Kismet

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"One cup, all purpose. One cup, all purpose. One cup, all purpose…" I continue to chant my mantra in my head as I sift through the pantry. Sugar-no! Corn starch-no! Beans…why on earth do we have so many cans of beans? Ana, focus! Ok, here we go. I found the, almost empty, canister of flour.

"All I need is one cup, come on!" I use a spoon to make certain not a molecule is spared, scrapping the last bit into the mix of butter, sugar, eggs, chocolate and vanilla. Personally, I think that sugar is getting a little too comfy with the eggs, but whom am I to judge?

I begin to churn by hand as my Kitchen Aid watches helplessly while I roil the batter into sweet bliss. The chocolate begins to merge into soft swirls of delight; I can't help but dunk my finger to taste my new concoction.

I finish sucking the gelatinous batter stuck to my fingers. My cell is blasting the latest Rooney EP yet to be released to the public, I have connections. It's Jess.

"Hey, hey! What happened?" the phone cradled between my shoulder and ear.

"Hey it's me!" Is she obvious or what? The bowl has found its rightful place by my side as I continue to churn.

"Caller ID." I roll my eyes; we have the same intro every time!

"Gothcha." She used to have blonde highlights but doctors recommended she go back to her natural hair color. Not that the bleach was impairing her in anyway, it was just the doctors attempts to save what was left of the sanity of the people around her.

"So whatcha up to?" I continue to knead the batter with my right hand while balancing the huge vat of brownie mix on my left hip. I can feel the grinding of the ceramic bowl against my pelvic bone as my right hand swirls an endless design of figure eights.

"Ok so I was on my way to Bloomy's and I heard about this Twilight fan meeting thing for 'New Moon'. Apparently a bunch of fans were pissed off because the stuffed being leaked was nowhere near what Sasha Meyer had written and people were making a huge ordeal about it and yata-yata-yata. Long story short: Fans pissed. Mountain invented a contest and fans are being interviewed in NYC, L.A., Dallas, and Miami to come on to the set for a weekend, spend some time with the cast, and add some authenticity to the story line from a fan's POV! They won't be in Miami till early next month, but I figured if 93Rock was actually interrupting my Linkin Park session to tell me that crap, I definitely had to call you ASAP. Ana? Ana? Are you still there?"

My head cocked to the left perked up and let my cell slide into the batter.

"Shit!"

"Ana? Ana? Why do I sound muffled?"

I dropped the bowl to the ground and started to dig through the mush to get my cell.

I found it; Jess was still asking if I had hung up.

I grabbed the phone and pressed it to my ear.

"Jess! Jess! Don't hang up, for all that is more holly than Edward, don't hang up!" I had an ear full of mush, but I couldn't care less, I had to have the details!

"I'm still here, but it sounds like you have me wrapped up in a towel or something."

I looked frantically for a towel, a napkin, a tissue anything to wipe off the batter from my cell.

I started licking the ear piece. "Ok, that's good enough."

"Jess? Now, details…give me details now!"

"Ok, Yoda. Well do you remember how we used to watch all those videos of leaked scenes from Twilight, but they weren't fully edited? Well, supposedly a scene from the new movie was leaked about an hour ago and of course the webmasters at 'Twilighters Anonymous' got a hold of it first and put it up on the site. A bunch of fans commented that the new director had no clue on how to, you know, direct. And they mentioned than the dialogue was shit, so they decided to give the screenwriter some time to outline the script and edit some of the info after she re-reads the novel, but the production company thought it would be a great idea to ease some fans off the problem and have them help out by being the solution. Ultimately they are looking for kinda like an assistant screen writer for a weekend. The criteria are on the production company's site. But it sounds pretty extensive, you have to have some kind of literature or thespian background, professional, polite, thick resume, and be a fan- well that last one is kind of a duh! But, yeah, you get me."

"Ok, before I drop the cell in the batter again let me ask you a few questions. Who the hell is Sasha Meyer and Mountain? I know you, of all people, are not referring to STEPHENIE Meyer and SUMMIT. And another thing, oh my frackin' God, what the hell took you so long to call? And why are you on your way to Bloomingdales? We only have a month to prepare! What should I wear? What do I say? Oh my Edward!"

"Anita! Relax, you totally got this. Plus I think you should probably be more concerned with that literature background thing and the thick resume, those seem pretty important to people who are hiring. I think you should bring this up when you go to that mall tour thing this weekend."

"What do you mean 'relax'? And what am I going to ask them? 'Hey I heard there was this contest where you're going to pick a fan to help out on the set for a weekend. Can you please pick me?' I mean I could say that but I think that's a little much, don't you?"

