by Fox, Kim
Connor had turned Brooke Excursions into the number one kayaking company in the state of New Hampshire. The large blue wall in the lobby was covered in awards and acknowledgments. Rebecca often found him standing in front of the wall staring at it with his hands on his hips.
Rebecca had found her place in the mountains as well. She had opened up a small school house to teach little shifters. It was hard for the little bears, wolves and tigers to go to school with ‘normal’ kids. She offered an environment where they were free to phase without any schoolyard repercussions.
It was normal for her now to turn around from the blackboard and see a lion strutting around the classroom. She loved it.
“Where’s your gift Rebecca?” Sidney asked.
“He gets my gift later tonight,” she said with a smirk.
They all giggled around the table, except for Edwin.
“She’s talking about sex right?” Edwin asked.
Rebecca ignored him and leaned into her man, her bear, and kissed him on the lips.
the end
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Chapter One and Two of Starstruck Shifter:
one
“How many times do we have to have this talk?” Mason growled.
“As many times as it takes until you listen to me,” Rich fired back. “Did you check out the mansions that I sent you?”
Mason rolled his eyes and looked out the window of his trailer. The young director was storming around the set yelling at everyone again.
“Look at the mansions,” Rich said. “You’re the only celebrity with tens of millions of dollars in the bank who lives in a shack in the woods. It’s ridiculous.”
“I told you,” Mason said, clenching his jaw. “I like it. My bear likes it.”
“The media makes fun of you,” Rich said while texting something on his phone. “It makes you look bad.”
“And if my bear goes roaming down Beverly Hills, eating from garbage cans. How will that make me look?”
Rich put his phone away and glanced at the fat, gold Rolex on his wrist. “I’m going to give it to you straight Mason.”
Mason rolled his eyes. His agent was always giving it to him straight.
“You’ve peaked,” he said bluntly. “You’re not an A-lister anymore.”
Mason exhaled. He knew that. Mercy Killing Three had been a disaster at the box office. He was filming Mercy Killing Four now and it would probably go straight to DVD. He was typecast as the tough action star and he was getting old. The new blood was coming in and taking the roles that the studios used to throw money and beg him to take.
Mason sighed. “Maybe it’s time to retire.” He could spend his days in the woods like he loved. No more insane LA traffic. No more cameras. It would be nice.
Rich winced like Mason had punched him in the nuts. “Why would you say that? You’re still a draw. We just need to reinvent your image.”
Retirement was looking better every second. He had never wanted to be an actor. Rich talked him into it when he saw Mason in a bar fight manhandling three guys. He set him up with a bunch of auditions and his career had exploded. But that was two decades ago. Now his career was more like a burnt match.
“You need the money remember?” Rich said with a raised eyebrow. “You still need to give those monthly checks. Those poor kids are relying on you.”
Mason eyed his agent. He was a typical shark shifter. Slick as shit with a hell of a bite.
But he was right. He couldn’t retire now. The children did depend on him.
“What do you suggest?” Mason asked, lo
oking at his smiling agent.
“Your image needs a boost,” Rich said, his hands animated. “People want to see celebrities partying on yachts and traveling the world with beautiful women on their arms. You should go to Cannes next month and get some exposure.”
“Cans?” Mason asked. “Like a metal can?”
“No!” Rich said, rolling his eyes. “Not like a metal can. The movie festival in Cannes France. It would be good for you to go. Be seen around.”
Mason exhaled deeply. He hated partying with shallow celebrities. “Pass,” he said.
“Girlfriend,” Rich said moving his hands. This guy was like a ball of energy. He could never stand still.
“Pass,” Mason said. The truth was his bear had been pinning for a mate lately but it wouldn’t be anyone close to who Rich had in mind.
“No pass on this one Mason. It’s important.” He pulled out his vibrating phone, scowled at the screen and shoved it back into his pocket. “You need to be seen around town with a young hottie. Preferably an A-lister.”
Mason sighed.
“I’m not budging on this one,” Rich said. “You look old as shit. You need a girl who just blew out her eighteenth birthday candles to give you some new life. To give your career some new life.”
Mason closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Did he look that old? He had a few gray hairs but he was only forty four.
“I’ll take that pathetic sigh as a yes,” Rich said. He bounced over to the window of the trailer and ripped open the curtains. “Her,” he said pointing at the tall, thin blond at the buffet table.
“No,” Mason gasped starting to panic.
“Yes,” Rich snapped. “The public loves co-star relationships. It will give this movie a boost. It will give your image a boost.”
His co-star, Gisella Acres, was as dumb as a lampshade with the personality to match.
“What’s the problem?” Rich asked, opening his arms. “Every man in America would give their left nut to spend a night with Gisella. I’m not asking you for much here.”
Mason looked out the window at the blond. She was stunning but he didn’t have the energy to deal with the boring, stuck up women of Hollywood anymore.
He strained hard to hear her with his enhanced shifter hearing. She was holding up something orange talking to the chef at the buffet table.
“Does this have gluten in it?” she asked.
The chef was looking at her funny. “It’s a carrot.”
She threw it at his chest. “My contract says that I need gluten free food.”
Gisela stormed off with her chin in the air. The chef stared at her ass as she left.
“Anyone else?” Mason asked.
“Do this for me,” Rich begged with his hands together. “I don’t ask you for much.”
“You ask me for things every time I see you,” Mason snapped back.
“One date.”
Mason sighed. “Fine,” he said, shaking his head.
“And you’re going to look at those houses,” Rich said with his eyebrow raised.
“One date,” Mason said, his voice firm. “But I don’t want to hear about this house thing again.”
