Bellcurve]
J. Cobb: MUWAHAHAHA!
[Curtain]
[Act 3, Scene 1. Football stadium, stands full of fans. At centre, J. Cobb and Headbutt, in opposing jerseys, with an empty seat in between. The air is tense. Suddenly all leap up and yell, "GOOOOOAAAAAL"]
J. Cobb: Headbutt! Your team just went down Four - Nil!
Headbutt: Oh! [slumps]
[Sudden whistles off stage. Everybody looks left. Whooshing sound. A girl in black lipstick zooms across the stage. Everybody turns to follow her in slow motion. Yell of "GOOOAAAAAAL". The same thing happens thrice more.]
J. Cobb (horrified): NOOOOO!
Headbutt (slowly): My team drew! [counts fingers] Four - four!
J. Cobb: NOOOOO!
[Enter, stage left, Bellcurve. She sits in the empty seat.]
J. Cobb: It's the girl!
Headbutt: What girl? I love football.
[Bellcurve looks furious. She knocks down Headbutt and bites his neck. Headbutt collapses with open eyes. Bellcurve turns to J. Cobb]
Bellcurve: Hmph. Not much boyfriend material.
J. Cobb (counting points on fingers): Boy. Friendly.
Bellcurve: OK. [Suddenly suspicious] And what about this Football?
J. Cobb: Never! Never! Only you!
[Exit scene left, J. Cobb and Bellcurve, hand in hand. We see J. Cobb with fingers crossed. Suddenly, another cry of "GOOOAAAAAAL"]
J. Cobb: What? No! NOOOOOO!
[Curtain]
I wrote this one for a short-short story contest at the height of the World Cup frenzy, and don't know why I haven't put it here earlier. It's probably the world's shortest 3-act play.