Billy snapped his head back around, stared into Elijah's panicked, wide eyes. "Well, what am I not looking at, then?" "Him!!" Elijah hissed, peering over Billy's shoulder. "Him, who...oh!" "Billy, you looked!" "Alright, alright." Billy obediently turned his head and sighed. "I'm not looking. Again, I might add." "God, he's just...whoa." "Do you want me to look or something?" "NO!" Elijah dragged Billy into a corner, furtively looking out into the crowd, ignoring the shouts and bright flashes of the cameras. "You'll scare him off." "He's a wild animal now, is he?" Billy chuckled. "It's a premiere. People show up so other people can look at them." He was still mystified by the concept. "Yes, but he's not everyone." Elijah managed to sound both reverent and needy all at once. "Just because you have all of his movies memorized..." "Bill..." "And all of his horrible CDs..." "Billy!!" "Honestly, I don't see what you're so chuffed about. Russell's band is much better." "Bil-leey!!" "Not like he's the best actor. Bit wooden, if you ask me." "Bil --" "I mean, yes, he's nice to look at, but what's all the fuss about?" "Billy!!!!" "What?" Elijah just gulped and gripped Billy by the shoulders, turning him around to stare into Keanu Reeves' laugh-crinkled eyes. Whoa. Onto The One
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