Story – if the cast of Twilight got hooked on Twilight Fan Fiction

Yes it is crazy... but I thought it would be fun...

Disclaimer: All Fan Fiction stories belong to the amazing and talented people in this group () – Thank you!

Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Rob & Kristen and the rest of the cast belong to themselves and I hope they don't mind that I am making up a story about them... I suppose there is enough of that in the tabloids that perhaps they are used to it. At least I acknowledge that this is entirely fictional... And I have no idea how to write an English accent, so I'm not even trying.

Chapter 1: Curious

RPOV

"Hey Kristen – they want us on set."

"Sure, I'll be there in a minute."

She sounded distracted, so I peered up into her on-set trailer to see what was up. She was sitting, cross-legged on her sofa, one hand on the keyboard, the other cupping her chin as she stared at her laptop.

"Ah, sorry to interrupt, but what are you doing?"

"Um, nothing."

Did she just do a Bella-blush? I thought that was just me when fans asked embarrassing questions – and Kristen gave embarrassing answers...

She quickly recovered, clicked her lap top shut and jumped up off the sofa. "So – to set... let's go."

Always the consummate professional, Kristen delivered her lines flawlessly. However, while her performance was wonderful, I could see she was preoccupied. In between takes, it was as if her mind was somewhere else. She seemed anxious to be done - which was so unlike her.

"Is anything the matter?" I asked, concerned. After spending so much time filming Twilight and then on promotional tours, I had begun to feel as though we were friends – or at least friendly enough to ask when something was wrong.

She quickly snapped back to the present and looked at me, somewhat embarrassed, "Uh, nothing, I'm fine, really..."

"You seem a little... preoccupied."

"Oh, am I not doing a good job? Am I slipping out of character?"

"No – actually your performance is brilliant. It's just, in between, you're not quite yourself. It's like you're not really here, if you understand my meaning."

"Oh, well, I've just got some stuff on my mind. Nothing major – I'll try to be more present."

"Sure, that's fine. I just wondered if something was the matter."

Just then we were called back to re-shoot – back into Edward I go...

After a gruelling 14 hour day we were done. I was famished and still a little concerned about Kristen. She had tried to make small talk after our earlier exchange, but something was still... off. She didn't kid around and laugh like usual. I thought I should try to see if she was really okay.

"I'm famished. Do you want to get a bite to eat?"

"I think I'll just head back to my room. I'm exhausted." She said as she avoided contact. Why did I have the feeling she wasn't being completely honest?

"Sure.. well then – see you tomorrow."

"Ya." she headed off to her hotel suite.

I glanced around the set. I didn't really want to eat alone at a restaruant - and that inviting a couple of fans thing didn't really work out... But everyone else had split up after we wrapped for the day so I decided to go back to my room and order room service. I searched around for a discarded copy of the Vancouver Sun on set and headed back to the hotel.

For the shoot, we were staying in hotel apartment suites over-looking the ocean. The view was amazing. This really is a beautiful city, I thought as I rode up to my floor – the same floor as much of the main cast. As I got off the elevator and headed to my room, I heard a cackle coming from Kristen's apartment. What was that? I leaned in and it sounded like she was having trouble breathing...

"Kristen" I pounded on the door, "Kristen, all you all right? Do I need to get security?"

I heard loud footsteps coming to the door and stopped in my tracks, momentarily worried that there might be some crazed fan on the other side who had Kristen and was now coming for me. But when the door swung open, all I saw was Kristen. She was dressed in her comfy sweats, but her face was beat red with evidence of tears. Her eyes, though, weren't sad – they flashed with a mixture of humour and embarrassment.

"What is going on, Kristen – are you all right? I thought... well I thought someone had you in there."

I was suddenly uncomfortable for the intrusion. Perhaps she did have someone in there... Perhaps I should quickly excuse myself. But before I could, she gave me a sly grin.

"Sure – I'm great!" Her words burst out as if she was trying to stifle a laugh. This was the Kristen we were missing on set. Now I was as curious as Edward... "Ya, no, it's just me..."

"What is going on with you? Was that laugher I heard?" I was beginning to wonder if she was mental.

She rolled her eyes, "Okay, Rob, come on in... You've got to see this for yourself."

She opened the door wider in invitation as she trotted off to the area she had set up as her office. I shut the door behind me and followed... Her office area was reasonably neat, with carefully stacked piles of script re-writes, a yellow pad with notes, and a few empty water bottles. She toggled the mouse attached to her laptop to clear the automatic screen saver. I looked at the screen to see what she had been laughing at.

"It's some crazy fan site for the Twilight series. People actually write fan fiction and post it here for others to read and comment on. Some of it is pretty funny."

What, I thought, fans writing stories on Twilight? My life really had gone completely mad.