Mad props to my Beta LauraLoo7! Girl you made this chapter soo much better!

This is my first fic in a long ass time. So please bare with me.

Thank you to Jocasta for being my muse.

Disclaimer: I do not own or know Robert Pattinson or Kristen Stewart.

Chapter 1

(Lindsay's Point of View)

I let the hot water soothe my aching muscles. I had worked a double shift at 'Beyond', the restaurant where I worked as a waitress,. A slave to the many old men, that who liked to pat me on the ass when I walked by. I wouldn't cause a commotion about it though;, I'd let the old fucks get their kicks. I moved down morefarther into under the water, groaning when my muscles screamed in protest to any the movement. The city was making me weak., I had only been living in Vancouver five5 months, and it was taking its toll. Everything was easier here, compared to back home. In Newfoundland, in a small coastal town called Daniel's Harbor, near the shoreline, where I grew up, I was much more accustomed to shoveling snow, cutting up wood, packing the wood into piles and everything else that went with growing up in a rural community. It was aA place where you done did everything for yourself. Those daily tasks were hings that was so much harder than taking food orders and taking a public transit back to my small apartment. But I still wasn't used to this life.

"'I miss home,"',I sighed. '"I have to make sure to call my Nan soon.'"

Unwillingly, I forced myself out of the tub, letting the water drain, and wrapped a towel around my body, and slowly walked out into the hall towards my room. Pulling on a pair of shorts and a tank top, I crawled into bed with one glance at the clock on my nightstand that read: 2:30a.. With another groan, I turned over, and let the well much-needed sleep take me.

I awoke to the sun and heat beating in my window. I really needed to invest in a working air conditioner. Getting out of bed, I pulled my hair into a ponytail and made my way into my kitchen, and grabbed a box of cereal and sat down on the futon I was using as a couch. , andI turned the TV on, and ate my cereal from the box.
Not paying attention to the TV, I decided to call my Nan, grabbing my cell from the inn table, and dialing her number, 'my old number'. A few rings went through, and then my Pop answered the phone.

"'Ello?" he said.

"Hey, Pop! What are you doing?" I asked.

"Nothing, just getting ready to have some supper."

I glanced at the clock: , 9:45AM45a.m.: "Oh, sorry! I for got about the 5 ½ five-and-a-half-hour time difference!"

He laughed and said,: "Its okay, my girl."

"Is Nan there? Can I speak to her?"

"Yeah, one second." Hhe calleds out to my Nan. "Abby!"

"Thanks, I love you, Pop!, I miss you!" I tell him.

"Love you too, my girl.".

"Ello?" I heard my Nan's familiar voice said.

"Hey, Nan! What's for supper? , I'm starved!?" I giggle.

"Oh, Linds, darling! Your favorite, homemade Honey Garlic meatballs!" she chimedanswered brightly.

"Mmmmm! Expect me over!". ," I giggled again. "How are you Nan?, I miss you."

"I'm good., pPoor Mart is back in the Hospital,; the cancer is back, again! Moved on over to the other side of his face now, I'm afraid," she told me.

"Oh no! Tell him, that I'm thinking about him, and tell his wife Helen, that I am sorry to hear that. I hope everything works out."

"I will., Hhow are you Lindsay?, Ttaking care of yourself, eating right?" she asked.

"Mmhm, I'm eating breakfast right now," I said. "I haven't been talking to anyone, I'm a little homesick, I had to call you," I told her.

"Then come home, Linds. We miss you, and we never wanted you to go in the first place!"

I sighed.: "I just had to get away, Nan., I don't know what I want to do with my life, and I'm not going to figure it out back home."

It was Nan's turn to sigh.: "Well, whenever you're ready to come back, you just call us, dear." She told me.

"Thanks, Nan. But I'll let you get to those yummy meatballs before they get cold!"

Sshe laughed.: "Okay, darling. Call again soon., Iit was nice to hear from you."

"I will;, it was nice to hear another Newfie accent besides my own," I said with a laugh. "I'll call again soon, I love you, and kiss my dogs for me., Ttell them I miss them too."

"I'll tell them., Ttake good care of yourself now, Lindsay. I love you, too."

