I wrote this story for my cousin and it is a work in progress. As most competant girls she is in love with Robert Pattinson a.k.a. Edward Cullen, and becasue I'm nice I relented and decided writing a story was easier than buying her a birthday present.

For all the girls who daydream of the gorgeous Robert Pattinson, this is for you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Robert Pattinson :(

All the names have been changed in this story and obviously it's not real.

And . . . Stephanie Meyer owns all the sparkly vampires.

Chapter 1: Encounter

I wouldn't exactly call myself a slut. No, slut is just too harsh a word. I am ambitious when it comes to men. Yes, ambitious. If I like it, I go after it. So naturally when I found out he was going to be at the mall for autographs and a Q & A I had to go. He was a movie star after all . . . and I'm well, I'm just very attracted to hot successful men. He never knew what hit him. (Okay that was a lie.)

Leah, my older sister was having one of her tantrums again. I rolled my eyes. Seriously, if she thought her boyfriend was so horrible why didn't she just dump him? She was pretty. Most of the guys we knew lusted after her clueless butt and seemed to find her everywhere we went. So I wasn't surprised at all to find Brad, a.k.a. the father of all man whores, here at the mall. I can't believe I actually made out with him! And some other stuff . . .

"Lee, shut up!" I shouted and walked away from her. If she had gotten out of bed when she was supposed to and hadn't slept the morning away we wouldn't have been given the last set of bracelets. I swear if I don't get to see him I am going to kill my sister. And I wouldn't even feel that bad either.

Now she was pissed because her boyfriend Blake was following her every move as usual. He was mad when she had even suggested on coming today, but she had already promised me. Technically I only needed her car. Mine had been totaled two months ago by one of my idiotic guy friends and now I was stuck relying on her for rides. Everything would be so much easier if she just let me drive her stupid car! She was so selfish. And conceited. And quite brainless to be frank.

I have no problem being frank.

"You know Leah, I could always take Blake's place." Brad the man whore wiggled his eyebrows at my sister suggestively and she groaned.

"No. What we need to do is hurry up and get stupid whatever his name is' autograph and get out of here! Allie, I have things to do!"

Like her boyfriend.

I ignored her whining and stood on my tiptoes to see over the crowd of people. This really did suck. I may be tall but it didn't work to my advantage all the way in the back of the crowd. How was Mr. Gorgeous supposed to see me from all the way back here?

"Allie! Seriously!"

"Life's rough." I responded coolly and that seemed to shut her up.

"Who is this guy anyway?" Brad asked and tried to hold my hand. I smacked his hand and then moved to stand on the other side of my sister. Let him attack her.

Leah decided to answer him because I wasn't talking to him. "Only like the hottest thing since Channing Tatum." She picked at her nails.

"Who?"

"You are kidding me right?"

"No." He smiled his big goofy smile which I used to think was hot. I cringed and shuddered all in the same moment. "Enlighten me."

"Channing Tatum is just hot." Leah said tiredly and leaned into my back. I was four inches taller than my petite 5'2 sister. She was a brunette and I was a natural blonde . . . kind of. Dyeing your hair dark makes it really hard to get back to your natural shade of dirty blonde without growing it all out. My recommendation is to just not. Right now Leah has caramel highlights and she looks like a chocolate zebra. A good look for her . . . tee hee.

"And this guy is just yummy." Leah laughed softly.

"Can't rape the willing." I smiled wickedly over my shoulder and Leah's mouth fell open.

"So you're here to get in his pants?" She accused in that motherly tone I hated with a passion and then did a double take. "Hey! That's my saying!"

I shrugged and looked back at the stage. He would be out any minute.

"And what makes you think he would want you? There are five hundred other screaming pretty girls," She paused and laughed. "Myself included that he can choose from. What makes you so special?"

"Well you have a boyfriend and I'm not a whore."

"And I am? Excuse me, but aren't you the one who got with Brad when you knew he was talking to me?"

"And Bethany." I reminded her, cringing at the embarrassing memory.

"And Bethany!"

"Hey girls, there is enough of me to go around." Brad laughed arrogantly and slung his arm around my shoulder. He wasn't even sorry that he had played the three of us. Man whore.

I pushed him away. His touch made me want to puke up my Lucky Charms. "Brad, no one wants you. Maybe you should consider switching teams since you only seem to strike out."

Leah snickered.

Brad seized my waist and began hauling out of the excited crowd. "Allie, that's mean." He laughed and I felt his hands roam up my shirt. Oh, that boy was so dead.

"BRAD! LET ME GO!" I shrieked and I swear everyone in the stinking mall went silent and the crowd turned to us, completely ignoring the god who had just walked out on the stage.

Brad released me and I fixed my shirt. Flushed and laughing nervously I waved toward the stage but the people closest to me continued to stare.

I glared at the stage and felt Leah wrap her arm around my shoulder. "Brad is a jerk."

I gritted my teeth. "I believe I have a better word. How about—"

Leah slapped her hand over my mouth and leaned up into my ear. "Just forget about him and focus your attention on the mega hottie on stage."

Robert Pattinson ran his hand through his hair, his gorgeous toffee colored hair, and laughed nervously with his eyes fixed toward the back of the crowd. Wow, how great is this? I'm making a fool of myself and he's actually paying attention! I groaned and buried my face in my hands.

