MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

PARTY

First of all Enzo was a professional. He didn't miss one chance to live it up with his friends but after getting into bed at the break of dawn, he had a cup of tea two hours later, slept another two hours and at 10 a.m. was ready to take another look at the four scripts.

Oscar, his big orange cat, looked at him with adoration, lying over one of his scripts. Lizzie, was curled up against his side. So far the two challenged each other with their eyes and competed Enzo's love. They were his children.

- You are going to be the spaceman, aren't you? -Duncan poked his head with a smile, bringing him some tea.

- Thank you -he said taking the beautiful Chinese porcelain cup from his particular collection-. I don't know, Duncan. It might be the best script but...

- Hang on, you have a videoconference with Clive Harrison. The director.

- Who?

- Don't you remember? I've told you in Munich, he wanted to talk to you personally about the project.

Duncan wanted his friend and boss to make a movie dressed up as a spaceman, something he wished to be since he was a kid and that's why he had studied astrophysics. And at last he got it. Enzo said Yes to that project in the absence of the last loose ends needed to settle dates. Duncan, who lived his life through Enzo's, felt as though he would get that achievement longed since his childhood.

Before starting to shoot, he had still the project of the perfume comercial with his name on it. He had to fly Los Angeles and stay a while there.

He didn't like specially that part of United States. He liked the east coast and specifically New York, where he kept an apartment. But because of work it was the most comfortable place to live in as long as he was in American land.

He rented a nice mansion in Laurel Canyon. Close enough to Los Angeles and far enough to keep his privacy. It was a ten room Italian style villa with red brick roofs and balustrade.

That intense period of work many miles away from Europe was helpful to get over what happened with Lars. Those three days had weighed on him as though they had split after ten years of living together. It took him several days to recover and get over that.

Nevertheless the German appeared once in a while. He was like a tidal wave, rather a sand storm which blurred everything else. He imagined Lars behind him as he clicked in his phone or laptop, as he slept or get himself ready in front the mirror. As he chose carefully the clothes he wore. He thought about him while he put on his cute complements. What he would thought seeing him smarten himself up every day. He found out he didn't know anything about him. His job, his age, nothing at all. He just knew he played the Ninth Symphony with his dick.

Funnily enough, when he got sick again with melancholy for him, appeared a guardian angel. One of the many who would fill his life.

It was Taron. That boyfriend from Philadelphia who met in Cannes and with whom he lived an intense one year of beautiful love. Taron got in touch first with Duncan and through him he found out his address in Los Angeles.

Enzo jumped with joy on seeing him enter the door. He had a mighty affection for this guy. They had lived a beautiful love story and there he stood. As good-looking as usual.

- You look great, darling. It's been a long time -he gently took his hand.

- 4 years, 4 months and 2 days.

- Is that true or do you want to impress me?

- I want to impress you. But the years and months are right.

- I'm so glad to see you. You've got thinner and have some more muscle. Let's see -he lifted up his tshirt, whistling facing his six pack.

- I'm doing a lot of sport and work out in the gym quite often.