I huang up the phone, missing them a little more, now, but. Ssmilinged, none the less. I eat ate more of my cereal, and watched some celebrity channel talk about Eclipse being filmed, and Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart's supposed romance. Not really caring for it, I turned the TV off., Iit's not that I don't like Twilight; I actually love the Twilight Saga. But, I had gotten got a little turned off by it, once when suddenlyall of a sudden everyone knew of it, and my friends began gushing over Edward Cullen, talking about how amazing he iswas, and how much they love the books., but yet when I mentioned the books in 2006, they had no interest. None of them had expressed any interest three years ago when I mentioned the books.

I decided to go take a shower, and dress for the day. I looked glanced in the mirror, making sure I looked decent. I was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, and a simple white t-shirt;, I let my semi-longshoulder-length brown wavy hair fall naturally and didn't put on any make-up. I slipped on a pair of black flip-flops, grabbed my wallet, keys and cell, and locked the door behind me. I walked down the street a little ways, deciding what I wanted to do. Aden wanted to take me out tonight, get me out of my apartment, since I didn't have to work tonight. Aden was my best friend; he was the best friend that I never had. Him He and his boyfriend Sam were literally the people that who literally kept me sane in Vancouver;, without them I would have caved long ago, and would have more than likely would've ended up on Welfare welfare in Newfoundland, with no job, and living with my gGrandparents.

I madeke my way to a Tim Hortons not too far away from my apartment and grabbed a lLarge gGreen tTea, with two2 sugars, and walk to around wandering wandered aimlessly for a while, since I had nothing better to do but waste away the time, until tonightthat evening.

'Speaking of tonight, I should actually buy an outfit that doesn't consist of the rags I have in my closet and my work clothes' , I thought.

Finishing up my tea, I headed towards the bus stop to go to the mall, and. I pulled out my cell phone to text Aden.

"Sugar, I'm pulling out all the stops tonight for you and Sam., I'm actually buying new clothes."

I put my cell back in my jeans pocket, and kept walking toward continue walking to the bus stop, then my cell rings. I take it out and read:and my cell rang with the arrival of a text.

'Oh babygirl, can't wait to see you., I better keep a eye on Sam., I might have competition tonight ;D'

I giggled and texted him back.:

'Not unless I miraculously grow a dick by tonight. Plus, I'm rather attached to me vag ;P'

I get a text back within secondMy phone rang as soon as I sent the text., Ddamn the boy can textis fast!

'Bbahahaha. See you tonight, babygirl.'

I laughed to myself while turning the corner, and out of nowhere, something hard banged into me, and I hit the ground with a thud.

"What the fuck!?" I yelled.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," a male voice said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. My ass cushioned the fall,." I said answered, taking the hand that the man was holding downoffering to help me up. "What's the rush anyway?, Nno one ever tell you slow and steady win's the race?" I fumed.

"Well, umm… I'm kind of being chased,." hHe replieds. "I'm sorry, are you sure you're okay?"

"Chased? Why are you being chased?" I asked while brushing dirt off my pants. "Well, if you bang into people like that all the time I could can see why."

He laughs:ed, answering, "Well it kind of comes with the job."

Getting the last of the dirt off and checking myself for injuries, I finally looked up at him questioningly.: "Job, what kind of…" -"

I couldn't finish my question., I forgot what I was going to say. DammitDamn it, I even forgot my name!. I was looking up at Robert fucking Pattinson!. Robert Pattinson ran into me, and was the reason I could feel a huge bruise forming on my ass!. I was looking into Robert Pattinson's eyes! Damn! He had gorgeous eyes!. I scanned him over with my eyes, taking everything in., Hhe had onwore black jeans, that fit him just right, and a grey t-shirt on, with a blue plaid button up shirt over it, and Ray Bans hooked toin the neck of his t-shirt. His hair was in disarray and he was pulling his fingers through it messing it up even more.

My expression must have changed because all of a sudden he looked worried, I must have been drooling., Please Ggod, I hope I'm not drooling because all of a sudden he looked worried.

"Umm...", I triedy again. "Umm..."

Nope, nothing. I can't couldn't think. Just then I looked over his shoulder and see saw the mob of people running up the sidewalk toward us.

"Shit!" I said, putting out my hand for his, adding, "Ffollow me."

He hesitated for a second, and then looked back at the bodies running towards him screaming his name. He lookeds back at me and puts his hand in mine. I take took off down the street, pulling him behind me.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked, breathless.

