soljoe's Literatures
“Melli?”
“What? I just told you to go to sleep.”
“Thank you for finding me in the rain,” Toy sleepily murmured against the man’s undershirt, eyes closed and demeanor exhausted. “I was hoping it would be you… I was hoping you would come and save me when I tripped and fell. Thank you…”
When were they going to stop catching him off guard like this?
This story deals on a very surface-level with homophobia in the 1950s.
Some allusions to homophobic violence.
“Now, why did you have to go and say an embarrassing thing like that?” Ed chuckled, blushing as he searched for the pen to mark up the script himself.
Being around him made me want to get up and get moving. While I ate breakfast, half-dressed, he glanced through the script, occasionally murmuring the lines I had changed for him under his breath. With his brows furrowed, he looked just like the character he was playing. Yet when we were alone, I saw him as he was: Eddie James. Not just the three-time popular movie star, but the definitive love of my life.