A/N: So I had an idea for this follow-up scene to Locker Love. Maybe it'll be a complete movie some day, but for now it is what it is! Now that the contest is over, I've added it to the screenplay so you can see how Michael and Lori's first date begins, haha!

 I'm continuing to write this in the form of a screenplay, because it actually suits my writing process in some ways. I picture most things I write as a movie, so why not write them as a movie? Anyway, it's an interesting experiment.

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 INT. HALLWAY - DAY.

The OPENING CREDITS are displayed over shots of smiling teens opening and closing lockers in freeze-frame. We get to see the locker contents - SCHEDULES posted inside, PHOTOS, BOOKS tumbling out. Lots of colour, very upbeat.

The OPENING MUSIC is a completely original song called Locker Love from Green Day, written especially for the film. Something that has an energy like Basket Case, or maybe The Ramones' Rock 'N' Roll High School. Something like this:

Lock, lock, lock, lock, locker lo-ove!

We met at my locker and fell in love,

Lock, lock, locker love!

She's my baby from heaven above!

Lock, lock, locker love!

School can't hold me but she's enough,

She looks so sweet but she's so tough!

Lock, lock, lock, lock, locker lo-ove!

Take that girl to the dance tonight,

Lock, lock, locker love!

Dance with my baby and hold her tight,

Lock, lock, locker love!

Then meet at the lockers and kiss my girl all night.

Lock locker love!

INT. HALLWAY - DAY.

The school JANITOR has a long BOLT CUTTER tool and is using it to cut the LOCK off Lori's locker. As soon as the locker door is opened she exits and storms away angrily. The janitor proceeds to cut the lock off Michael's locker and releases him, taking long enough to give Lori a good lead. Michael stumbles out in a storm of papers and books, chasing Lori.

MICHAEL (V.O.) If you want to impress a girl, don't bring up her most embarrassing moment. Lori's was in grade three, when she found the grade six class pet which had been lost for two days.

INT. PUBLIC SCHOOL CLASSROOM - DAY.

We are in a grade three public school classroom. EIGHT-YEAR OLD LORI is at the back of the room where she finds a huge, ugly, hairy TARANTULA.  She picks it up without a second thought and carries it to the TEACHER at her DESK. The teacher ignores Lori for a while until she finally notices the tarantula and screams. Lori screams in shock and throws the tarantula. It lands on the open BOOK of another student who screams and flips the tarantula off the book into the air.

The camera zooms back through the window to show the entire room in chaos with everyone screaming. The camera zooms back to show a shot of the entire school screaming. The camera zooms back to show the entire United States screaming. The camera zooms back to show a shot of Earth from space, with everyone on the planet screaming. The bells of Notre Dame vibrate with the noise, people panic and run in the streets of Tokyo.

Eight-year old Lori is shown in the classroom, now a mess, looking mortified. Papers blow past her. She drops her head into her hand.

EXT. SMALL SUBURBAN HOME – DAY.

Michael arrives at Lori's home with FLOWERS, CHOCOLATES and a CARD IN A PINK ENVELOPE. He is wearing a jacket and tie, dressed for their date. He steps up onto the porch nervously and rings the door bell.

The door is answered by Lori's FATHER, a rather angry football hooligan-Vinnie Jones type. In fact, let's hire Vinnie Jones. Why not, the budget's already blown with the Green Day theme song. Father looks Michael up and down in an intimidating fashion.

FATHER What the fook do you want?

MICHAEL I'm Michael. I'm here for Lori?

FATHER (becoming extremely angry) Michael? Michael, from this morning Michael? You've got a lot of nerve showing up here after what you did! Anyone who comes to my home, wanting to date my daughter, had bloody well better have a lot of nerve! (Thinks about what he has said, and his attitude changes) And you do. So that's good then. Welcome to our home.

Michael is astounded to be ushered into the Ellis living room rather than beaten to a pulp and tossed in the road.  The tiny living room is filled with stony-faced RELATIVES seated on COUCHES and CHAIRS. They all have no expression on their faces. Like American Gothic, except British. GRAN and GRANDAD may actually be dead. Father makes short work of the introductions, then looks at the gifts Michael has brought for Lori.

FATHER Michael, family. Family, Michael. So what's all this lot then?

