Hollywood Stardust Supporting Roles - Wilson and Giselle by Kim Carmichael

and
took her back inside. “I need to call Logan.”
    “ What do I need to do?” She
kept her face in his chest and clutched his shirt in her
hands.
    “ Stand right here with me.”
He put his hand on the back of her head. “That’s all you need to
do.”
    As he spoke to Logan, Wilson’s voice rumbled
through her. Key words such as damage, unexpected and insurance,
stood out in their conversation. Did every bad thing that ever
happened read from the same script?
    “ All right, we’re going to
wait for Logan to get here.” Keeping her in his arms, he backed up
and leaned against the bar. “Since it already happened, we can
probably wait to call the police or whatever we need to
do.”
    “ I should have thought of
that.” The idea of this coming into their lives made her
shudder.
    Wilson’s phone chimed. “Hold on, I got a
text from Ivy.” He adjusted how he held her.
    At last, she found the strength to look up
at him. “What did she say?” Ivy would make it better. Someone had
to make it better.
    “ With the tabloid and
everything, she said don’t call in any outsiders. She also sent a
list of products, so hopefully we can remove the graffiti
ourselves, and I have some paint from when we first renovated the
building.” He nodded. “Good call.”
    “ I should’ve thought of
that.” She shook her head.
    “ Do you want to stay here
while I run to the hardware store?” In a gentle motion, he smoothed
her hair down.
    “ No, I want to go with
you.” Refusing to let him out of her sight, she clutched his arm.
“Is that all right?”
    “ I always want you with
me.” Still holding her tight, he kissed her forehead.
    “ How can you be so calm?”
As he gathered his wallet and keys, she stayed close by his
side.
    He guided her outside. “Sometimes you have
no choice.”
    She should have thought of that.
    Time crawled, or maybe it didn’t move fast
enough. Still, she almost felt as if she were floating on some
sick, sad cloud as they went through the everyday motions of
driving to the store, purchasing what they needed and driving back,
but this was an extraordinary day, one they would never forget.
Those days, good or bad were always scary snippets that couldn’t be
recaptured, but changed one’s life forever.
    Neither of them spoke much as they set up to
repair the mess.
    She needed to say something, do something,
be of some use other than the basket case that clutched her
boyfriend. This was exactly the woman she didn’t want to turn into.
“Wilson.”
    Before he had a chance to answer her,
Logan’s car sped into the small parking lot.
    Ivy got out first, and as if on automatic,
she and Wilson ran to her.
    Her best friend stared up at the damage.
Giselle could already make out the tears glistening in her
eyes.
    Wilson gave Ivy a hug. “We got what you told
us to. I didn’t call anyone for help like you asked.”
    “ There’s already too much
media attention on us. We’ll fix it.” Ivy shook her head and went
toward the back door. “Let me change, and we’ll get
started.”
    “ Ivy,” Logan called to her,
his voice curt.
    Ivy turned away from him and tilted her
head. “Elle, do you want to snoop in Logan’s closet?”
    At last, she had something she could do
other than stand there stunned. She glanced back at Wilson who
patted her, then ran after her friend. “You don’t have to ask
twice.”
    The two of them made their way up to Logan’s
room. It was a mirror image of Wilson’s, only much more sparsely
furnished, as if this place were more of a rest spot rather than a
permanent landing pad. She sat right down on the floor and pulled
her knees up to her chest “Everything okay with you and Logan?”
    “ Anytime he can’t control
every detail of every situation, he gets really tense, and I’m a
little upset.” Ivy changed out of her vintage chic outfit into a
pair of Logan’s shorts and a white t-shirt.
    “ Wilson has been super
calm.” She shrugged.
    “ That sort of fits