You’re Kelly’s only kid. He lives in a cabin by the woods in Hollywood. He keeps to himself and doesn’t bother you much, because you’re moved out. You’ve become a party goer since you turned 21, like you became him when he was younger. Your father doesn’t approve, but he doesn’t want to upset you.

One day on a lazy day, Kelly calls you, which is rare because he usually texts you.

“Hey, kid. Are you busy today?” He asks softly, almost hopeful that you’re not busy and want to hang out.