Evan Peters As Andy Warhol Novels & Stories

“I didn’t know you had this kind of desire within you.” Evan’s cheeks reddened, and at that moment, I held in the urge to pinch them. Why was he so cute? “Well, it also serves as a great disguise,” he said. “Let’s go?” I nodded, and with that, the two of us walked side by side. He carried Andy as we explored the mall. We entered every single shop Andy pointed at, and it seemed Evan was serious about being Andy’s genie. As we walked, we were given free samples of freeze-dried strawberries by a nice old lady, and Andy seemed to like it a lot. His eyes brightened as he munched on them.

His eyes narrowed, Evan patted his shoulders. “We haven’t decided on that yet,” Evan answered for me. I looked up to him, seeing his face relaxed and unbothered by the amount of attention we’re getting, even from the people inside the building. “I’ll hold you to that man.” Art pressed Evan’s shoulder. “Enjoy your evening then.” He excused himself to greet a few more personalities who he invited to this exhibit. “Are we good?” Evan leaned down so only I could hear him as we sauntered deeper into the gallery, admiring each photograph of life’s frozen moment.

Evan asked, returning the look with one of sincere questioning. "Look," Andy said, still frozen in his work, "I don't know much about Elkshire. I'm not a Kingsmen and I'm not a historical expert, Evan; I'm just well read. So, if you want to know more, like I said, you'll have to ask Hollis." Evan nodded and offered him a small smile. "Thanks, Andy," he said with a wink before he turned to go. "Come on, Lunus. We're leaving."