“Deal,” he said, shoving his hand in Mason’s. “One date. And no house talk for two weeks. Got it.”
Mason was about to retort when Rich answered his phone and ran out the trailer.
“Oh no,” Mason muttered as he saw the director heading over. He was carrying a stack of paper in his hands.
“Hey John!” Mason said, trying to sound positive as he answered the door.
The lanky British director, pissed off that he was stuck directing Mercy Killing Four, scowled at him. “Rewrites,” he said, shoving the new script into Mason’s hand. He turned and stormed off without saying another word.
First day of shooting and there’s already rewrites. I wonder who he pissed off to be punished with this movie.
A girl caught his eye as he closed the door. She was an intern. She was tiny with her hands in her pockets and her black hair in a ponytail. She was looking around nervously with a chewed up pencil behind her ear and huge black rimmed glasses hanging low on her nose. Mason held the trailer door open, mesmerized by the girl.
Gisella walked in front of her, blocking his view. The blond actress smiled and waved at him. She was beautiful but Mason was looking for more than just looks these days. He wanted someone that he could talk and laugh with. He wanted true companionship.
He nodded his head and forced out a smile back to her. She blew him a kiss and continued walking, with her hair stylist, make-up artist, PR agent, manager and two assistants following her like baby ducklings.
Mason shifted to the side dodging her blown kiss and letting it sail over his shoulder. The girl with the chewed up pencil behind her ear was gone.
He sighed and closed the door of his trailer. Filming was starting soon and he had to get ready.
two
Joni picked up the crushed can of Coke off the floor and grimaced when the sticky black liquid poured down her arm. “Ewww,” she whined as she wiped her arm on the plastic table cloth.
“Rookie mistake,” Garth said as he walked over with his chest puffed out. “You want to pick it up with the top facing up and away from you,” he said talking loud and slow as he showed off his perfect technique.
“What would I do without your guidance?” she asked sarcastically.
Her sarcasm was lost on him.
“Every young apprentice needs a master to guide them. I will be your Yoda young Skywalker.” He fluffed out his long, waving black hair, complete with dandruff and knots.
“Thank you Obi Wan,” she mumbled as she tossed the can into her garbage bag.
“No!” he snapped. “Not Obi Wan. Yoda.”
He pointed to his fraying, faded, black t-shirt. Joni adjusted her glasses and peered at the picture on Garth’s flabby chest. That shirt had been washed so many times that the image was barely visible. The faded image of Yoda holding a fork in each hand could just be made out if she squinted really hard. “Use the forks,” she read. “Very clever.”
“Thank you,” he said proudly, before spinning on his heels and marching away, dragging his garbage bag on the ground. His head darted from side to side, looking under tables and behind equipment for any enemy garbage or renegade recycling.
Joni sighed. This was not what she had in mind when she graduated from film school. She had been thrilled a month ago when her cousin, the lighting director on the producer’s last film, called in a favor and got her a job as an intern.
She spent the last four weeks making up the most ridiculous scenarios in her head. The director would get bitten by a rattlesnake or abducted by aliens and the movie would be in peril. “Does anyone have a certificate for film production from St. Anne’s Community College?” the producer would yell out in a panic. Joni would step forward as the whole crew gasped. “I do,” she would say bravely. The crew would cheer as Mason Maloney stepped forward and took her in his manly arms. “Will you marry me?” he would ask. “Yes,” she would say breathless, her boobs an extra two, full cup sizes in her fantasy. He would kiss her as the Crew cheered and fireworks erupted in the sky over their heads.
Joni sighed as she picked up an empty water bottle and tossed it into her bag. She thought that she was going to be in charge of stuff. They put her in charge of recycling. Actually, she wasn’t even in charge. She shared the responsibility with Garth.
She strolled around the set, looking at all of the lights and props. Her pulse raced as she saw the fold-up chair with Director written in bold letters across the back. She pictured herself sitting in that chair yelling “ACTION!” The set in front of her would erupt in explosions and car chases as the studio execs dropped bags of money at her feet.
“Watch it girl,” the blond director said as he plowed into her shoulder. He rushed past her chewing out some poor schmuck who was following him.
I won’t be like that grumpkin when I’m a d
irector. No. Everyone was going to love her.
She continued walking around the set, picking up discarded bottles and cans along the way. She headed towards the trailers and looked for his.
Mason Maloney. The action star.
Joni had been in love with him since before puberty. She still had a full length poster of him from his artsy movie, Moonlight over Detroit. The critics had hated it, giving it a bomb, but she loved it. One particularly cruel journalist said that “it was the worst thing to happen to America since slavery.” They just didn’t see the beauty of the interwoven metaphors and theme. The genius yet subtle undercurrent of criticism on the true nature of our humanity pitted against the ruthless expectation of our society. Or maybe she just liked watching Mason for ninety four minutes walking around in a three piece suit.
That’s his trailer! She almost screamed it out like a fangirl. “Wow,” she mouthed as she stared at it shamelessly.
She craned her head to see through the tinted windows inside. Her heart pounded when she almost saw a movement of a shadow or a curtain.
“What’s this?” Garth snapped from behind making her jump.
“You scared the Snapple out of me,” she said, breathing heavily.
Garth grabbed her garbage bag and looked inside with a furrowed brow. Her bag had more recycling in it than his.
“Where did you get all of this?” he asked sounding furious.
“On the ground,” she said shaking her head. “Why?”
He ripped her bag closed and glared at her. “I’m going to get the promotion,” he hissed. “I’m going to be head of the recycling. Not you.”