Box of Chocolates and Goodbye

We laid on a bed outside by the pool at one of Hollywood's hottest nightclubs.  The lighting from the pool made everyone look like a Gucci ad and there were tiki torches with flames that surrounded us.  The room was filled with English rockstars and the latest "it" girls.  They all seemed full of shit and their outfits looked like they were trying too hard.  I propped myself up on my arm and listened more than I spoke.  He just wanted to be heard and I could see the pain in his eyes which were different colors, one green and one gray.  "I have never been treated so nicely in my life." he said.  I was taken aback.  He had flown across the pond from the U.K. where he lives an affluent life.  He slept in the corner of my  studio apartment on a piece of foam with two new blankets that I bought from Target, they were blue.  The last time I saw him he was a boy and now he has grown into a man.  A complex one.  He charmed all of my friends and managed to pick up a few American girls while here on holiday.  He was my friend and I treated him the way I was raised to treat people.  "Do unto others as you would want them to do unto you," my mother always told me.  I did just that and when he left to get on the plane he pulled me close, "There is so much to say but I just can't say it now, thank you."  "You don't have to say anything."  I said and rubbed his back, he had tears in his eyes and the girl he was with looked at me, she nodded and I smiled back.  I turned and walked back into the production office in Venice where I was working.  As I opened the door I blew him a kiss and he was wiping his face.  I sat at my desk and thought about the past two weeks.  They were awesome.  I felt like I was reintroduced to society. I went out every night.  I was tired everyday.  I got sick from lack of sleep and yet I never felt more alive.  It was nice to be appreciated.

He left me with a box of chocolates from his mum's shop in London.  I will eat one everyday for a month.  I will revisit all of the places that we went together and meet new friends, real friends, friends like him.  When the Hollywood douche bags act like they can't be bothered I will tell them to "fu*k off" or call them a "c*nt" or a "di*k" and say they are "awful" all with a very posh English accent under my breath while turning on my heels and walking toward better times.