Thread: Man of the House (celebstars and Pale Moonlight)

David rubbed at his eyes, as they sat back up again. He wouldn't have minded staying there a little longer......with his mother cradling him against her chest. He knew they were clinging to each other right now, each of them trying to help the other through this horrible, awful thing. It was only natural that he'd want his mother to hold him. But.... Something felt.....different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was just the stress of everything that had happened. These last few days had turned them both inside out. Surely, that was the reason. It couldn't be....something else , could it? David looked up, into his mother's eyes. At the way she was struggling to hold it all inside, and putting on a brave front, just for him. The way he could see her love for him, shining through. Even after all they had been through, she looked so....so.... ....so beautiful. He blinked at that....and then shook it off. Of course she was beautiful. She always had been. She was an actress, after all. Her beauty was one of the things she brought to the screen. Why else did he like to watch her movies? Wait.....what? David tried to think that one through. She was talented.... really talented. She'd been nominated for awards....she'd even won a couple. And the roles she took on....she tried to play different types of characters, from sweet to dangerous, and everything in between. He'd seen her as a housewife, as a spy, as a young girl in love, even as a junkie on the streets. But in every role....you saw the character. Not her....not his mother. And yet, somehow...she was always there. Or maybe....that just what he saw. Because he loved her. So when she suggested watching a movie, he grinned. A movie sounds great. I'll make some popcorn, and get us a blanket. It'll be just like old times. He hopped off the couch, and went to the kitchen. He pulled a bag of popcorn out of the cupboard, and tossed it into the microwave, letting it cook while he grabbed the blanket from the hall closet. He handed that to his mother, as he circled back around, just as the popcorn was finished popping. He dumped it all into a bowl, and brought it out to her, and then went to pick a movie for them to watch. And that brought him up short. Which movie? They had hundreds. Part of being an actress. She was always researching roles, getting hints from other actors how to approach a part. So....how to choose? Nothing sad....they couldn't take that, either of them. A comedy? He thought about that....and shook his head. Too much, too soon. An action movie, some kind of thriller? He considered that for a few moments....and decided he just wasn't in the mood. So, what did that leave? He looked back at his mother....and he knew. A Romance. Something light, and sweet. And he knew the perfect one. It was one of his favorites. His mother had really put her best work into it. It was the story of two people, each coming from a bad place in their life.....and finding love together. He wondered how she'd feel, watching one of her own movies....but he knew he could ask her about various scenes, and what had happened while they were filming them. Get her mind off their loss, and on to something she loved. He popped the movie into the DVD player, and went back to the couch, snuggling under the blanket next to his mother. He grabbed a handful of popcorn, and smiled at her. I always thought this was your best one.