Lori's father takes the flowers and looks at them as if trying to understand what they are. He finally hands them to Lori's MOTHER.

FATHER These are for you, Mother.

MOTHER Oh, thank you.

Lori's mother files past, and we see that a line has formed behind her consisting of the other relatives.

Father grabs the box of chocolates from Michael. He looks it over, then shoves it into the hands of Lori's UNCLE. The uncle takes them and walks off with Father yelling after him.

FATHER Tom, these are for you. Don't eat them all! And I don't mean you can just leave me the fookin' Brazil nut!

The next in line appears to be the VILLAGE IDIOT. Father is concerned at the lack of gifts remaining and confronts Michael.

FATHER What else you got?

Michael holds up the card in the pink envelope. Father looks disgusted, but snaps the card from Michael's hand, handing it to the idiot who runs off with it.

MICHAEL Hey, that's personal!

FATHER (yells after idiot) Oy, Allan! That's personal! You leave it in your sister's room when you're done!

Lori comes down the stairs, and looks absolutely beautiful. She flips her hair in slow motion and smiles as violins begin to play. We see Michael watching her, stunned and possibly truly falling in love until...

Father interrupts Michael's reverie and the violins end with a scratched record sound effect.

FATHER What are your intentions toward my daughter?

MICHAEL Just, dinner...

FATHER She looks like that and you just want dinner?

MICHAEL I, well. I mean, excuse me?

FATHER Will there be a goodnight kiss?

MICHAEL What?!

FATHER Will you be sitting there, all night, looking at her and trying to work up your nerve for a goodnight kiss? Because frankly I find that revolting. The thought of you just sitting there, barely able to speak as you stare at my daughter all night makes me want to puke. Frankly I'd rather see you get it over with right now.

MICHAEL Excuse me?

FATHER (Slowly, as if to an idiot) Do you want to kiss my daughter?

MICHAEL Only if she wants to?

FATHER (Exasperated) You have no opinion of your own then?

Lori indicates her cheek, pointing and tapping with one finger. Michael kisses the cheek awkwardly, with the entire family crowding around for a look.

The part of Grandad is a celebrity walk-on role specially written for Mike Myers. He is wearing thick glasses, has sparse hair and a sunken chest, and sports an oxygen line under his nose. Grandad stands and calls out to Michael. He slowly approaches, dragging his OXYGEN BOTTLE in a SMALL WAGON. Grandad speaks to Michael in an incomprehensible dialect.

GRANDAD Ay, Merka! Gerh hal me gasht, fergh nall, ma farcht!

Michael reacts as if being spat on repeatedly as Grandad continues to speak Gaelic gibberish. Michael obviously understood nothing, but says:

MICHAEL I will.

There is a collective gasp from the room. Michael stammers but corrects himself immediately.

MICHAEL I mean, I won't.

There is a collective sigh. Michael tries to leave, except Grandad calls him back and gives him a dollar. Grandad smiles, winks, and pats Michael on the back.

Father catches Michael on the porch. He places an arm over his shoulders and speaks to him confidentially.

FATHER Listen son, have you got protection?

Michael is at a complete loss for words. Father reaches in his pocket and pulls out a set of brass knuckles, then hands them to Michael.

FATHER Here, take this.

Lori runs back and shoves the brass knuckles away.

LORI Too much, Daddy! Leave him alone!

Lori and Michael leave, Lori hooking her arm in Michael's. Lori is smiling, while Michael looks back as if he is unsure what just happened.

Father is joined by Grandad on the porch. Grandad is holding the box of chocolates, mostly just PAPER WRAPPERS, which he offers to Father. Father picks through the papers to find the last CHOCOLATE, which he looks at in disgust.

FATHER Hazelnut cluster?

Alternative Endings to Scene

Father is joined by Grandad on the porch.

FATHER Well he seemed nice.

GRANDAD (speaks incomprehensible gibberish except we make out the following words) Fookin' wanker.

Or...

Michael catches up to Lori and shows her the dollar.

MICHAEL Your Grandad gave me a dollar.

Lori smiles and laughs to herself, then walks off camera ahead of Michael.

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A/N: Okay, that's it for now! At the moment I have no good ideas for a wacky date, so please don't sit around waiting for updates. If you happen to be a film producer, though, please contact me and I will put the creative process into top gear "^_^"