"Somewhere safe, away from the screaming fan girls."

We ran down the street, and turned into a vacant side street that was unused. Then I pulled him in between a small spacedown an alley between two buildings. I was suddenly aware of my body pressed up against his. I could smell the cigarette smoke that lingered on his clothes, mixed with citrus, but still masculine cologne, Preferred Stalk Stock maybe? I looked up into his eyes again; he was looking down at me. I realized my hands were on his chest, and I quickly moved them down by my sides. Which didn't help, since my body was still pressed against his. I felt my knees weaken and held back a whimper that was risingas it rose in my throat. He seemed to realize hear it, and he chuckled.
I looked down and he put his hand in under my chin and lifted my head up toface to make me look at him, and with his other hand, he moved a few strands of hair from my face.

"Think it's clear?" he asked.

I struggled to find my voice., "Hold on," I told him, and walked out around slowly, begging my legs to carry me, and I looked up and down the street twice.

"Its okay," I called back.

He walked out slowly, hesitating for a moment, and once he saw the street clear, a with a smug smile spread over on his face. Just then, a girl turned the corner, and screamed, "He's here!"

"Fuck," he said, andnow looked panicked.

God damn itmit! Why do I feel so bad for him!?
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I took his hand again, rolling my eyes.; I started running again, and yelled over my shoulder, "Is it always like this? This is ridiculous;, they're treating you like you're just an object!"

"No, it's not always like this," he saidshouted back. "Some of them actually show me some respect."

I pulled him behind a building a few minutes away from my apartment, and lead him down an alleyway that lead to the back of my apartment building, keeping up our pace. When we got there, I unlocked the back door to the building and pulled him inside behind me. We stopped to catch out our breath.

"Where are we?" he askeds, looking around, a bit nervously.

"My apartment building., Yyou can wait here until it's clear to go out, and I'll call you a cab." I walked over to the elevator and pushed the button to go up.

He walks walked over to me, pulling his hand through his hair again, and said, "Thanks."

I look up at him: "You're welcome."

I still couldn't feel my legs properly, and I felt shaky. The elevator door opened, and I walked in, looking back at him., Hhe hesitated again, then followed after me. I pressed number six6 and the entire ride up, I felt his eyes staring aton me but I didn't look at him, afraid that if I did, I was sure going to lose itmy composure. The doors closed and opened again. I walked towards my door, and Rob followed;, looking at me, intensely and, making me blush. I unlocked the door and invited him in.

"Would you like anything," I asked. "Tea, cCoffee… all I have is instant."

He shakes shook his head, and sits sat down on the futon and replied, "I'm fine."

I sat down ion a chair and relaxed a little, ; just realizing how tense I actually was, I laughed.

He raiseds an eyebrow and asked, "What's so funny?"

I laughed more., "Well, of all the things to happen to me on my day off. I get knocked on my ass by a movie star, and let him hide out in my not so extravagant apartment from to avoid a mob of screaming girls."

He laugheds too, and seemeds to relax a little., "Honestly, I thought you were going to turn out to be a screaming fan girl too, when you realized who I was. The look on your face was priceless."

I scoffed at him., "In my defense, I had the right to ogle you a little, since you did run into me, and I saved you from an army of obsessed fan girls and paps."

He chuckleds, and puts his hand in his hair again, nervously. "Alright, you're forgiven."

"Why, thank you." I smiled. "You're forgiven as well for knocking me over."

He raiseds his eyebrows. "Are you from Vancouver?"

I looked at him, put off by the question for a few seconds., "No, I'm not."

"Are you from Canada?" he asked again.

I laughed and replied, "Yeah, I'm Canadian."

He lookeds at me puzzled., "You don't have a Canadian accent."

I laugh again, "Well, I do. Just not one that you're used too."

"Where are you from?"

"Newfoundland." I told him.

"Newfoundland?" he questionsrepeated.

"Yeah, it's an island on the other side of the country,." I told him. "We're the Queen's rejects." I laughed at my little joke. But Robert didn't seem to get the humor, and looked puzzled.

He looks even more confused.

I sighed, and told himexplained, "Newfoundland, used to be a part of England. Basically, during the 1940's England couldn't afford Newfoundland anymore, and got rid of us. That's when Newfoundland joined Canada."

He laughed and saids, "Thanks for the hHistory lesson."

