Walton walked down the carpet with a glowing smile. He hopped up and down as he held his dad’s hand, he looked at every camera and every person around him. His eyes lit up as he tugged his father’s hand before pointing

“Look daddy it’s Jennifer Aniston! I haven’t seen her in aaages.”

His dad looked before he gently pushed Walton’s hand down.

“Don’t point buddy, we can go see her after, right now I’m gonna need you to smile at this camera over here.”

“I love pictures!”

“I know buddy. Smile!”

-

“Hey daddy can we go get ice cream?”

Walton skipped around the corner into his father’s bedroom with a grin. He slumped his shoulders when he saw his dad sleeping.

“Daddy it’s noon. Wake up.”

He walked up to the bed and put both hands on his dad’s back, rocking him back and forth.

“Daaaaaddy.”

He frowned when nothing happened so he left the room and walked over to the phone on the counter where he called his mom. His parents had divorced not that long ago so she didn’t live too far away. Maybe she could get him ice cream!

“Hi momma!”

“Hi baby, what are you up to?”

“Will you take me to get ice cream?”

“Why can’t your father do it?”

“Daddy’s sleeping.”

“Baby it’s past noon.”

“I know. I tried to wake him but he wouldn’t budge.”

She went silent for a second before she spoke.

“I’ll come over and wake up your father and then I’ll take you to get some ice cream.”

“Okay!”

“Hi momma!”

“Hi baby, go get your shoes I’ll be out in a minute.”

Walton smiled and hopped down the hall to get his shoes before he heard his mother yell out his father’s name so he went back to investigate.

“No Walton get out of here! Don’t look at him!”

“Why not momma?”

-

“Oh my god are you Walton Creen?”

“I am!”

“I’m so sorry about your father. It must be hard losing a parent.”

He looked at the woman with a blank stare.

“Do you want a picture?”

“No thank you.”

“Oh.”

He watched as she walked away, going back to her day. He kept walking, his backpack slightly sliding down his back as an older lady approached him.

“Hey sweetie where are you going?”

“School!”

He smiled and she chuckled.

“You’re going alone? You seem young.”

“My father used to take me.”

“Where is he now?”

“Heaven.”

“Oh. Well I can walk with you.”

“Okay!”

“What’s your name sweetie?”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ll I mean, what’s your name.”

“You don’t know?”

“No sir.”

“Why not?”

-

Years had passed and Walton found himself downtown. He had started high school and hated everything about it. No one knew who we was and he didn’t know why. Or how!

He walked down the street, dragging himself along as he threw his arms up, the bottle he was holding hitting his arm.

“LOOK AT ME. SOMEONE JUST LOOK AT ME.”

If it weren’t for the fact he was in New York, maybe someone would’ve looked, but no one did. It drove him insane, all he needed was someone to look at him.

“WILL SOMEONE FUCKING NOTICE ME?”

No one had recognised him in years. He had stopped getting acting jobs after his father died, granted, he did look different but that was no excuse for people to ignore him!

“YOU. LOOK AT ME.”

The man turned around in shock and confusion which turned to disgust after he saw who did it. Walton stood sideways with bags under his eyes, the colour had drained from his face, his hair was a mess, his shirt had alcohol down the front of it and he hadn’t even noticed that he was missing a shoe. When did that happen?

“Hey, you’re Walter creek or something.”

His eyes lit up and he nodded, taking his hands off the other’s shoulders.

“You’re that actor’s son, didn’t he die? Overdose?”

“I’m not just ‘that actor’s son’ I’m Walton Creen. You have to know who I am! What movie was I in? What tv show was I in?”

“Look Walter, I don’t know who you are-“

“I was the kid Jennifer Aniston was with in-“

“Guy. The only place I’ve seen you was that sappy ass picture of you in the article after your dad died, and but by the looks of it the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“Do you want a picture?”

“No I don’t want a fucking picture, especially not when you look like that.”

“Oh..”