EPOV

"Edward! EDWARD!!!! Edward, over here! I love you, Edward!"

The screaming and camera flashes started as soon as I stepped out of the black limousine.

"Marry me, Edward! I'm over here!"

I cringed inwardly as another marriage proposal came my way. My black sense of humour often made me wonder what would happen if one day, when a screaming fan asked me to marry them, I strode over to them, gave them my best Rhett Butler look, swept them up into my arms and said yes, then carried them off into the sunset. Would they be so happy about that? When they find out I'm not really Captain O'Connor, or Lucas Miller, or any of the other characters I portrayed on screen? Instead, just a messy, coffee addicted, pepperoni pizza loving guy who prefers lazing on his sofa in his pajamas, watching bad made-for-TV films to five-star hotels and film premieres.

Emmett would tackle me to the ground before I got within five metres of the 'lucky girl', I thought wryly. That was the trouble with having your best friend as your manager. He knew the look on your face when you're about to do something stupid, like declare your undying love for a fan as some bizarre social experiment, or pulling the wig off your eighth Grade teachers head with a stick whilst hiding up a tree.

But none of that mattered in those few minutes. The only thing that mattered was that I put on the Edward Cullen "I'm too sexy to smile at the camera like a normal person" look and strolled down the red carpet like a star, flirting with TV presenters, giving the paps a good shot for the next day's tabloids and signing a few autographs for the screaming crowd so they think it's worth being crammed in with the million other girls for 10 hours straight.

A few steps away from the limo, I gave the cameras my first sexy pout of the night. My sister Alice laughs every time she sees a picture of it and calls practically everyone I know to tell them I've been practising my "Blue Steel" face. The girls always go wild for it, so I guess it's probably a good thing to have friends and family who keep my head from over-inflating.

I took another few steps and found myself face-to-face with Tanya Denali, entertainment reporter for Blush magazine. As embarrassingly over the top as the woman was, I had to give her a few minutes or Emmett would shoot me later on. The Blush demographic was teenage girls, 15-19 years old, interested in make-up, hair, clothes and boys. I couldn't complain. These were the girls who's support got me cast in films, invited onto talk shows and even (although I shuddered to think of it) my very own Edward doll. I owed them a whole lot, so spending a couple of minutes refusing the reporters advances wouldn't kill me.

"Edward, you look so hot tonight!" Tanya gushed, looking like she was on the verge of squealing herself.

"Thanks Tanya, you look...glowing as usual," I replied. Yeah, glowing orange with fake tan.

"Oh my gosh, Edward, are you, like, so excited to be here? I mean, this must be such a huge night for you!" Yes, she was officially squealing now.

"It is an exciting night Tanya. After so many months of hard work, Light Persuasion is finally here. I really hope you guys enjoy watching it as much as I enjoyed making it," The crowd of girls behind Tanya screamed louder.

"Well according to rumour, you had a lot of fun during filming...especially with your co-star, Rosalie Hale..." she trailed off suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows. I chuckled, wondering what Emmett would have to say about the old rumours cropping up again. He'd probably just laugh at my discomfort. He and Rosalie were perfectly content in their relationship, although few people were aware of it.

"All just rumours, sorry Tanya. Rosalie is a great girl, an amazing actress, but we're just good friends," I said firmly. Mistake.

"So does that mean the gorgeous Edward Cullen is still single?" she asked breathily, looking up at me from under her eyelashes in a move that I'm sure was supposed to look sexy. I bit back a retort.

"Still single," I raised my hands in apology. "I guess I still haven't found the right girl,"

"Did you hear that girls? Still single!!" Tanya shouted into the crowd. "So tell me then, what does the right girl have to do to get your attention, Edward?" She actually stepped closer to me and pressed the hand that wasn't holding the microphone up against my chest. I fought the grimace. Really, how many times did I have to give this girl a hint? My mother raised me to be a gentleman, but honestly, sooner or later, Tanya Denali was going to get a sharp set-down.

"Well, I suppose I'm always intrigued by girls with a bit of mystery," I smiled sweetly at her. "And I prefer brunettes," I added, taking pointed look at her perfectly straight strawberry blonde hair. Half the girls in the crowd wailed in disappointment while the other half screamed even louder.

"Edward, I have brown hair! I HAVE BROWN HAIR!!!!" One girl screamed at me, an almost deranged look on her face. She was clutching fistfuls of her hair, like she was about to rip it out and hand it over. Insane. I knew Emmett would not be happy with that comment later on. Never reveal anything specific, it will only alienate certain fans.

"But surely variety is the spice of life," Tanya said coyly, running her eyes over me and tracing a long, fake fingernail over my chest. I grabbed her hand quickly, before she could get too carried away, and put it over her other hand on the microphone.

"That's what I've heard, but I'm a one-woman kind of guy," I said quickly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I see..." I trailed off and gestured randomly behind me, not sure who I could pretend to go over to, and started walking away.

"Thanks for talking to us, Edward!" Tanya called behind me. I half turned to wave, only to see her put her hand up to her ear and mouth the words "Call me." Yeah, right, when hell freezes over.

I continued my walk down the carpet, giving looks to the cameras, joking around with my co-stars and signing autographs.

A one-woman kind of guy.

Yeah, that was me alright, I thought bitterly. Or, as Emmett liked to remind me, more like a no-woman kind of guy at the moment. It was alright for him, he had found the love of his life and although I didn't envy him the girl, I envied the life they had together. Apart, obviously, from the fact that they had to hide it from the world. Personally, I don't know how he did it. I hadn't found her yet, but out there somewhere was an incredible girl, who didn't care about the fame or the money or the Edward Cullen hair. And when I found her, I would spoil her rotten and tell the whole world how much I loved her.

Oh yes. I was that kind of boy.