"Use your charm. I know you know how to get what you want, when you want to."

"Good point. Are you coming over to work on strategies?"

"Umm…well….Bloomy's kinda has this sale going on today and I reeeaaaallllllllly want these Via Spiga heals I saw in the mag from last weekend, so yeah…but I promise when I'm done I'll pass by to…umm, work on strategies…is that ok?"

"I can't believe you're so calm! You are unbelievable!"

"Well, than I guess I'm living up to your expectations, ha-ha. Ok, love you! Kiss, kiss! Bye!"

I still couldn't believe she was so calm about this. I guess she did live up to my expectations.

~ / ~

The next forty- five minutes ticked by so slowly. I placed what was left of the brownie batter in to the oven. I couldn't concentrate on anything else but Twilight.

I heard Jess outside pulling up in the drive way. I opened the door for her to come in and sat back down at the table. There were only two days till I met Edi and Taylor at their mall tour and I had to make one hell of an impression, and who better to help me with that than "Miss. Drama Queen" herself.

"Hello, love."

I just looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

She sat across from me, and grabbed my hand like she always did.

"I don't know what to do…"

"What do you mean 'you don't know what to do'?! You are doing it! You so got this! You have neverbeen so nervous! This isn't like you. I know you aren't going to freak out or anything, so I don't know what the hell you're so worried about."

"It's not that I'm not confident that I'll make a good impression or anything but remembering me out of the thousands of girls that are going to be there… it's damn near impossible!"

"Aahhh, see that's where I come in. Ok so, I was at Bloomy's and guess what I got you?"

"What?"

She slid a thin brown box across the table. I opened it and revealed the most beautiful wrist length grey leather gloves. They felt like silk. They fit, well, they fit like a glove. I knew I loved her!

"This is the part when you say that you love me. And with that I am awesome and that I totally deserve a brownie. Those things smell amazing! You have one hell of a gift for baking; I can practically eat the air."

"Ok, you deserve a brownie, you are awesome, and of course I love you! So what do you have planned for the gloves?"

"That's where my favorite surprise comes in! I stopped by our favorite little vintage store: Miami Twice, and guess what else I bought? It's from Stop Staring. I know, I know, you already have like half a closet of these things but this particular dress was a limited edition and I guarantee your ass would look amazing in this dress. It hugs everything! I tried it on, its fab! Here, put it on!"

She pulled out a grey frock. It was slightly below the knee- while still hugging the thighs, and it had puffed sleeves, plus a synched waist belt.

It. Was. Gorgeous!

"I'm thinking it says 'I'm too sexy without trying and I support the 40's.' What do you think?"

"I think you're right, and I also think that bag still isn't empty. What else did you buy?"

"Umm…nothing…ok, fine! I bought that red dress they had online but for like fifty bucks less. It's from last season. But I'm in love with red, and it just kept asking me to take it home with me, and you know that I believe in adoption…so…I adopted it!"

I was puzzled, but this is her way. Plus she got me a killer dress; with some sexy gloves… she was beyond forgiven!

~ / ~

The day had arrived. I called Jess at 3am to see if she was still up for going to Sunset Place for the mall tour. We decided that 4 o' clock was a decent hour to stand in line, considering we had a chemistry class that Saturday morning at 10.

"Hello…?" She sounded drunk; she must have still been hung-over from the previous night.

"Hey, hey, it's me. Are you still sleeping? Roll your ass out of bed, grab some sweats and let's go! We have to be there as soon as possible, there are people that camped out for these tickets!"

"Why. Are. You. Yelling?!"

"Jessie Marie! Get your ass out of bed, and hurry up. I will be outside in twenty minutes. Bye."

"Wait, wait! Where are we going?"

"Jess, my patience is wearing thin. We are going to Sunset to stand in line for the tickets to see Edi and Taylor later on. We had this planned. Is any of this coming back to you…Jess? Jess?"

"No babe, she said she was getting thin, and at sunset she was going to get her ticks removed at Lord and Taylor's, she had a pain…"

"Jessie you know that's not what I said! Tell Francisco I say 'Hi', and, 'Good morning sunshine.' But you get up and get dressed, you have 17 minutes."

"She says she's hoping you die. I swear, so I'm leaving now cause Ana wants to drive me crazy. She is getting back at me for when I made her wait in line for six hours to see The Dark Night. So yeah, Ana...I'll be waiting outside. If I fall asleep in front of my house before you get here, honk your horn and flash your high beams so I know it's you."

"Why do you need me to honk the horn and flash the lights? Isn't one of the two enough?"

