[American Entertainment] Dance out of my youth

"Are you only here on weekends?"

"Come here during spring break. Are you on spring break?"

"Yes, it's spring break."

She took him to the guest room. "David and Juliet live in this bedroom when they come to visit me, but they only come a few times. I'll get you some new sheets."

She opened the cupboard, pulled out a new bed sheet, and unwrapped it, "Look, that's a pretty pattern, isn't it?"

It is a particularly bright red rose pattern, but it is not tacky, but a very gorgeous pattern, with gold borders on the rose petals.It's just such a tacky red and gold color. If the pattern design is good, it is gorgeous, and if the design is not good, it is tacky.

"Or this set." Pulled out a new bed sheet with a pink rose pattern, "Juliet bought it, she always thinks I like pink. This pink is actually very pretty, but I have to say that I am not 6 years old." I have a baby, so I insist on not using it. What do you think?"

"They are all beautiful." He pointed to the red bed.

"Sight." She praised him, "Take off the bed cover first."

The bed was covered with a light blue lace cover. Grace motioned Tom to stand on the other side of the head of the bed. The two of them pulled one end of the cover and rolled it up to the end of the bed.

She took the coverlet away and stuffed it in the cupboard.

Take away the pillows and sheets, and put on new sheets together.

Red, gold, pretty and gorgeous.

She produced a new pair of down pillows.Unpacking, the feather pillow popped up.

She suddenly threw a pillow on him, "Have you ever played a pillow fight?"

"No," he deftly caught the pillow, "what is that?"

"The first night I lived in the dorm, Susan, my roommate, taught me how to play a pillow fight. Whoever's pillow falls apart first loses. We can play another day." She threw another Pillows thrown on the bed. "Okay, that's it. You stay in the apartment first. If you go out, don't go too far. Take your mobile phone and be careful not to be stolen. Wait for my call. I still have two classes. After school , let's go out to eat together."

Tom nodded obediently.

"Are you rich?" she asked again.

"Yes, I changed hundreds of dollars at the airport."

"That's enough. Well, I must go."

Grace hurried away.

Two hours later, she came back.

Tom was neither in the living room nor in the kitchen.She opened the refrigerator, took out the milk, and poured a glass of iced milk.

There was a bit more rubbish in the kitchen trash can: eggshells, vegetable stems, sliced ​​bread in the fridge had been moved, and it looked like he had made a sandwich himself.

What about others?

The boy fell asleep on the guest room bed.

She stood by the bed: The kid must be lying, he doesn't have a job, if he has a job and comes to Los Angeles, the agent will accompany him, or Nicky will accompany him.

She couldn't figure out how to handle the situation, and it seemed best to pretend she didn't know he was lying.That was his business, he should have persuaded Nikki and Dominic to let him come to America alone.

But what on earth was he here for?

She turned and went out.

Tom didn't wake up until 7 o'clock in the evening.

Looking at the darkness outside the window in a daze, I thought it was morning.

He reached for his phone and checked the time: 7:[-] p.m.

He yawned, rubbed his eyes, got out of bed, and groped to the bathroom.

After leaving the bathroom, think about it, Grace should be back. "Grace?" Tried calling out to her in a low voice.

Grace came out of the master bedroom, "You're awake. Are you hungry? I bought sushi, it's in the fridge."

He was a little embarrassed, "I fell asleep."

"It's okay, you're jet-lagged. Besides, minors never get enough sleep."

He stared at her unconvinced, "Stop calling me a 'boy' all the time, I will grow up, and I will grow up soon."

"I'm sorry, I won't talk about it in the future." Oh, the little boy was annoyed.

He smiled, "I'm hungry, I want to eat sushi." He hurried to the kitchen.It's a little embarrassing, but Grace is really gentle.

The sushi is delicious.

Take it out of the packed bento box, put it on a rectangular flat plate with Japanese pattern, and pick a few mint leaves for decoration.

Grace said that eating should pay attention to "a sense of ritual", so that even if you just eat packaged sushi, it will be very classy.

But he can't use chopsticks well, so he can only hold them with his hands.

Dip in a little wasabi, a little soy sauce.

The mustard was so hot that it brought tears to his eyes.

Grace poured him a glass of iced mineral water.

"It's too spicy." He managed to catch his breath.

"You can't eat wasabi, don't eat it." She brought a new saucer and poured a little soy sauce.

It's like... what's the difference?Is it because of the location?It was in her apartment, just the two of them.

Tom thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this had never happened before.The apartment was another "home" to Grace—he was in her house!Live in her house!

Private occasions, alone with him and her.

