Starburst (48 page)

“It’s nine o’clock. Are you two going to sleep all day?”
she asked, and opened the dark curtains to let the beautiful sun shine in.

Alley squinted her eyes and moaned, and Trevas had to
hold on to the covers to keep her from kicking them off. She rolled over and threw
her arm over him to snuggle up with him, and he shook her.

“My mom is in here,” he told her, and she opened her
eyes.

“Good morning Alley,” Kay said happily.

“Good morning Kay,” she replied, rubbing her eyes and
sitting up a little to look at her. “What time is it?”

“Nine and we are going to go do some sightseeing. Do
you guys want to come?”

“Are you crazy? We’ll just stay in bed,” Alley
answered and then looked to Trevas. “Did you want to go Trevas?” she asked a
little late.

“No I wanted to go visit my grandparents.”

“I would rather do that too,” Alley agreed, not
wanting to be chased by paparazzi all day.

“Peyton made breakfast, come down and eat with us,”
Kay said and left them.

Alley started to get up, and Trevas threw her back to
the bed. “Don’t leave me,” he said holding her hands down with his.

“I have to pee,” she smiled, and he kissed her.

Trevas pulled on his jeans and was putting his shirt
on when Alley came out.

“I didn’t want you dressed yet,” she said placing her
still naked body against his. He embraced her, and ran his hands down her tight
little butt and moaned.

“I think you may just be a nymphomaniac,” he whispered
to her neck.

“I am not; I have gone three or four days without it
lots of times.”

“You’re full of shit, the only time you ever go three
or four days is when you are on your period, and even then we end up doing
something to satisfy your need.”

“So, are you telling me that you’re unable to keep up?
Because if you are, I am sure I can find a substitute, or maybe I should just
replace you with someone with superman libido or something.”

Alley screamed when he tossed her to the bed and
jumped on top of her and tickled her until she was begging him to stop.

“Take it back,” he said tickling her just above her
hip bones as she tried to get his hands off of her.

“I take it back,” she screamed in agony.

“Tell me, I am the only lover you will ever have, and
I have a superman libido.”

“I can’t say all of that.”

Trevas started tickling her again, and she screamed.
“Okay, okay.”

“Say it.”

“You are the only lover I will ever have.”

“And?”

“And you have a hard on,” she teased.

“I do not.”

“You do, my love. I can feel it.”

“That’s because of your sexy naked ass, thrashing
beneath me.”

“You were tickling me. I couldn’t help it.”

Trevas kissed her and forced her mouth open with his tongue
and used his other hand to free himself. Alley moaned and arched her back as he
moved into her. Trevas made slow adoring love to her, and they found their
freedom together.

“I love you,” Trevas whispered to her lips.

“I…love…you…too.” She said with a kiss in between each
word.”

They all attended the first showing on Sunday night,
and it was the first time that Alley had seen the finished movie as well. She
actually hated watching herself and thought her voice sounded funny on screen. Trevas
loved it. He loved her in it and couldn’t believe how she just fell right into
the role of this girl who had one hell of a child hood, and all of the things
that she endured in her short life span.

All of them were on the edge of their seats the whole
time. Alley was more interested in the reaction of the people watching the
movie. She looked around when they would laugh, jump, gasps and any other
emotion. Trevas held her hand in the dark theater and couldn’t help but be
filled with joy over his little evil princess doing this, and how awesome she
was at it.

*****

“Alley, your stylist is here,” Peyton called up to her
on Monday afternoon.

Alley came down and told her mom and Kay to go first.
She still didn’t want to do this whole red carpet thing, but had quit trying to
get out of it. She knew she wasn’t going to, and just wanted it over with.

Trevas, Kevin and Don all left to get haircuts and
didn’t come back until almost time to leave.

All three of the guys had to pick up their jaws when
they opened the door to see their women.

Peyton had on a black sparkling evening dress with
black pantyhose, black heels and the back of her dress was open all the way
down. She wore diamond jewelry and had her hair pinned tightly up.

Kay wore a beige dress with a low cut V, matching
heels and her hair too, was pulled up neatly with soft dangling curls.

Alley of course was the most stunning one of the
three, or at least Trevas thought so anyway. She had on a long red gown and the
front of it went well below her breast. The material barely covered her nipples,
and she was showing more than enough cleavage. The right side was split all the
way to her hip, and down the left side of her ribs the dress was put together
with crisscrossed black ribbon that showed her skin all the way to her hip and
the ribbon hung down in two strands at the bottom. Her stilettos were at least
three inches and were all black with a red heel. She of course wore her hair
down and the stylists curled big lose curls throughout it and parted it on the
side.

Chase drove the limousine and Trevas sat across from
Alley dressed in a black suit and couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She nervously
jiggled her foot crossed over her leg and chewed her black nail polish.

