Chapter Twenty Five- Headfirst Slide into Hollywoodland

Roy had eventually passed out, but he had no awareness of time. He could have fallen asleep the exact moment he woke up, and what woke him up was MacKenzie's nose on his face.

"What are you doing?" Roy mumbled.

"A neighbor down the road came over this morning to ask the girls if they wanted to play for the day," she smiled. "I trusted them to go to their piano lesson after and I'm expecting them home by seven."

"This morning?"

"Yeah it's noon," MacKenzie chuckled. "I figured I'd let you sleep. You needed it."

"Must have been from building the palace."

"Hey they really appreciate that," MacKenzie said as Roy scooted out from under the blankets. "They appreciate you. They don't really have a man in their life."

"If Holger can be called a man," Roy scoffed. Roy wheeled over to the French doors and began to light a cigarette.

"But really. What you did yesterday, you didn't have to. But you did." MacKenzie sat on Roy's lap. She took Roy's cigarette and threw it in the sink.  "Let's build a life together."

"That was a waste of cigarette."

"Let's build a life together," she repeated.

She meant it.

"Let's build breakfast."

"IT'S PAST NOON." She kissed Roy on the lips.

Roy smiled faintly. "You're serious."

"Do I look like I'm fucking joking?"

"Define build a life together."

"Define build breakfast."

"I'm serious."

"I wanna build a life together with you. I wanna share it with you and do something. Together. We can do great things."

"I'm workin at a rat infested diner and you're doing this."

"But I want it to be so we're both doing this."

"So you wouldn't be happy if we were both working in rat infested diners?"

"I'd be happy if we were both streetwalkers."

"You have to walk to do that."

"You know what I mean. And I'm not talking about us babysitting rich kids. I'm talking about living like this. In a big house. With our own kids."

"Babies?"

"Babies," MacKenzie smiled. "And with a pool in the back and more than one bedroom and wine stacked up to the walls. Oh and the house would have an elevator." She held Roy's hands. "I think we can do it together."

"I doubt the elevator part."

"So it'll be a one story. I'd settle for that."

"Would you now?" Roy raised an eyebrow.

"Yes I would now."

"What makes you bring this up?"

"I'm glad you're back in my life."

"Me too," Roy said quietly.

"Hey lets have some fun!" She exclaimed, but didn't answer Roy's question. "Hollywoodland," she said dramatically.

"Don't you think it's a bit dangerous having the girls go to the piano lesson from the neighbors and then back here at night?"

"They know how to survive. They've been through worse..."

"Mm."

MacKenzie took Roy's hand and brought him into the foyer. She looked at the staircase.

"Let's go."

"Let's not."

"Come on I'm here every day, Roy."

"I'm not dragging myself up that fucking staircase Kenzie."

"I know," she said casually, swinging Roy over her shoulder, and he moaned at her effortless way of getting him to do things he didn't want to. She was much better at this than Dahlia. "You haven't explored upstairs yet."

What happened to building a life together.

MacKenzie was giggling, ramming herself into a door and dropping Roy onto the ground. The force caused a very expensive renaissance painting to fall off the wall nearly falling on their heads.

"You probably shouldn't have done that..."

MacKenzie put her hands to her mouth.

"Oh my god."

"Dear lord, Kenz," Roy rolled his eyes.

Luckily the painting, which was of a plump woman decked out on a velvet throne with a bunch of angels, seemed to be unharmed. But what was behind the painting was a rather large safe, still slightly open.

"y'know I brought you up here because I had a surprise but you distracted me when you went handsome."

"Went handsome?" Roy never heard that before.

"I had the whole day planned out after the girls left and then you woke up and I threw that question at you..."

"Building a life together."

"I meant it," she said. "I mean it."

MacKenzie peered into the safe cautiously and her eyes widened.

"What..."

"Oh my god Roy you have to see this."

"Is it a rat? It's a fucking rat. It probably followed them home, it probably-"

"Oh no, it's not a rat," she shook her head, clearly shocked and amused at the same time. She put her arms around Roy and brought him up to the king sized bed, and Roy was astounded to see, not only several large wads of cash, but several large bags of cocaine.

"I had a feeling they were making their money elsewhere..." Roy said quietly.

MacKenzie took out a bag and sat down next to Roy.

"Hey put that back."

"Aren't you curious?" She asked.

"No..."

Considering I still have the bag that Brent gave me...

"What sort of diner has an office smuggling cocaine as bags of flour?"

"Flour?" MacKenzie laughed.

"I was told a part of my job was bagging their flour for their other restaurants."

"Oh my god!" She reached into the bag, pinching a dust full and putting it on the back of her hand. She snorted it delicately.

"Yeah, oh my god..."

And she offered him some, but Roy knew very well he couldn't control himself.

MacKenzie put the cocaine back into the safe and left it still open at bit like it was, and lifted the large painting back on top of it. Roy studied her, and he examined the master bedroom, full of golden tapestries and renaissance paintings, and thick velvet curtains covering the long windows.

She put her hands on her hips and smiled at Roy, peeking her head into the master bathroom, obviously whatever she had planned involved it. She traipsed into the walk-in closet, filled with rows of Peaches' expensive wardrobe.

MacKenzie looked back out at Roy, holding up a nine inch red stiletto shoe.

"Imagine if I walked around wearing these," she laughed.

"I can imagine."

She closed the door to the closet.

"Stop snorting coke!" Roy called.

She opened the door and Roy's eyes widened.

"Uh..."

MacKenzie was wearing nothing but the stilettos.

"Ok this was just for fun. Let's go."

And her idea was sitting in the gold plated bathtub with far too many bubbles drinking white wine and getting handsy. Which Roy felt slightly uncomfortable considering this was neither of their houses, but MacKenzie insisted that Peaches encouraged her to have full use of the house. Whatever made her happy.

MacKenzie lit them both a cigarette. Roy noticed she only smoked socially, if this was considered social.

"So, do you want to?" She asked.

"Do what."

"Build a life together."

"Do we tell someone about the coke in the bedroom?"

"Do you want to go on a road trip with me?" She splashed water playfully at Roy and he grinned.

"Does this have something to do with building a life together?"

"Honestly it might not be in the best context, but my aunt has terminal cancer. She's with the rest of my family in Langdon. I was thinking you could come with me to visit. And after that...I wanted you to take me home."

"Ok first of all where the fuck is Langdon?"

"North Dakota."

"What."

"Yeah! My aunts and uncles. Y'know my dad moved here because he sold soda fountains to restaurants."

"Peculiar," Roy commented. "And you're talkin about home-"

"I want to go to Oklahoma," MacKenzie exclaimed.

"You don't wanna go there," Roy insisted.

"I want to get out of LA."

"I want pizza."

"I like you more than pizza." MacKenzie put out her cigarette. "The one year date of your accident is coming up."

Roy frowned. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Starting over. Moving on."

"I can't move on."

"That's not what I mean, Roy."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I mean lets go make pizza."

He knew he couldn't move on.

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