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Holdingup my hands,Ishake my head. “Idon’t,Iswear.Ihave a publicist who tells me if there’s anything that needs a statement.Otherthan that, my team doesn’t tell me anything.”
“Andyou never go to the grocery store?”Shesounds shocked.Iguess it is kind of shocking how different my life is from hers.Fromanyone with a normal life.
Scrunchingmy face,Ishake my head. “Honestly, no.Thatmakes me seem like an asshole, doesn’t it?Iprobably haven’t been to a grocery store in at least three years or more.Peoplenotice me, and it can get kinda awkward.”
“Meetingyour adoring fans is awkward?Howterrible for you!”Sherolls her eyes at me, but she’s still giving me that big smile of hers.
“Look, don’t get me wrong.I’mgrateful for every single one of my fans.Everysingle person who buys a ticket to one of my movies or pays to stream it.Basicallyanyone who doesn’t find some way to steal it on the internet.ButwhenIhaven’t showered,I’mwearing sweatpants, and buying toilet paper,Icould pass on meeting them at that exact moment.Isn’tthat allowed?”
Hereyes narrow on me. “I’llallow it.Whatcolor sweatpants?”
“Gray.Why?”
“Thedrawstring kind with the elastic ankles?”
“Yeah.Whyare you so interested in my sweatpants?”
“Noreason.”
Hourspass just like that.Meand her talking, shooting the shit back and forth about everything and nothing.
Selena’slaughing at somethingIsaid when we hear a scratchy megaphone call out my name.Ittakes another hour after that for them to figure out what’s wrong and try to get us out.
Thenit’s time to go.OnlyI’mnot sureI’mready to say goodbye to this elevator just yet.
Orthis woman.
chaptersix
selena
Iwas starting to think we were going to be trapped in this elevator for days.AndmaybeIdidn’t hate the idea of being trapped in an elevator withJacksonWatersfor a while longer?
Everythingchanges when we hear his name called out over a megaphone.We’vebeen pretty calm in the elevator waiting to be rescued.Jacksonkept me calm.Butonce we know people are outside trying to find a way in, it feels urgent.
Westop talking about whatever random stuff crosses our minds and only talk about getting out.
“Mr.Waters?Standback.We’regoing to try to pry the door open.”
Jacksonstands up and moves to sit next to me at the back of the elevator.
“Jackson?”
“Yeah?”
“Willyou hold my hand?”
“Sure.”
Hereaches out and presses his fingers between mine and then squeezes my hand tightly.Hishand is warm and so much bigger than mine that his fingers reach up the back of my hand to my wrist.
“It’sgoing to work.”
“Howcan you be sure?”
“BecauseI’mtoo pretty to die trapped in an elevator?”
Myeyes dart to meet his, andIlaugh.Ican’t help myself. “That’sprobably true.ButIwould absolutely watch thatETrueHollywoodStory.Iwould watch the hell out of it.”
