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Wheelsy AU ~ Phonecall 1

Starla tapped her fingers on the counter and held the phone tucked next to her ear. It was clean, and neat, but not exactly the color she'd wanted for her kitchen. She'd have to see if the rental agreement would let her change the counters to something lighter, something less black marble and more wood perhaps? A light pine? Regardless, it was something to think about while the phone rang.

And rang.

And rang.

Of course Bill wasn't home, it was the middle of the day over on that coast! Why had she thought he might be? She nibbled a lip and heard the distinctive rattle of the answering machine getting ready to click over. All the money the government had thrown at Wheelsy to get it rebuilt from it's 'natural disaster' and Bill still hadn't upgraded to a better machine. "You still have a tape, Bill?" she laughed when it finally clicked on. "Still? Haven't I been telling you to upgrade since before I came out here? What happened to the one I got you for Christmas? I eve put a nice recording on it for you!" He was still Bill. Ever, and always, Bill.

"Anyway, that part I told you about? I got it! Not even an understudy, isn't that great?" She was beaming ta her kitchen, a bright, accomplished smile. "It's just like I dreamed back when we were little!" Oh, click, message ended. Oh she hadn't even...

...right, dialing back, listening to the rings. "Sorry about that. You need a better machine Bill! Anyway, I was wondering if you could get the 15th and 16th off next month? I've been saving a bit and I do still need an escort to the premier of our movie. Call me back alright?"

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"It doesn't matter if you stick out Bill, what matters is that it's the premier of our movie. It's our story," Fi8ctionalized of course, but hey, still an important thing. "You have every right to be here no matter what people say."

Our movie.

Bill still wasn't so excited about them having a movie. The only reason he was onboard at all was because of Starla's involvement with it.

Still, she was inviting him. And hell, he could never say no to her.

"There gonna be a lot of cameras an' folks askin' questions?"

"Well, it's a premier Bill, not exactly the whole red carpet but close! We just lift our noses and walk past, or give a no comment if we get annoyed!" She laughed, shuffling stuff around on her end.

And it was...cathartic. And got the information out to the public in a way that they understood! It was important! "You'll look good in a suit Bill!"

"Of course I'd look good, I just don't like all them flashbulbs an' cameras in my face."

Opening the fridge, he pulled out a beer and the hiss of the cap matched the sound of his sigh of giving in.

"I guess I could swing some time off. Dave owes me a favor, so he'll probably be alright takin' on a few extra hours t'cover."

"Two days, I promise, I got you a flight already and all." Which would have been her next argument if he said 'No'. Money spent was a great motivator. "Fly in, lunch, premier, a night at my apartment, and I get you home before midnight the next day!"

"That sounds like a plan." He grinned.

"Wait... who's payin' for all of this? Because I'm not lettin' you spend all that on me."

"Already spent Bill, and it's my money either way!" she laughed. "I'll spend it as I like and what else would I spend it on anyway?"

"Starla... "

Shaking his head and smiling, Bill pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat down.

"Fine. But I'm gettin' lunch an' any other meals we eat while I'm there."

Just to be fair.

"You think I suddenly don't know how to cook?" She laughed, the noises on her end settling down as well. "Hollywood hasn't spoiled me that much Bill! I can still feed a sheriff properly." That might or might not be a 'okay'?

"Besides, I'm landing you in a spot with getting a suit!"

"'Course not, I just didn't wanna assume I'd be gettin' dinner from a movie star."

He laughed, hearing her better now that the shuffling was done.

"A suit, suit? Or a tux?"

One he could manage, the other... they might need to do some shopping.

"I'm still a person Bill, just like you remember, bodyguard or no." She laughed cheerfully. "I'm still sore about that by the way." She'd wanted him as a bodyguard!

"Whichever you want Bill. Both will look good I guess and I'm wearing a nice dress? I won't force you to wear something you don't want though!" Down the hall Clarice's door opened. See he was on the phone she just waved cheerfully as she bopped into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

"An' I'm still sorry."

