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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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"You say it like it's a bad thing, Starla."

He happened to be very proud of his work ethic, although he did know where she was coming from.

"Well, we did talk 'bout teachin' her football. 'Course, if it turns out she really can lay a lick on someone, I wouldn't wanna be the one gettin' it."

He'd already had his share of football injuries back in high school.

"She could hurt someone? Who is she, GI Jane?" Starla laughed, taken by surprise. She was going through so many mental images at this point, from teenage hitchhiker, to weepy damsel, to built like a brick shit house...

"She's this-- crazy girl."

He laughed and ruffled his hair.

"Not really crazy, of course. But, I dunno, she's got a personality, that's for sure."

"...Bill, you're worryin' me." She said that flat out since, well, crazy girl. Though not really?

"I'm sorry, Starla. Really, it's fine. She's just different, that's all."

He gave a self depreciating chuckle.

"You know me, small town guy, set in my ways. She comes from somewhere outside of Wheelsy an' well, it's all strange an' new out there."

"Boy you're gonna be a bit shy when you come here huh?" She chuckled. "I'll have to take pictures if one 'outsider' can set you on your ear, well, taking you out of Wheelsy is gonna be somethin' to see." Yes, better to focus on that instead of the new girl at Bill's. Yep.

"Well don't you go sellin' tickets or nothin'," he said, embarrassment creeping up.

"It won't be the first time I've ever been out of Wheelsy, y'know. I think I'll manage."

Those trips he took outside of the town were few and far between, though.

And certainly not all the way out to California now were they? "I'd never sell tickets to you Bill, that'd feel dirty."

"Well good, I'm glad t'hear that."

Finishing off his beer, he set the empty bottle down.

"Really though, I know what I'm doin', an' it's nothin' foolish. You don't gotta worry 'bout me, alright?"

"Bill, whenever you say that it's usually time to start worryin'." Starla had to point that out! "But I"ll withhold judgement for now I guess. You're gonna fill me all the way in when you're here though. An I expect picture."

"Oh come on, that ain't true."

The both kind of knew that it was.

"I'll keep you updated, but you want a picture of my houseguest?"

"'Course I do Bill. Gotta know who's takin' advantage of my favorite sheriff don't I?" And to reassure herself that Clarice wasn't a Damsel. Or didn't look like her either, cause that'd be creepy. "You don't want me seein' her?"

"She ain't takin' advantage," in any sense of the word.

"An' of course you can if you wanna, I'll be sure an' bring you a picture."

It'll of course require some explanation, but that's alright.

They had a story for the pink at least!

"So you say Bill, but us women have our ways and we worry." Starla chuckled. "On that note, and seein' as how I think I heard an empty beer bottle, I should let you go."

He laughed and let the issue go.

"Yeah, I guess it is gettin' late," he admitted reluctantly.

"I'll uh, talk to you later?"

"Yep, and change out your machine!" she probably waved cheerfully at the phone as she hung up?

And Clarice was...out of the shower, in PJs, and humming to herself so she didn't hear his phone conversation?

"There's nothin' wrong with my machine." He laughed.

Looking at the phone in his hand after she'd hung up, he ran his thumb along the side of it and gave a soft sad smile.

"Take care of yourself, Starla."

Getting up from the table, he dropped his empty into the trash and took the phone back to the cradle to hang it up.

"So...who is she? Is she pretty? Why isn't she here?" Clarice called the moment she noticed movement through her door. "And..." she drawled, leaning out to look at him, "Why aren't you smiling?"

He about jumped when she spoke up; lost in a wistful fog.

Screwing on a smile, he gave a chuckle to her barrage of questions.

"She's just an' old friend. Livin' out west for right now, an' just checkin' in."

"Ah...yeah. That wasn't the look earlier Bill. You like her and she doesn't live here anymore." Clarice summed up. "And you didn't tell her that before you hung up or something, hence the sad look."

She was good at reading situations? Sometimes. "Was this a missed the opportunity friend or a doesn't feel the same way about you friend?"

"She's just-- we've known each other since we were kids." Which was neither an answer nor a denial.

He went back to the kitchen and pulled himself another beer from the fridge.

"She's makin' movies out in Hollywood. Got a big premier comin' up."

"Ah," yeah, loaded syllable that. "And the loving her part started...when? Toddler age? School kids? College?" She asked, following him into the kitchen and sitting sideways on a chair.

"Ever date her?"

The bottle hissed when Bill twisted it open, and the cap plinked on the tabletop when he tossed it.

Well, this here was something he hadn't thought about when setting up this arrangement. He was used to sulking in silence after his calls with Starla, and now he had a chatty roommate who didn't know his history.

Sitting down at the table, he took a long pull from the bottle and was slow in swallowing it.

"No."

She picked up the bottlecap, then spun it on the table, using it as a manual distraction as she got her thoughts in order. She'd learned to be chatty in the face of brooding from a master brooder, so. It was like free therapy? Creed-style?

Not having dated before was actually...kind of good? It meant it might be easy to work out even without his woman of interest on hand. "Well...do you want to? Right here, right now, do you want to show up on her doorstep and take her out?" Best to understand the facts first?

Of course I do.

He held back the thought, and drowned a sigh with another drink.

"It's complicated."

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