Hollywood Dirt

if he thought he loved her before, that was nothing compared to this.

Plus, no one’s going to shoot a pregnant woman, so push me in front if you feel scared. Everyone in the backseat, stop being babies and get out of the car.”

He was supposed to be Marilyn Monroe, had spent over four hours on a brown paper masterpiece that would have a life of less than twenty minutes.

“We’re doing this,” Summer said patiently, “because Cocky needs a tether ball and we need the supplies to build it.”

“They are going to think we are robbing the place and will shoot us,” Ben said, his hands excitedly clapping. Cole stared at him and wondered why, of all things, that would be said in a gleeful tone.

You ready for this?” Cole asked, a grin on his face.

She reached up, pulling with both hands on the edges of her brown paper bag, her hands adjusting until her eyes were on his, gleaming out from a face with a teardrop tattoo, a blood-red pout, and a nose ring. “Do you even have to ask?”

Cole laughed, tugging down on his own bag, Summer working on it all morning, his dramatic mustache one that twisted and curled, bushy eyebrows on top that would cause his stylist to fall over dead.

Now, I am half of us, Cole and I so in tune, so connected, that I don’t know how I ever functioned alone.

America has also merged us, our two names too cumbersome so we are simply Sole. They call us Solemates, and I roll my eyes whenever it is said but secretly, I love it.

Before Cole, I had never been half of a whole, a pair of two joined so closely that it was hard to see where one personality ended and the other began

But the man was right; our chemistry is what made the movie a success

A hundred million dollar opening weekend. Five hundred million so far worldwide. I don’t know exactly what that means to the bottom line but it made Cole whoop and holler and spin me around until I got dizzy and forced him to take me to bed.

He kind of cringed a little when he delivered the news, his posture stiff, leaning away from me, as if he expected me to hit him. I accepted the gift, of course. Very graciously, I might add.

I’m also getting us lessons, so hopefully, one of us will be able to use the thing. I have no doubt that I will master it first, despite Cole being intimidatingly talented at everything he attempts. Okay, I’ll confess. I already know how to fly it. Justin’s been sneaking me over to Van Nuys when Cole’s been working.