"Yeah," I check my cell.
"Sure thing," I replied, checking my cell phone.

"I'm keeping you from something," he said, his brow furrowed.

"Nothing that I can't do later," I told him.

He stood up and walked over to my window, and looked out. "Where were you on your way too?"

"I was planning to go sShopping," I answered. "aA friend of mine is taking me out tonight, and I haven't had any time to myself lately, so he's treating me."

"A boyfriend?" he looked tenseasked with a serious expression.

I laughed again., "No, he's just my friend, a very gay friend. Him He and his boyfriend are actually both taking me out."

"Do you know where they're taking you?" he asked, still looking out the window.

"Some place called The Landmark."

"I know that place., Jackson and the guys brought me there a few times."

"Yeah?" I said. "How is it?, Iis it as scary as it sounds?"

he laughs, "Scary? No, I like it., They have live bands every weekend, cheap drinks…"

I sighed, and said, "I'm going to feel like the third wheel, with both Aden and Sam there."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I was planning on going there tonight to thank you for saving my ass today, and to apologize for knocking you on yours," he said with a chuckles.

I felt the blush rising on my cheeks and I looked away. He obviously felt obligated to be nice to me, so I added, "You don't have to do that."

He walkeds over to me, and my heart nearly jumpeds out of my chest with how close he isis the sudden proximinty. He lookeds down at me and said, "I want too;, it's the least I can do."

I feel felt his breath on my face, and squeaked, "If you really want too."

Then Suddenly Rob's his cell ringsrang and he excused himself and walked out on my balcony to answer the call. , "Excuse me," he says, and walks out on my balcony.

I overheard him say, "Hey, babe," just before the door closed behind him. My heart faltereds;, of course he has a girlfriend. After all, , he is Robert Pattinson.

'Why do you care so much, Lindsay?! It's not like you had a chance with him anyway., Hhe wouldn't be interested in you! ' I scolded myself.

I slowly walked over to the futon, he had been sitting on and sat on the opposite side, bending over and putting my head between my legs, mentally yelling atberating myself. A few minutes passed by, and Rob walkeds back into the room., I couldn't don't look up at him, but. I heard his footsteps come towards me, and his weight as he sat he sits down beside me.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," I barely whispered.

I felt hisHis hand moved my the hair away from my face, and he lifted my face up to his, once again, he lookings into my eyes worriedlywith concern.

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

"I'm sure," I squeaked once more.

He chucklesSeemingly reassured, he said, "I have to go., Ssomeone is waiting on me back at my hotel."

"Oh, let me call you a cab!" I pulled out my cell and quickly dialed the number. I asked for a cab and after confirming, quickly hung up the phone.

Someone answers, "Gatwick, Taxi!"

"Hey, can I get one at 1516 Davie Street?"

"On the way."

"Thanks." I hang up.

I looked up at him, to find him frowning a littleslightly.

"Why the glum face?" I asked.

"You're being extremely nice;, I haven't met someone like you since the last time I was in London." He told me.

"Oh, well blame it on the good Ol' Conway genes," I said, referring to my last name. Again, it seemed I had Rob perplexed. Explaining, I added, "My grandfather is British. I guess that's just the way I was brought up."

He looks at me confused.

I shrug, "My Grandfather is British, guess it's just the way I was brought up."

"You're a fascinating, woman," he said, making me blush. "I'm looking forward to seeing you again tonight, Miss Conway."

I couldn't help but smile and add, "Mme too."

"I should head down now., I'll see you," he said, and I walked him to the door.

"See you," I say saidback.

He walked out the door, and then turned to me, and he took my hand and kissed it., "It was very nice to meet you."

"My pleasure," I said, while concentrating on keeping myself upright.

He smiled, and walked down the hall, calling over his shoulder. "Tonight."

I smiled to myself, closing the door, then collapsed against it and slide down to the floor. I sat there for a few minutes then grabbed my things again, dialing Aden's number, and walked out the door and hit the button for the elevator.

"Hello?" he answers.

"Hey, Aden."

"Hey, Babygirl, calling to brag about your outfit and the hot mess you're going to be tonight?" he giggled.

"I haven't bought anything yet., I'm on my way out now, and I need your help. Meet me at the mall by the bus terminal.; Yyou're never going to believe, what just happened!" I told him.

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