Those Who Stare Into the Sun

Chapter Seven: The idol

The night where I was going out with Skye and Bonnie came, and we drank some sparkly and got ready together. Bonnie was wearing this stunning red dress and Skye wore a mesh top and leather pants. And I was of course wearing my black jumpsuit, and with it I had my black suede heel boots and a gold necklace. I had my hair in a ponytail and I kept my eye makeup discreet so I could wear my red lipstick.

We met the others at The Flask at 77 Highgate West Hill.

"You know, this is a real good pub", a guy named Lance told me. He was a handsome lodoner, with dark curly hair and a great wide smile. "There are celeberties here all the time."

"Really?" I said, and instantly started looking around. Though I looked back at him, disappointed when I didn't see anyone famous. He stroke me on the back for comfort.

"You want a beer?" he asked.

"Ehm, could I get some bubbly?"

"Sure", he said and ran to the bar.

I looked around and sighed pleasfully. It was a great atmosphere at the pub, and it had this english traditionally decorated interior. As I turned around I saw Bonnie smirking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"I think Lance likes you", she said. "And he's hot, isn't he?"

I looked over at Lance. "How old is he anyway?"

"Twenty-five."

"Oh, no", I said. "It's off."

"Come on!" Bonnie yelled over the loud music. "It's not like you're going to marry him?"

I snorted. I really wasn't interested in meeting younger guys, not even for fun. Sure, Lance was good looking and charming. And he didn't look twenty-five, with the stubble on his chin or his broad shoulders, but as soon as I heard that he was young, I just wasn't interested anymore.

And then I looked around some more, noticed the people sitting all around us. In this corner there were two men. I instantly recognized one of them, and suddenlt felt this warmth inside. He was as undistinguished as always, but that just made him even more cool.

One of my favorite actors of all time, Peter Stormare.

For those of you who doesn't know who he is, he was a swedish actor who actually grew up in a town really close to where I grew up. His biggest part must have been as the russian guy in Armageddon. And that should say enough. 

I had actually met him once, by total coincidence, at this hotel where me and Max spent this romantic night. It was just a normal tuesday and there he was, at this bar with this young girl. At first I was too scared to go and say hello, but after a while I knew that I would regret it if I didn't. Plus I had the time to drink two glasses of champagne before walking up to him. Pot-valor and all that.  

I had loved him since as long as I could remember. I thought that he seemed really genuine, even though he was this real Hollywood celebrity. So I just had to do it.

And he had been so nice. Especially when I told him where I grew up. He started talking about how this decayed old barbeque place there was so much better than this hotel (which was a four star one). And then he asked me all these questions, and we ended up talking to him for five whole minutes. 

I loved him even more after that. It had been really weird though, because it hadn't been that terrifying talking to him as soon as we really started. I even managed to make jokes.

"Here you go, love", Lance said and put the glass in front of me.

"Ssssch!" I automatically hissed at him. He looked at me, a little stunned.