Part Four-
***2000***
"When I become an actor, I think I'll go by Tom. Maybe even if I don't make it as an actor." He tells. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye and grin.
"It fits you. Professional. Serious but not too serious.
"What would you go by if you were an actor?" he asks and I raise my eyebrow in question.
"Lennon Davies." I answer simply.
"You wouldn't change your name?"
"Why would I? It's the name I was given. I like it."
He glances at me and smiles. "You'd always live in the shadow of John Lennon."
"Everyone lives in the shadow of John Lennon according to my parents." I say and nod towards my house.
"How do they do it?" Tommy asks me. We are sitting on the roof of his house looking out across the English countryside but mostly over into my lawn next door.
Mom and Dad are hand in hand swaying to a Beatles record that we can faintly hear. I turn my green eyes up to meet his blue ones. The glow of the stars are in them.
"I mean; they are so different. Your dad, he's so serious and straight laced. Your mum, she's so laid back and free spirited."
I grin at him. "You mean dad likes order and mom likes chaos."
He smirks. "Exactly."
"You've been on a boat before right?" I question.
"Yes, I've been sailing. Why?"
"My parents are like the sea and the ship. The ship is stern, sturdy. The sea is wild, unpredictable. And there is one thing in common with them that brings them together."
His eyebrows furrow as he questions what I'm saying.
"An anchor. The anchor brings the ship and the sea together. Once the anchor reaches the sea bottom, the ship isn't going anywhere. They are connected."
"So what is their anchor?" He asks as we look at them. They exchange a loving glance and a quick peck on the lips while they move to the music.
"Love."
A big smile overtakes his face as realization hits him.
"Two total opposites can become one as long as they have something that holds them together. They have to have an anchor." I explain.
"An anchor." He repeats, taking my hand in his and giving it a squeeze. He lays back against the tiles of the roof and watches the stars and I feel the chaos of my heart anchor to the calmness of his eyes and for that moment, we are one.
***Present Day***
"So how is good old California?" Mom asks. She's decided again to rearrange the living room and I'm helping push couches around.
"I don't think much has changed, Ma." I grumble as I strain to move the 5,000lb faux leather sofa around and across the carpeting.
"Diana said Tommy had been working out there a bit."
I shake my head. "Tom." I correct her. The people around here obviously don't understand just how famous Tom has become.
"Have you seen him there?" She asks, fluffing some pillows as I attempt to become She-Hulk and move the other couch on my own.
"Once." I answer back.
***2011***
"I'm not seeing this movie." I tell my best friend Marie as we stand outside at a Redbox kiosk.
