In the evening, back in Lutz, Andrew and Winona Ryder returned in their car.
Inside the car, Andrew was kissing Winona Ryder, his hand slipping under her shirt unconsciously.
"Andrew," Winona Ryder raised her hand to stop Andrew's hand from moving further up. "We should go rest now."
Worried that Andrew might get the wrong idea, Winona Ryder whispered in his ear, "I've never been in a relationship before. You're my first man."
"Huh?" Andrew was taken aback. Winona Ryder, who had already been in two movies, hadn't dated anyone? "So you're still…"
Winona Ryder nodded, "I didn't have many friends before. Many people insulted me for my looks, calling me a lesbian. Andrew, can we save my first time for a special moment?"
Andrew smiled, rubbing Winona Ryder's stomach. "Of course, that's fine."
"You're so kind," Winona Ryder kissed Andrew again, this time moving his hand to her chest. Feeling the softness in his hand, Andrew responded to the kiss with more passion.
"By the way, when you get new scripts, if you have any doubts, ask me. I'll give you the right advice," Andrew reminded Winona Ryder as they got out of the car.
"Okay," Winona Ryder nodded and then suggested, "How about we go for a picnic tomorrow?"
"No problem. See you tomorrow."
Back in his room, Andrew couldn't believe that Winona Ryder had never had a boyfriend. It was rare for someone to reach eighteen without having had any sexual experience, let alone in the entertainment industry.
With the new week starting, director Tim Burton and lead actor Johnny Depp returned to the set to resume filming.
Andrew's script for American Pie was printed and bound, and he quickly called Tracy Jacobs.
In late July, Tracy Jacobs came to the set and carefully read Andrew's American Pie script.
The story was about four high school boys who, frustrated at being teased for still being virgins, made a pact to lose their virginity by prom night. They tried various methods but found it wasn't as easy as they thought, leading to a series of comedic and interesting events before finally succeeding.
"Andrew, your story feels like it's opening the door to sex comedies. The teenage sexual tension is so palpable," Tracy Jacobs laughed.
"The subject isn't serious, and it's not difficult to produce," Andrew nodded. "It's just a low-budget teen sex comedy, but it will have a market."
In his past life, American Pie was released ten years later and grossed nearly a hundred million dollars worldwide. Now, developing it early, a global gross of a hundred million dollars shouldn't be too hard.
"If the big studios aren't interested, try approaching indie studios like New Line, Carolco, Orion, and Miramax," Andrew suggested.
Tracy Jacobs nodded, putting the script away. "Don't worry, ITA will help you market it. You're wrapping up next week, right?"
"Yeah, six weeks of shooting. My scenes will wrap next week. Do you have any new projects?" Andrew asked.
"Not immediately, but I've arranged an audition for you. Once Edward Scissorhands is released next year, you'll have some experience in films," Tracy said, looking at Andrew.
"But I hope you take this script seriously," Andrew pointed out. "It could attract producers and easily become a series."
"Okay," Tracy Jacobs thought for a moment and asked, "Are you with Winona Ryder now?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I'm not prying into your personal life, just reminding you that Winona Ryder has some fame. Do you know how much Batman has grossed now?" Tracy Jacobs held up two fingers. "Over 200 million dollars in North America. Tim Burton's new project Edward Scissorhands is getting a lot of attention. As the lead actress, Winona Ryder's fame will only grow!"
Andrew's mouth twitched. "Tracy, you're not suggesting I create a publicity stunt, are you? There's no need for that. The American Pie script is just a start. I'm already planning a second script. Focus on marketing this one," Andrew said, referring to the script. "This script should catch the eye of producers and easily develop into a series."
"Okay," Tracy Jacobs shrugged. "I'm just making a suggestion. You're new, and exposure is crucial now."
Andrew decided to motivate Tracy Jacobs to push the script harder. "The American Pie script needs four male and four female leads. ITA could package it as a project and sell it to major studios."
Tracy Jacobs glanced at Andrew. "We need to analyze the script first."
Andrew saw Tracy's skeptical look. "Don't even think about it. I won't play any of the roles. I'm not comfortable with that."
"Not comfortable? You're an actor! What's there to be uncomfortable about?"
Andrew shook his head. "I don't want to appear in this kind of movie. Let other young dreamers have the chance. You know I majored in film production and screenwriting. I'm okay with being an assistant producer."
"Alright, I'll take the script back for analysis," Tracy Jacobs didn't expect Andrew not to be solely focused on acting. Hollywood never lacked actors. However, Tracy couldn't have high expectations for a newcomer's script.
Andrew saw Tracy Jacobs off the set. "If you have any questions about the script, call me anytime."
"Got it. See you in Los Angeles," Tracy Jacobs said as she left.
Watching her leave, Andrew sighed. His role in Edward Scissorhands wasn't significant. Even if it succeeded, it would only add to his resume without greatly boosting his fame.
Now, Tracy Jacobs' main focus would be on Johnny Depp.
"Hopefully, they'll give the script some attention…"
In the evening, Winona Ryder came to find Andrew to go out for dinner together. "Did you hand over the script to your agent?"