This is really strange.

However, there is a subtle...joy?

In short, I am in a good mood, very happy, very happy.

"Why don't you eat?" He said vaguely with puffy cheeks.

"I've eaten." The boy ate in a playful way, like a chipmunk.Watching his mouth move and eat will also make me feel happy.It's strange, in fact, he is not very beautiful, as a child actor, there are many boys who are more beautiful than him.

Probably because I have known him since I was a child, so I automatically put on a filter, and I have a sense of intimacy with him.

She counted the food intake of a boy who was about to turn 17, but it still seemed to be short. Tom finished two sushi orders and was not full at all.

He was a little squeamish, thinking it would seem silly to say "I'm not full."

Grace made him put away the dishes, brush them, and put them back in the kitchen cupboards.He obediently did what she ordered.

"Do you want to go out at night? Let me drive you out to see the night view of Los Angeles. Last time you came, did you not go out at night?"

He nodded.

"Then let's go." She took the car keys, put on a Sesame Street cross-body backpack, and put the door keys, wallet, and mobile phone in the bag.

"I thought L.A. was terrible at night."

"Not in the car, and, don't go to those unsafe areas, it's basically fine. What? Are you afraid?"

"It's not that I'm afraid. What do you usually do at night?"

"Play computer games, read books, and sometimes catch up on papers."

"No—any social event?"

"Yeah, there are some parties in school, but most of them are boring and there will be too much alcohol." And the companions of high drinking in college parties: rape and molestation, sexual harassment incidents.Fortunately, Caltech is not a big school, and there are not as many students as other universities. From a base point of view, there are not as many incidents of rape, molestation, and sexual harassment as other schools.

She figured she wouldn't have to tell Tom about the crimes happening on campus.She changed the subject, "How many days are you going to be in Los Angeles?"

"By the end of spring break." After thinking about it, he added, "Is that okay?"

"Okay. But, did you come to Los Angeles to quarrel with Nicky or Dominic?"

Tom was surprised, "No, absolutely not!" What was Grace thinking? !

"Late rebellious period?"

"no!"

"Well, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."

He was suddenly nervous, his mouth was dry, and he didn't know what to say.

—Will Grace think I'm too stupid?

——Or, too timid?

She drove steadily, neither fast nor slow, and stopped in the middle to refuel once.She asked Tom to watch the oil gun outside, and went to the small supermarket at the gas station to buy two bottles of mineral water and a few chocolate energy bars.

She stopped for a moment outside the supermarket: Tom was too sweet standing next to the gas station pump.She remembered that Juliet had said to David many years ago that it would be nice to have such a good son as Tom. Juliet didn't like to praise outsiders very much, which showed how pleasing he was.

Well, the boy has grown up and has his own little thoughts.

Tom hung up the grease gun.She walked over and handed him a bottle of water and two energy bars.

"You didn't have enough to eat tonight?"

He was a little flustered and nodded indiscriminately.

"Tell me if you're not full. There's nothing embarrassing about it." She raised her hand to rub his hair, but remembering that he didn't like it, she withdrew her hand again. "Are you going to drive? Don't tell me Dominic hasn't taught you how to drive yet."

"I'll drive? Is it okay?"

"As long as you don't speed, I don't think there's a problem. You should have a driver's license in the United States."

"Nicky is worried about letting me drive."

Grace burst out laughing.

Tom didn't know why she was laughing, it was bewildering.

After laughing for a long time, she stopped, "Nicky is not here now."

He suddenly reacted: he can't always mention "mother", mother doesn't like him like this, and mother doesn't like him like that.She wouldn't see him as an "adult" if he couldn't get away from his parents' influence and kept referring to them.

"Grace," he whispered to her.

"Ok?"

"I'll drive, I won't speed."

Sitting behind the steering wheel feels super cool!

Even if it's not your own car, it's still super cool!

It would be even better if we could drive as fast as a racing car!

Grace told him about the speed limits in downtown and suburban Los Angeles, and was careful not to speed: Tom was driving without a license, and she didn't want to be caught by the traffic police.

I drove back to the Pasadena apartment without incident and parked in the apartment's underground parking lot.

Tom was overjoyed and felt that he was super powerful!It's the first time to drive in a strange city, super stable!I didn't hit a tree, run a red light, or speed, so be careful!

"Grace! Look, I'm good at parking!" Parking is a skill.

"If you scratch my car, I'll ask you to paint it by hand, and you won't be allowed to sleep if you don't fix it."

He quickly said, "I'm not that stupid." It must be nonsense to ask him to paint by hand, right?