“Stop it Alley,” he smiled at her.

“I can’t, I don’t want to do this.”

“You did it in Spain, and you were awesome. It isn’t
going to be any different,” he tried to assure her.

“It is too, and you know it.”

“Trade me places Don,” Trevas requested, and they
switched places so that Trevas could sit next to her and hold her hand.

Kay and even Peyton could hardly contain themselves as
they got closer and could see all of the people lining the streets. Kay had
never seen so many people in her life.

Chase pulled to where they were escorted out, and
Trevas stayed in the car with Alley while they waited for her Q.

“Stop fidgeting baby. You’re going to be fine.”

“No I am not. I am going to get sick and puke or fall
down in these ridiculous shoes.”

“You are not going to get sick, and you are not going
to fall.”

“They’re ready for her Trevas,” Chase called, through
the car speakers.

“Give us two minutes,” he called back.

Trevas moved back in front of her and took both of her
hands. “I love you so much, and I am so proud of you for doing this. You made
it baby. This is it, the last time you ever have to do this.” He kissed her
lightly, careful not to mess up the luscious red lipstick.

Chase opened the door and took Alley’s hand and helped
her out of the car. She almost fainted at the site of the crowd. She was coaxed
over and over by her publicist to make sure she smiled, but she couldn’t, no
matter how much she tried, and then she relaxed when she saw her dad getting
ready to take the carpet as well.

He smiled at her and took her hand. “Hi, baby,” he
said, and embraced her letting her know that he was right there with her.

“Hey dad, am I ever glad that you were the director
now,” she said, hugging him back and it sounded like a million bug zappers with
all of the cameras going off.

“I’m right here with you and you look beautiful.”
Fletcher took her hand, and they began the dreaded walk. “Smile,” he whispered,
and she smiled a fake smile.

They neared a TV, station crew, and she noticed that
Jerrod Jackson was just in front of her making his way down the line answering
questions for the reporters.

“Nicholas and his daughter, the star of the show have
just walked up, and we are happy to announce that we here at EZ Magazine are
the first to speak with the two. Mr. Fletcher what was it like directing your
own daughter?”

“Actually it was very easy, we know each other pretty
well, so it wasn’t like dealing with someone that you haven’t worked with. I
didn’t have to worry about pushing too much or offending her with the wrong
words.”

“And Alley what would you add to that?” she asked
Alley, holding the microphone to her now.

“I would add that he offended me a lot,” she said, and
her dad smiled down at her and the reporters laughed.

“Alley, your dress is gorgeous, whose is it?”

“Damn,” she replied. “I was told I would be asked this
question, and I was told whose dress it is. If I remember before the night is
over, I will get back with you.”

“Mr. Fletcher, do you see any more films in your
future with your daughter?”

Fletcher thought briefly before speaking. “My next
movie is about a fifty year old female, bank robber so I really don’t think
Alley would fit into it to well, I would however; love to work with her again.”

“And Alley do you have any plans for what you will do next?”

Alley would have loved to say yes, she was getting the
hell out of Hollywood, but twisted her mouth to the side instead. “I do not
have any definite plans at the moment. I am just going to relax a little after
all of this and breathe.”

They continued to make their way through the reporters
and down the red carpet. Alley was given a black sharpie pen and made her way
down the row of people, just behind Jerrod Jackson. They both signed autographs
for the screaming fans. It was still more than she could take in, but she
managed to make her way down the carpet, and then stood in front of the Press
wall with a picture of her and Jerrod Jackson in army camouflage, holding
machine guns with serious expressions.

She stood by his side, and he wrapped his arm around her
waist, and she did the same as they stood and posed for the numerous amounts of
photos.

“How are you holding up?” Jerrod asked.

“I could use a big fat one right about now,” she joked,
and he laughed which caused her to laugh and lighten up a little.

They continued to make their way to another crowd
waiting for a press conference. She sat between her dad and Jerrod Jackson at a
long table. Two other soldiers that played with them as their close comrades
were seated next to Jerrod.

They each had a microphone, and a glass of water in
front of them and the first question was of course for Alley. She listened and
had no clue what the Spanish speaking reporter tried to ask in English.

“Puede que usted pida en español?” she asked him to
speak in Spanish, and he did and then she translated.

“His question was what it was like working with Jerrod
Jackson, and if there are any awe ha moments form the film that I cherish.”

She answered him in Spanish first and then translated
for everyone else. “I loved working with Jerrod Jackson, and I think he is
awesome and does fantastic work, as far as one awe ha moment, I would have to
say that it is this, right here. This is crazy and so much to take in.”

The next question was for Jerrod, and he was asked if
he was aware that the two of them had been nominated for best kiss and what he
thought about it.

“Um…” he stumbled, not sure how to respond.