"No, because if you only honk, I won't be able to see you and I might run inside thinking you're a rapist or a serial killer or something which is why you need to flash your lights. But if you only flash your lights and don't honk the horn I might think you're a serial killer or a rapist that's trying to blind me to distract me…Ana?"

"…I'll be there in 15…"

"K."

I had suggested several psychologists throughout our friendship, but they usually end up paying me to tell her they moved or something along those lines.

~ / ~

"Finally! I can't believe we had to do another line after we already had the tickets!"

"Relax, Jess. So far so good, there's only twenty people ahead of us. How am I looking?"

"Utterly fabulous! And B.T.W. the jail bait is hot and is totally eating you alive. You're such and f-ing cradle robber. He's really cute…when is he turning 18?"

"Focus, Jess! Hey, is he really looking at me?"

"Oh yeah, he's totally eye-fucking you!"

I felt incredibly accomplished. I knew this was going well so far, and then it occurred to me.

"Jess?"

"Yeah?"

"How the hell do you eye-fuck a person?"

"You know every time you look at that Rob guy?"

"Yeah…"

"And you are totally envisioning him biting your neck and pinning you up against a wall in a broom closet?"

"…Yeah?" She was pretty spot-on. Minus the broom closet setting, I'm a classy girl! I was thinking more of a secluded forest somewhere in the Pacific Northwest-hey, I'm Twilight fan after all.

"Yeah, well you have been eye fucking for a while!"

We glanced at each other slowly, turned forward, and glanced again. All it took was one smile and we began a fit of uncontrollable laughter. I saw Taylor pull a body guard over and point at us. The bulky man came over. Jessie's self control was diminished.

"Are you the guy we have to fuck to get ahead of the line?" She winked at him suggestively.

He leaned forward a little and whispered something into her ear and then loudly proclaimed:

"If you leave quietly now, we will give you a full refund and allow you to stay for the questions and answers session later on, but you have to leave the signing now."

She grabbed my arm and dragged me out of Hot Topic where the signing was being held.

"What the fuck was that Jessie? We were almost there! How could you?!" I thrashed my arm away from hers, and lunged towards her neck.

"What the fuck are you trying to do?"

"I'm going to kill you! It won't hurt as much if I just push you off the third story, you need to suffer!" I lashed forward again.

"Holy crap, you really are trying to kill me. Like, literally! That's not cool dude, especially when killing me won't get you the address of the hotel where Mr. Edi --- and Taylor whatever are expecting your attendance."

"If you are joking, you have no idea what I'll do to you!"

"Oh, yeah, that sounds sexy…I'm kidding!"

"About what?" I responded quickly, almost cutting her off.

"About the sexy thing. The rest is true. We have to go to Ocean Ave; they are staying in South Beach. I had the exact address memorized but I seem to have suffered some trauma that has caused me to lose some of my short term memory…Who are you?"

"Ok, I'm sorry." I placed my arm around her waist as she did the same with mine. We casually strolled back to the car as she told me exactly what the body guard had whispered.

"So he wasn't eye fucking us?"

"He thought you looked interesting, and he thought it was cool that we were chill. The dude said we looked like some cool chicks that he could hang out with."

"Ok, so where to?"

"South Beach. He said to be there around 7ish."

"Cool beans, so what do we do till then?"

"I still feel a little hung-over. We could go to Sand Bar in the Grove for a bit."

Six-thirty rolled around. Jess was doing tequila slammers at the bar, in her defense it was a buy-one-get-one free special. I would typically be slamming my shot glasses with her, but my stomach was in knots...

I caught her attention and tapped on my wrist, indicating that she had fifteen minutes to get some coffee in her and sober up. She came quietly without hesitation and placed her arm around my side.

"Why are you so nervous? You look amazing and you can charm a vampire into becoming a vegan! "

"I'm not nervous, I'm just thinking, okay?"

I propped myself up, arched my shoulders back, and gave a good toss to my hair. I was officially ready to meet my fate.

~ / ~

We arrived at the hotel, left the car with the valet and strolled over to the front desk. We introduced ourselves as the guests of Mr. Fritz Megee: the code name that we were instructed to use. The concierge looked up beyond his glasses and raised his left eye brow.

"You are the guests of whom?" He smirked.

"Listen sparky, you heard me!" Jess retorted.

"Jessie! Relax! Sir, we were told to inform the front desk of our arrival and give you the guest name." I explained calmly while gripping Jess' waist tightly.

"Okay, let me check that."

About ten minutes later we were on our way up to room 1001. Slowly but surely the knots in my stomach began to tighten. This was it. My heart beat was regulated by the steps I took. I could barely hear myself think.

"1009, 1007, 1005, 1003… ok this is it Ana."

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