Hollywood (我就是好莱坞) Part I

CHAPTER 50 - FEEL LIKE KILLING YOU

The takeout arrived quickly, and once the two people finished eating, night had completely fallen. After watching TV on the couch for a while, Eric led Drew upstairs to prepare her bedroom.

"Eric, I want to sleep with you." Drew pouted as she took the quilt that Eric had just fetched from inside a closet.

The man took out a pillow and dusted it off as he casually said: "Stop that, Drew. Do you want me to get in trouble ?"

"But this is your home, seriously, who will know ?"

"You're quick to forget, huh. If it weren't for this warped logic of yours, that incident a few days ago wouldn't have happened. Alright, come with me."

Drew reluctantly followed behind Eric to a spare bedroom.

"The bathroom is right here... Ah right, I forgot, you can't wash because of your knee, well whatever, go to bed early then."

Being the long-winded elder that he was, he spent some time nagging her before getting out of her bedroom and going to his study.

After writing a few pages of Resident Evil, Eric stretched, opened a drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes before going the balcony and gazing over the brightly-lit Los Angeles.

He sat down on a recliner, and lit a cigarette as he leaned back and somehow recalled his conversation with Annie on the phone; did he really give off the feeling of being ethereal ?

He heard a subtle sound behind him and turned around to look. Because he didn't have any pajamas to give her, Drew was wearing a loose T-shirt, and right now the lass was tiptoeing quietly, walking over like a cat. Realizing she had been found out, she cutely stuck her tongue out.

"I can't sleep." The recliner was quite spacious, so Drew gently pushed Eric to one side and laid next to him with her head on his arm.

Snatching the cigarette from Eric's hand, she skillfully took a puff before slightly knitting her eyebrows and handing it back to him.

"Too strong for you, huh ?" Eric knocked the ash off the cigarette and smiled as he asked.

"Yeah." Drew replied.

"In the future, don't touch those things." Eric said as he patted her head.

"Um...."

Nights in L.A were very cold in this season, Eric himself was fine, however Drew was only wearing a T-shirt and her legs were completely bare. He took two more puffs before stubbing out the cigarette and throwing it in the trash. Then he picked up a blanket he had put aside before, and covered both of their bodies up.

"Eric, what are you thinking about ?" Drew tilted her head and curiously asked.

Eric carefully laid the blanket on the girl before whispering: "I was thinking about Annie, I wonder where she is in New York now ?"

"Actually...." Drew hesitated a moment, and said: "I know."

"Huh ?"

"I promised you, remember ? That I would clarify things with Aniston, so I inquired about her whereabouts to some people I know and got her contact information. She lives in Manhattan, I don't remember the specific address, but I'll write it on paper for you and give it to you tomorrow."

Eric smiled: "You're willing to do that ?"

"I want you to be happy."

"What a good girl."

Drew decided to strike while the iron was hot: "That warrants a reward, right ? How about a kiss ??"

Eric softly kissed her on the cheek, and Drew squinted her eyes in satisfaction before licking his cheek in a giggle.