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This story just hit me, and I thought it would be sort of cool so I tried it.

I don't own Twilight.

I stared at the pretty girl as I walked into the restaurant.

This girl was about average. She had only been in one or two movies, both small earners.

Her fingers twirled at the ends of her bleached hair, trying to act flirtatious.

"Hey, Eddiepooh, let's go sit at that table," she said, her voice thick with trying to be "sexy." It was not working.

"My name is Edward, not Eddiepooh, understand?" I told her seriously.

She brushed it off and pulled at my hand, ignoring my comment.

It was going to be just another date. I had met this girl at the last Oscar party. That day, I had won an award for best actor. In fact, it was my 5th one.

She had been throwing herself into the groups of famous people, trying to gain popularity. The groups slowly moved away as she approached.

I had accidentally bumped into her on my way out of the bathroom. To me it felt that somehow she had managed to stage this, but she immediately fell backward onto the floor and crying about how she had hurt her leg or something.

I went over to her and tried to help.

"Now, since you hurt me, you have to go out with me," she said. "Or you will be always responsible."

It really made no sense on how hurting her had to result in having to go out with her, but she whined and complained so much I let in in the end, just to get away from her.

I just said, "Okay." And then left, leaving nothing, hoping she would forget.

The next morning I was awoken at 6:30 by a phone call. From her.

"Hey Eddiepooh!"She screamed into my ear.

Cringing, I held the phone away a little. I had been at a party last night. She really expected me to be awake at 6?

"How'd you get my number?" I asked half-asleep.

"The phone book, silly! Everybody knows that you are THE Edward Cullen! Well, how 'bout I meet you at La Italiana on Friday?"

"Fine," I said, not really paying attention. My mind was still in dream land, and I wanted to hang up as soon as possible for my body to get back there, too.

"Thanks, Eddiepooh! Bye!"

"Eddie, Eddie? Are you listening to me?" the girl asked.

She was so dull. She had been chatting about some celebrity gossip, which wasn't very entertaining when you were a celebrity yourself.

"Yeah, of course, Rita," I flashed her a smile as my brain thought of ways to entertain myself when I was with this girl.

"It's Raine," she said, actually pausing for a second, before launching a story about how she had an accident involving a dog and whipped cheese. I really didn't want to know.

Gosh! I would have my bodyguard Dan answer the next time she called and say that I had accidentally ingested shaving cream that I thought was whipped cream and ended up in the hospital for a 2-month-stay with NO VISITORS!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wondered about how much she would really believe. Then again maybe I really didn't want to know.

At that moment, I was saved by the paparazzi. It sounded strange, but for once I was glad they were there.

"Hey, Edward, look over here!" One photographer shouted as he flashed his camera toward me.

The restaurant became crowded as reporters stormed in, followed by fan girls.

"OMG! Edward! Can I have your autograph?!!!" one blonde cheerleader-type shouted.

I turned around to my date for the evening and said (as I had already forgotten her name again), "Sweetie, I have to go now. I'll see you later, okay?"

She simply nodded and smiled flirtatiously to the camera.

Disgusted, I followed Dan as he pushed his way past the crowd. We reached the limo and he held open the door for me as I gratefully climbed in. I sat and rested my elbow on the door handle, holding the bridge of my nose between my fingers.

"Another tough day. You should have never gone out with that girl. She probably called the press to say that she was having a date," Dan said to me.

"Yes, next time a girl calls at 6 in the morning, you are picking it up and saying that I'm dead," Dan replied.

"Well, knowing her, she would sell the news and brag about how she was the last person you went out with and how she would never go out with another person after your death, then turn around and hook up with a hunk with the same brains as her the next day," Dan replied.

"Well, if she did, I would have a lot of explaining to do--"

The car lurched to a sudden stop, and I was thrown out of my seat.

"Edward!" I heard my chauffer shout from the front of the limo. I heard the front door open. "I hit a girl!"

I jumped out of the car to follow the driver. No, not another stupid fan girl that would kill herself to get my attention.

I ran to the front of the car and looked down.

At my feet, bleeding and unconscious, was the most beautiful girl I had seen in my life.

I have no idea where I'm going with this story, so please review and tell me your ideas!

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