Alley pulled her microphone down and looked at him.
“He’s speechless, kissing me seems to do that,” she joked.

“She’s right, but yeah we should win that award,” he
agreed, laughing at her.

Alley was asked if she agreed.

“Yeah totally,” she said laughing, and shaking her
head.

The questions lasted for twenty minutes, and they were
led away again to another area sat up for her and Jerrod to answer more
questions.

They sat on the two tall stools and were asked pretty
much the same questions over and over and she was never so glad to finally make
it to Trevas and her waiting family.

Alley was intrigued by the decorations inside and
thought that the portraits of the real life war heroes were a delightful touch.
The tables were decorated in army green with camouflaged napkins.

Trevas smiled when he saw her finally making it to
them. He smiled even bigger when he saw her carrying her shoes and noticed her
black painted toenails walking toward them.

“Please put your shoes on,” Peyton begged.

“Um…hell no,” she replied. “I can’t wear them for one
more second.”

Trevas wanted more than anything to wrap his arms
around her and couldn’t wait until he didn’t have to worry about it anymore,
and Fletcher would shut up about it.

“Can we go now?” she whispered to Trevas.

“You better ask your dad. I’m not sure how all of this
works.”

“We’ve been here for two hours.”

Fletcher walked over and grabbed her shoulders and
kissed her on the head. “You make me the proudest father on earth,” he said,
“now please put your shoes on,” he too begged.

“Dad can we leave now?” she wanted to know, ignoring
the shoe comment.

“This party is for us. Why do you want to leave?”

Alley tilted her head. “Because I don’t want to mingle,
and be around all of these people that I don’t know or like.”

“Alley you really should stick around. This could be
the place where you get your future role.”

“Let’s go Trevas,” she demanded. “If that is all I
need to stick around for, then I am out of here. My future role ends right here
tonight,” she commanded.

Trevas waved for Chase, and he brought over her bag.
Trevas handed it to her and told Chase to have a car ready for them in fifteen
minutes. He handed Alley her bag, and she looked at him confused.

“What is this?” she wanted to know.

“It is your favorite pair of sneakers, your favorite
holy jeans and your favorite old ratty, Mellow Yellow t-shirt,” he replied with
a smile.

“I could freaking kiss you right now,” she told him,
returning the smile.

“Oh no, you couldn’t,” Fletcher said taking a step
toward Trevas to make sure that she didn’t do that.

She rolled her eyes at him. “I’m going to change,” she
said and disappeared to the bathroom.

Chase led them out and Trevas climbed in the back of
the black SUV with Alley. She scooted right next to him, not caring about the
cameras flashing through the windshield.

“Please get rid of the papz,” Trevas told Chase, and
he stepped on the gas and took several side streets and lost the following cars
in a parking lot, where he stopped and turned off the lights briefly.

“You can just get out now,” Alley teased, liking the
idea of being in a dark parking lot with Trevas.

“Ha, ha, you were right Trevas, she is pretty funny,”
Chase replied sarcastically.

Chase pulled into another parking lot and Alley again
looked confused when he parked.

“Is that my car?” she asked as Trevas hit the unlock
button causing the lights to blink and the security to beep as he unlocked the
doors.

“Come on,” he told her opening the door for her.

“Trevas what are you doing? Where are we going?”

“Thanks Chase,” Trevas said, and Chase pulled out to
head back for the rest of their party.

“Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?”
she asked again, noticing the bags in the back seat.

“I am taking you away for a whole week, and then we
are going back to your moms, and then I am taking you away again to Utah.”

“Where are you taking me now?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Trevas drove for almost three hours, and Alley didn’t
care where they were going. She was just so excited not to be doing any more
interviews, wearing frilly dresses, and hiding from the papz. She sang loudly
to Christina Aguilera, Maroon 5, Pink and everyone else from her MP3 player,
blasting through the car speakers.

“I am starving, and I have to pee,” she finally
started to whine, wanting to get there already.

“Can you hold it for ten more minutes?” Trevas asked,
and she groaned.

Finally, he started up a dirt path that was barely a
road and followed it for almost three miles as she watched out the window, and
admired the massive redwood trees that looked like they could touch the sky.

He finally pulled up to a secluded beautiful white
house with glass windows from the top to the bottom. There was an immense deck,
and she could see the hot tub in the corner as she looked up to it.

“Turn around Alley,” Trevas said, holding her hand and
she gasped.

They were up high, and the ocean was right below them
and was breathtaking beautiful.

“Oh my God Trevas, Where did you find this place?”

“Chase told me about it.”

“I love Chase,” she said, walking toward the rocks and
looking down at the ocean crashing below them. “This is amazing.”

“I thought you were hungry, and you had to pee.”

“Not really, I was just getting tired of riding.”