"He isn't looking at you, Allie." Leah laughed and gave my shoulder another squeeze. Logically I knew she was right,

My head snapped back up when he finally spoke. His voice was so sexy it made my knees knock together and I swear if Leah wasn't gripping my shoulder so tightly I would have melted into a puddle on the floor. Somehow the British thing he had going mixed with the velvet tone just made women swoon. Like even the old ones.

"Hey." With that one little word he had the crowd screaming again and he laughed nervously. Everything was a blur, but I remember there being a questionnaire and that was it. His voice had me mesmerized and Leah seemed to be suffering from the same problem. The signing was next and my heart was pounding in my ears and we both watched dumbly as everyone migrated to the food court where they were holding it. Since Leah had taken so freaking long to do her hair we were in the last group out of five hundred people. But at least we were going to meet him. Leah was the first to wake up when a girl's purse knocked into her head. I was surprised she didn't use any profanity or chase after the girl. She was actually unusually quiet and nudged me along to follow the crowd.

Brad had fled. Jerk. I was grateful that he was no longer breathing down our necks and doing everything he could to grope us before we could say anything intelligible.

We made our way to the very back of the line and stood among the chattering girls saying nothing to each other. I knew what was going through my sister's head. I had seen her fall in love hardcore before and right now she was processing the best way she could get what she wanted. Yes, we were a little spoiled. Leah always got what she wanted, but so did I. This was going to become a problem.

We moved forward slowly. So slowly that I am sure my hair grew a good two inches. And I was getting hungry. One bowl of Lucky Charms only lasts a good two hours and it had been a two hour drive just to get to King of Prussia. A half hour later Leah was still staring intently on the back of the cheery blonde in front of us. I was getting worried. So worried. And I was still starving.

Then I remembered I had a pack of Pezz in my purse. Don't ask me why, they were just in there. I was suddenly very thankful I had given into my childish craving and had bought the candy yesterday. Leah shook her head when I very politely offered her some and then I devoured three packs.

Now I was thirsty.

An hour and a half later we could actually see the table they had him stationed at, signing and taking pictures with his fans. I was relieved to find I had remembered my camera. Time was passing too slowly now. I had begun tapping my foot and annoying the hell out of the people in front of us. Like I cared. Leah was still silent with her big brown eyes, which were identical to my own, staring at nothing in particular and a little evil smile lacing her lips. Oh goodness. She was worrying me to death and that did not help with the scowling.

By the time we did get up to the table I was wearing the horrible scowl and Leah had replaced her evil conniving smile with an angelic, sweet, and innocent one. Yeah. Okay. I rubbed my cheeks to try and relax the muscles but it was no use; I was in a black mood and poor Robert Pattinson was about to get his head bitten off if he didn't give me what I wanted. What was it that I wanted exactly? Hmm . . .

Oh, right. I wanted him. How easily I forget such a simple and sexy thing.

Leah was in front of me being very flirtatious and he was totally looking down her shirt. My sister has been blessed with DD's I on the other hand . . . well, we will see in time. I have until I'm like twenty-two. That's when they stop growing and there is only so much a push-up bra can do.

Grow boobs grow!

"What's your name?" Rob the hot god asked.

"Leah. L. E. A. H." Purred my sister the slut. She had a boyfriend. What the hell!

"That is a pretty name." He signed one of his photos with a flourish and handed it to her with a crooked smile. My stomach dropped. "Do you want a picture?"

"Sure." Leah flashed me sweet smile (which I did not buy, just so you know) and addressed her little, baby sister in a very degrading voice. "Do you mind taking a picture of us, Al?"

I was still scowling as I reached into my purse and pulled out the camera. Instead of her just standing in front of the table and him leaning in like he had done with all of the other fans, he got up, walked around the table, and wrapped his arm around her waist.

Oh, you do not know how tempted I was just to cut her out of the picture completely. But I didn't. Beacause I'm nice. Not to mention she'd kill me after they were developed. I snapped it twice and held it out to Leah. It was my turn and I might as well not be in the middle of bickering with my sister while I woo him. Yes, I said woo.

Rob did wrap his arm lightly around my shoulder as Leah took a couple of snaps. I was relieved to find that I remembered to smile. He stepped back and took his seat, flashing me a heart melting smile.

Just as Rob opened his mouth I felt an unwanted arm wrap around my waist. "Hey baby, I got you water and a salad."

Brad. Freaking Brad.

Rob's smile froze and he coughed as I dropped my purse and phone on the table before turning and slugging Brad right in the gut. "I am not your baby." I hissed. "Nor will I ever be your baby. I swear Brad if you ever touch me again I will get my cousins to personally take you out for rape. They are cops and they have no problem protecting us girls."

I turned back to the table and saw Rob's twisted face; he was trying not to laugh.

"Remind me never to mess with you. What's your name, love?"

Oh crap, he called me 'love'. My knees practically buckled but Leah, as if knowing what was going on, linked arms with me and saved me. Sometimes having a sister was a good thing . . . unless of course they are planning to steal your almost man away.

"Allie." I choked and watched him sign the picture. He held it out and I managed a weak 'thank you' before snatching up my purse and walking away from the table, following the all too smug Leah.

So, review if you think it's okay . . . I hear reveiws tend to spur the creativity in a writer. Also if you have any ideas I am open for suggestions, for example, changing POV's. Rating might change later depending on content. So be warned, but for now nothing more than a little upcoming language to worry about.

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M. Todd