She's yelling but I don't listen. They're dictating everything I'm doing. I just wanted to make a single decision on my own. Is that really such a bad thing? 

No. We had a deal. I'm willingly doing whatever they want me to do with absolutely no complaints and they have no say in who I get to hang out with.

"No." I say into the phone. "I don't care. I'm doing whatever the hell I want as long as I act like your pawn on screen, that was the deal. Or would you like me to commit arson again?"

Dead silence. 

"Adam Jacques Levignée," Father's stern voice rings through my head, "you are to come back to LA and stop this charade this instant."

Usually, this would make me fold. But not anymore.

"No. I will come back to LA when I have to shoot, I am on a holiday right now."

Mother's frustrated sigh can be heard in the background as Father says, "Adam, if you do not,"

I just hang up and block them. I will deal with this in a few days, now I just want to replay the kiss in my mind forever and ever. To count down the minutes until we'll meet again."

I go to bed unbothered by my parents, I'll be their puppet on a string next week. This week I'm myself. 

This week I'm happy.