Andrew nodded. "Just not sure if they'll take it seriously."
After dinner, they went to the grassy area by Lake Lutz. Florida has many forests, lakes, and wetlands. Hillsborough County has countless scenic lakes and forests!
Andrew lay on the grass, his head resting on Winona Ryder's lap, enjoying the gentle evening breeze and the beautiful sunset over the lake.
"Andrew, why didn't you go drinking with Depp?" Winona Ryder asked, stroking Andrew's hair.
"Ah, that guy has too many vices. Besides drinking, he's heavily into marijuana," Andrew said, opening his eyes and looking at the beautiful face above him. He advised her, "That stuff may relieve stress, but it's not good for you. You should avoid it. It makes you age faster, slows your thinking, and is generally harmful to both your body and mind."
Since Winona Ryder wasn't with Johnny Depp, that was good. It meant she wasn't picking up any bad habits.
"Haha, a lot of people who love rock music are like that," Winona Ryder said with a smile and kissed Andrew on the lips. "I know."
Johnny Depp liked rock music and often played his guitar, which everyone in the crew knew.
"Anyway, just stay away from it. That stuff can make people spaced out and stupid," Andrew said, realizing that after filming, he saw that someone like Johnny Depp might look glamorous in public, but his private life was a mess.
Moreover, Andrew had heard that Johnny Depp's friends, River Phoenix and Keanu Reeves, had similar lifestyles: alcohol, drugs, and women, non-stop.
"I know, but I heard you say you weren't like this in school before. Was it because you took time off?" Winona Ryder asked softly.
Andrew sat up. "More or less. Now that I don't have any family, I need to keep a clear head to succeed!"
Winona Ryder smiled slightly, leaning on Andrew's shoulder, and gently reminded him, "You don't need to rush so much now. Take it slow. Many people haven't participated in any projects at 20. Your scenes wrap up next week. Are you going straight back to Los Angeles?"
"Yeah, I'll go back, write scripts, and continue auditioning," Andrew said, realizing that acting paid well.
"Okay, I'll probably have to shoot for another half month after you leave," Winona Ryder nestled into Andrew's arms. "When I'm done, I'll go to Los Angeles to find you. If you like, we can go to Petaluma in Sonoma County, California. There are many redwood trees, and the scenery in autumn is beautiful. It's where I used to live."
"The North Bay of San Francisco?" Andrew smiled.
"Yes, I studied acting at a drama academy near San Francisco."
"Hmm," Andrew kissed Winona Ryder on the lips, and they lay on the grass, enjoying the kiss.
After the kiss, Andrew, still wanting more, suggested, "Honey, tomorrow is the weekend. Let's not go back tonight, shall we?" implying not to return to the accommodation arranged by the crew.
Winona Ryder looked at Andrew and nodded. "Okay, where should we go..."
At night, in the suite of the Tampa Marriott, Andrew sat on the bed, watching Winona Ryder come over after a bath, dressed in a sexy slip.
"Andrew, do you like it?" Winona Ryder twirled around.
"Of course I do," Andrew pulled her onto the bed and caressed her face, her deep-set features combined with elegance.
Then, Andrew took the initiative to kiss Winona Ryder, and soon, her slip dress and underwear were tossed onto the floor.
Winona Ryder held Andrew tightly as he lay on top of her, her pained expression soon giving way to relaxation, her nails leaving marks on his back...
In the morning, the sea breeze from Tampa Bay flowed into the room with the sunlight, and the two of them woke up almost simultaneously.
"Andrew," Winona Ryder, now a woman, kissed Andrew on the face. "It's a beautiful day."
Andrew smiled and caressed her chest. "Tampa Bay is next to the Gulf of Mexico, unlike Miami, which faces the Atlantic Ocean's storms and tsunamis."
"Later, let's go to the amusement park near the pier," Winona Ryder suggested.
"Do you still have the energy?" Andrew joked, flipping over to kiss her again.
After expending their morning energy, Winona Ryder finally gave in.
"Honey, carry me to the shower," Winona Ryder said weakly, lying on Andrew's chest. "No more."
"Alright," Andrew carried her to the bathroom. "After that, we can go to that French restaurant again. You said their steak was good last time."
"Okay, I am a bit hungry," Winona Ryder smiled. "I noticed you don't like cheese or butter, and you don't even look at hamburgers."
As they soaked comfortably in the bathtub, Andrew continued, "I'm not picky about food, but I'm not interested in high-sugar, high-fat foods."
Winona Ryder laughed and shook her head. "You're too picky. I'll learn to cook if I get the chance."
"Haha, no need," Andrew raised an eyebrow. "I can cook myself. I'm just too lazy sometimes."
"Really?" Winona Ryder turned to hug Andrew's neck. "Dear, did you learn this after your parents ..."
"Uh," Andrew was stunned for a moment. Women are indeed sentimental; this was his inherent skill.
"Sort of," Andrew nodded reluctantly.
"From now on, I'll be your family," Winona Ryder said, kissing Andrew again...