scribbled autographs before extricating myself and guiding both of my parents through the hotel doors.
"Holy Mother of God! Caden, that's unbelievable!" my father said as he walked beside me and laid his hand on my shoulder.
"Dad, really, that was nothing. You’ve been at the premieres. It can be so much worse than this at the events. The hotel does have a few more than usual, I suppose, due to it being my birthday, but not by much."
Three hours later I was getting ready for dinner when my phone rang. I Will Remember You by Ryan Cabrera; the new song I’d just assigned as Brook’s ringtone filled the air . The song was so apropos of our movies, of me leaving… I was happy she was calling but filled with melancholy as I answered the phone.
"Hey, gorgeous." I forced a lighthearted tone. She was so happy and I didn’t want to bring her down with thoughts of our impending separation.
"Hi! Are you ready for your birthday party? I'm so happy your parents came."
"Yeah. It was amazing of you to ask them. Very sweet. They simply adore you, Brook," I said as I ran my hands through my hair a few times, then realized there was nothing to be done with it and gave up completely. "As do I."
"Hmm, well, it’s mutual. I'm just glad I was able to help make you happy today."
"You always do, love." I smiled into the phone. "Even when you're leaving me at the mercy of delusional, gay men." She laughed and the sound spoke directly to my heart.
"Did you get any, uh... packages today?"
I laughed. "Only from Ethan and Dawson. Those wankers!"
"Ethan mentioned he was sending you something, but wouldn't tell me what it was," her voice was anxious and lilted. "So? What was it?"
"Um...” I hesitated.
"Cade! Tell me! I'm dying to know!" She laughed into the phone.
"You won't say that after I tell you. Those jackasses," I said in exasperation. "They sent me a Julia blow up doll, or rather one they dressed up like you. They even got some of your costumes from the last film to dress the damn thing in. Happy now?" My face hurt, I was smiling so much.
She burst out laughing. "Ethan has such a twisted sense of humor. That's hilarious! At least it was dressed. Was there a note?"
I rolled my eyes as I bent to pull on my shoes. "Oh yeah , there was a note alright." I went to get it so I could read it to her. "It says; ‘Ryan, on the lonely nights when Julia can't blow you, you can blow her ! We wouldn't want our boy to get blue balls while in New York. She can’t make lemon muffins, but you get the idea! Love, Daws and Ethan’." I said through my chuckles. "Dickheads."
Brook was giggling so hard she was gasping for breath. "Oh my God! I'm dying!"
"How in the fuck am I supposed to get rid of this bloody thing? If the press gets a hold of it, it will ruin me. I'll be a laughing stock! I should beat the hell out of them when I see them next." I tried to sound irritated, but in reality I was smiling. Okay, it was bloody hysterical, I have to admit it. "I'd suggest giving it to Mickey, but it lacks certain appendages that he might require," I added sardonically, as I threw on my black hooded sweatshirt and headed for the door.
"That's for sure. You know before you yell at Ethan, you should know that he helped make the arrangements for tonight."
"He did? He's a good guy, even if he is a fucker."
"Yes, he's great. I've got to run, babe. Meet you at Blowball... um, I mean Glowball," she teased, her eyes sparkling with glee.
"Yeah... keep it up, Brook. You're going to pay for that little stunt with Mickey earlier, too, so get ready." I knew she could hear the smile in my voice.
"Ummm... really can't wait. Love you," her voice dropped and took on that sex tone I loved.
I felt my body tighten in anticipation. "Mmmm... love you, sweets. See you in a few."
I went to collect my parents before heading downstairs to face another mob of fans, but I was so happy, nothing would ruin my mood.
AS I WATCHED BROOK with my parents throughout the
"Holy Mother of God! Caden, that's unbelievable!" my father said as he walked beside me and laid his hand on my shoulder.
"Dad, really, that was nothing. You’ve been at the premieres. It can be so much worse than this at the events. The hotel does have a few more than usual, I suppose, due to it being my birthday, but not by much."
Three hours later I was getting ready for dinner when my phone rang. I Will Remember You by Ryan Cabrera; the new song I’d just assigned as Brook’s ringtone filled the air . The song was so apropos of our movies, of me leaving… I was happy she was calling but filled with melancholy as I answered the phone.
"Hey, gorgeous." I forced a lighthearted tone. She was so happy and I didn’t want to bring her down with thoughts of our impending separation.
"Hi! Are you ready for your birthday party? I'm so happy your parents came."
"Yeah. It was amazing of you to ask them. Very sweet. They simply adore you, Brook," I said as I ran my hands through my hair a few times, then realized there was nothing to be done with it and gave up completely. "As do I."
"Hmm, well, it’s mutual. I'm just glad I was able to help make you happy today."
"You always do, love." I smiled into the phone. "Even when you're leaving me at the mercy of delusional, gay men." She laughed and the sound spoke directly to my heart.
"Did you get any, uh... packages today?"
I laughed. "Only from Ethan and Dawson. Those wankers!"
"Ethan mentioned he was sending you something, but wouldn't tell me what it was," her voice was anxious and lilted. "So? What was it?"
"Um...” I hesitated.
"Cade! Tell me! I'm dying to know!" She laughed into the phone.
"You won't say that after I tell you. Those jackasses," I said in exasperation. "They sent me a Julia blow up doll, or rather one they dressed up like you. They even got some of your costumes from the last film to dress the damn thing in. Happy now?" My face hurt, I was smiling so much.
She burst out laughing. "Ethan has such a twisted sense of humor. That's hilarious! At least it was dressed. Was there a note?"
I rolled my eyes as I bent to pull on my shoes. "Oh yeah , there was a note alright." I went to get it so I could read it to her. "It says; ‘Ryan, on the lonely nights when Julia can't blow you, you can blow her ! We wouldn't want our boy to get blue balls while in New York. She can’t make lemon muffins, but you get the idea! Love, Daws and Ethan’." I said through my chuckles. "Dickheads."
Brook was giggling so hard she was gasping for breath. "Oh my God! I'm dying!"
"How in the fuck am I supposed to get rid of this bloody thing? If the press gets a hold of it, it will ruin me. I'll be a laughing stock! I should beat the hell out of them when I see them next." I tried to sound irritated, but in reality I was smiling. Okay, it was bloody hysterical, I have to admit it. "I'd suggest giving it to Mickey, but it lacks certain appendages that he might require," I added sardonically, as I threw on my black hooded sweatshirt and headed for the door.
"That's for sure. You know before you yell at Ethan, you should know that he helped make the arrangements for tonight."
"He did? He's a good guy, even if he is a fucker."
"Yes, he's great. I've got to run, babe. Meet you at Blowball... um, I mean Glowball," she teased, her eyes sparkling with glee.
"Yeah... keep it up, Brook. You're going to pay for that little stunt with Mickey earlier, too, so get ready." I knew she could hear the smile in my voice.
"Ummm... really can't wait. Love you," her voice dropped and took on that sex tone I loved.
I felt my body tighten in anticipation. "Mmmm... love you, sweets. See you in a few."
I went to collect my parents before heading downstairs to face another mob of fans, but I was so happy, nothing would ruin my mood.
AS I WATCHED BROOK with my parents throughout the
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