He really was, but there wasn't any way he could just leave Wheelsy. Especially in the state it was.

"Alright. I guess I'll-- " The movement caught his attention, and he looked and saw Clarice. Switching the phone to his other ear, Bill cleared his throat and kept talking. "I guess I'll surprise you, then."

"I'll talk you around one of these days Bill, just you wait." Because, well, being out of Wheelsy could only be good for him right? "And I look forward to you surprising me! If I'm lucky we don't clash huh?"

Toooothbrushing...and if her ears didn't lie to her, well...Bill had a date! Gleeful look? Gleeful look indeed!

"Well y'wont have t'talk me into headin' out there if you're gonna be comin' back here, right?" He chuckled.

"But you're draggin' me out this time. I'll do my best not to embarrass you."

"Yeah, but a lot easier to motivate you now, get you used to the idea of bodyguarding and all." Starla teased "You would know how to embarrass me Bill, we've known each other too long, but I figure you won't trot out the baby stories if I don't embarrass you first."

Hmmm, how did a girl with a toothbrush in her mouth communicate with the guy on the phone? Clarice thought a moment then held up her hands, fingers crooked so together they made a heart. Sweetheart on the phone?

"Who needs a bodyguard in Wheelsy?"

Seeing Clarice, Bill felt his features heat, and he ducked his head.

"An' I said I wasn't gonna embarrass you. Y'don't gotta worry."

"I might!" Naturally! Hollywood starlets were hard to come by in Wheelsy! Plus, well, a bit of protection was nice in Wheelsy. "I won't hold you to it because it might be my fault you know."

Ohhhh, that was a blush! Totally a date! Time for a double thumbs up and a grin around the clamped toothbrush.

"Should I be askin' you t'promise not to embarrass me, then?"

The thumbs up only made it worse, and Bill waved Clarice away.

"Because I'm gonna be real upset if that's the reason you're gettin' me dressed up in a monkey suit, Starla."

Clarice grinned and ducked back into the bathroom. She'd grill him when he was off the phone!

"I'm getting you out here to see what I've been working on Bill. Don't you try to think on any other conspiracies!"

"Alright, I guess I'll be there, then."

He was at it again with the blushing, this time at the thought of going out to see Starla.

"It'll be nice t'see you again."

"I've missed you too Bill. I don't think I'm going to let you sleep at all for talking!" About a lot. She'd found a shrink, she needed to talk. "It must be getting late there though. You're three hours ahead!"

It was strange how good hearing she missed him made him feel, but it did.

Smile warm and pleased, Bill didn't care about the clock at all.

"I just got home, so it's alright. Be up watchin' Sports Center or somethin'. You probably got a day ahead of you, though. Big actress an' all, so if you gotta go I'll let you."

"Bill, you gonna make me act like a highschooler again, staying up late on the phone?" She chuckled softly, regaining her own drawl slowly. She'd been working on not sounding quite so small town while acting. "We do that too long and your momma gonna yell up the stairs at you."

And since Bill seemed to be dragging things out, well, Clarice was going to take a late night shower?

"Now there's the Starla I know," he said when he heard her accent creeping back in.

"An' I'll have you know I always went to bed at a reasonable hour in school. Education's important."

He did feel a bit like a teenager again, but acting this way now made up for back then, when he didn't get this kind of thing with her.

"I also offered t'let you go, so if we keep talkin' late it's your fault." You could hear the grin in his voice, and he didn't even notice the bathroom door closing on Clarice.

"'Course, if you called a bit more often I might not hang onto the phone so long, either."

"Now that, Bill, is a lie. I distinctly remember being up to all hours with you on the phone and your momma loud enough to hear over the line!" Starla laughed, knowing those nights were usually the ones when she called late at night because her daddy had been drunk and it was best not to sleep then...

...still, he'd been up!

"You know you're a busy man Bill, and you best be gettin' some new people working for you soon or you're likely to burn right out! And I'm a busy girl too, Hollywood don't believe much in 'decent hours' and all." She'd call when she could though? "And I get so tired talking to the tape recorder you got!"

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