I’m in Hollywood

The takeaway was delivered quickly, and after the two of them had dinner, it was completely dark. Leaning on the sofa and watching TV for a while, Eric took Drew upstairs to prepare the bedroom for the girl.

Eric, I want to sleep with you. Drew pouted and took the quilt that Eric took out of the closet in his arms.

He took out another pillow and patted it, and Eric said casually, Don't make trouble, Drew, you don't want me to get into trouble again, do you?

But, this is your home, who would know?

You forgot what happened last time so quickly. If it wasn't for you being a fool, so many messy things wouldn't have happened after that. Well, come with me.

Drew followed Eric reluctantly and came to a spare bedroom.

Just here, there's hot water in the bathroom, oh, I forgot that you can't take a shower, that's all, go to bed early.

After explaining, Eric left Drew's bedroom and walked to the study.

After writing a few pages of the Resident Evil novel, Eric stretched, took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer and came to the balcony. Looking up, the entire Los Angeles was shrouded in a bright and prosperous light.

He sat down on a reclining chair on the balcony, lit a cigarette, and Eric leaned on the back of the chair, inexplicably remembered what Aniston said on the phone at noon, is he really like a passerby?

There was a slight noise behind him, and he turned his head to look. Because there was no pajamas, Drew, who was wearing Eric's wide T-shirt, stood on tiptoe, and walked over silently like a cat. After being discovered by Eric, he was cute. stuck out his tongue.

Eric, I can't sleep. Drew leaned over, pushed Eric to the other side of the large reclining chair, and lay down next to him, resting his head on Eric's arm.

He grabbed the cigarette in Eric's hand, took a skillful sip, spit out a smoke bubble, frowned slightly, and stuffed the cigarette into Eric again.

Does it taste good without marijuana? Eric asked with a smile, flicking the butt of his cigarette.

Of course, Drew answered rightly.

Don't touch those things again, Eric patted the girl's shoulder.

Um……

The nights in Los Angeles are cold this season, and Eric himself is fine, but Drew is only wearing a T-shirt with two long white legs. He took two more puffs in a hurry, crushed the cigarette and threw it into the trash can. Eric turned slightly sideways and pulled out a blanket from the side to cover the two of them.

Eric, what were you thinking about just now? Drew asked curiously, tilting his head.

Eric carefully pulled the blanket for Drew and said softly, I miss Annie, where is she in New York now?

Actually... Drew hesitated and said, I know.

Um?

Didn't I promise you that I would explain to Aniston what happened that day, and then I asked some people, and I got her contact information. She lives in Manhattan, New York, and I don't remember the exact address, but I wrote it down on paper and I'll bring it to you tomorrow.

Eric smiled: Why did you give it to me?

I want to make you happy.

So nice.

Drew hit the snake with the stick: Is there a reward? At least kiss me? He said and brought the baby face closer.

Eric gently kissed Drew's face, Drew squinted his eyes and snorted contentedly, then kissed back, and finally stuck out his little tongue to lick Eric's face, and then giggled. stand up.

Eric, can you sing? Can you sing me a song?

Eric didn't refuse, patted Drew on the shoulder, and said, Good cat, warm cat, little pom-pom...

Ha, don't listen to children's songs, Drew smiled and scratched Eric's body, suddenly thinking of something, he got out from under the blanket and walked towards the house, when he came back after a while, he had too much in his hands an acoustic guitar.

This is hanging on the wall in my bedroom, Eric, can you play guitar?

Eric took it over and fiddled with a few tones at random: No, this is left by the previous owner.

Try it, I want to listen. Drew coquettishly got into the blanket again.

Eric had to sit up, put the guitar on his lap, tried to fiddle a few times, glanced at the brilliant lights under Beverly Hills, brewed for a few seconds, and said softly:

*Your tearful eyes are reflected in the window of the Boeing 727

* Overlooking the city, everything is invisible

*When the setting sun renders hell's kitchen into heaven

*you turn your face

*I put a stray strand of hair in your ear

* Said, everything will be fine

*As long as we're together, forever, ever.

*As long as we're together, forever, ever.

*…

Some of the guitar skills he learned in college have been forgotten for a long time. Eric just fiddled with it by feeling, and his slightly hoarse voice drifted in the night wind, showing inexplicable emotions.

After singing the song, Drew squinted his eyes for a while and said, Eric, will we be together forever?

Putting the guitar aside, Eric lay back again, Aniston's words appeared in his mind again, thinking of his experience of coming to this world inexplicably after drinking: Who knows, maybe when I wake up, I'm already dead Not sure.

Drew pulled Eric's arm to rest on it, rubbed it lightly, and said, If you die, I will be with you.

Eric smiled and said: That's romantic. According to Western practice, maybe our story will be made up into a poignant love story, and then arranged into a drama such as Eric and Drew for a year. Every year, one venue performs in the theater. If it is in the story of the Orientals, we may be a pair of unyielding men and women who bravely pursue love, and eventually become a pair of butterflies, flying together, and the idiots will tell our story again. Tears are poured out, but the old-fashioned parents will use this to educate their rebellious children: If you dare to make trouble again, be careful to become a butterfly.

Haha, Drew chuckled: Eric, listening to you say that, I can't help but want to kill you and then kill myself. In this way, in people's stories, we can be together forever already.

Eric knocked on Drew's forehead and said, If you really do this, our story is more likely to become a bizarre murder in the police department's archives.

Drew rubbed his head in protest as usual, the two of them leaned quietly for a while, and the girl was speechless again.

Eric, what is your dream?

Why do you ask this all of a sudden?

Just curious, talk about it.

Eric stood up and changed his posture: I don't like the word dream, I like to use ideals. Dreams are always boundless, but ideals must be down-to-earth.

What about your ideal?

My ideal, Eric pondered for a while, and said very unpleasantly: Does it count as a lot of female stars and a bunch of child stars to become movie legends?

Drew raised his head and lightly hammered Eric's arm with the back of his head, and said with a smile, How vulgar!

Okay, it's late, go to sleep.

Well, is it okay to sleep here?

You'll catch a cold.

Then take me back, Drew raised his hands around Eric's neck and said coquettishly.

Eric stood up helplessly, stretched out his hand to embrace Drew, just straightened his waist, suddenly seemed to have lost his strength, sank down, and groaned: Oh, it's really heavy, I'm old, I can't hold it anymore. .

You're so annoying, Drew, who was startled, slapped Eric with a smile, but grabbed Eric's neck tightly and did not let go. Eric had no choice but to pick up the girl and hug her. Go to the bedroom.