A/N: This is my first real story, so I hope you all like it! Whether or not you do, please review, to give constructive criticism and tell me what you thought!

~J xoxo

Disclaimer: Although there are some sections and characters based on/from Twilight, I don't own the fantabulamazingly awesome series. *Sob*

RPOV:

Of three things, I was absolutely sure:

The dress I was wearing was hideously uncomfortable.

The shoes I was wearing were hideously uncomfortable.

The tingling sensations running up and down my left thigh were hideously uncomfortable.

The first two of these things made complete sense. I was at my movie's premiere, and I had to look gorgeous. And no one could deny that my strapless red Vera Wang dress and strappy, gold, L.A.M.B. stilettos were breathtakingly hot.

However, the third thing was unexpected, unsettling, and downright confusing!! It would have been fine for many alternate reasons: cut off circulation, an allergic reaction to my new mango body-wash, or most understandably, if the pinpricks of attraction were occurring on my right leg, the one that was pressed (very close) to my dreamy costar/boyfriend Jasper Whitlock. But no, they had to be on my left leg, the one that was just brushing with the leg of the man on the other side of me, Emmett McCarty, a.k.a. my best friend Alice Brandon's boyfriend.

WHY was my leg tingling?!? I couldn't like Emmett. I'd just met him, and we both were dating other people. Maybe it was an allergic reaction. I was so frustrated; I had no idea what to do. I contemplated going to the bathroom for a couple of minutes. It was my premiere, and it would be rude to leave, but to tell the truth, it was so dark that hardly anyone would even notice, let alone realize it was me. So I quickly stood up, and scooched down the aisle towards the exit. As I passed by Emmett, I did my best not to touch him, but my legs touched his knees for a fraction of a second as I passed by, and the tingling exploded all up and down my legs. The allergic reaction theory was getting less and less likely by the second. I quickly got through, and was just about to start walking down the stairs, when Alice hissed "Rose, where are you going?"

"To the bathroom," I whispered back.

"I'm coming!" Alice insisted. I didn't reply, I merely tiptoed down the steps, and looked expectantly behind me. Alice was waiting. We slipped out of the theater, and I squinted against the harsh light. We quickly walked to the bathroom, avoiding the eyes of the curious security guards.

I breathed a sigh of relief when we got into the bathroom. It was like my safe haven, with its pretty pink chairs and disposable cheap make-up. I collapsed into the most beat-up chair. For the past few weeks, whenever the tedious editing in the room down the hall had become too much for me, I would take refuge in the women's room, where I could have a few minutes of peace and quiet until one of the female staff members came looking for me.

Now however, with Alice, I wanted the privacy for a different reason. I needed her advice. Even though Emmett was her boyfriend, I knew she wouldn't get mad. She was just that kind of understanding friend. She would help me analyze my feelings, then she would help me get over my misplaced infatuation. Problem solved.

But as I opened my mouth to begin my explanation, I hesitated. Did I want to get over him? I didn't know. If I could feel tingles for someone I barely knew, then maybe I shouldn't be trying to get over him.

Before I could chicken out though, I opened my mouth again, and it all came spilling out. How I was so confused about how it made me feel. And about how I didn't know if I wanted to feel it or not. And how I was afraid to feel it, but I was more afraid to lose it. Alice listened patiently while I got out all my frustration. Then she said calmly, "Well, it seems like I have a little competition."

"Oh, no, Alice," I gasped. "I would never try to steal Emmett away from you. I just wanted your advice."

"I know," Alice laughed, "I was just teasing." I shot her a withering look. "That wasn't very nice." I said. "Well, neither is falling for my boyfriend." Alice shot back. "I know," I groaned. "But it's not like I wanted to. It was involuntary,"

"It's fine." Alice soothed me. "I understand. It's not your fault." I gave her a shaky smile. "Thanks Alice, you're the best friend ever."

"I know!!" Alice replied perkily. "That being said, ignore it for my next statement."

"Okayyy…" I said. I wasn't really sure what she was getting at, but I went along with it.

"I'm breaking up with Emmett." She said. "What?!? No! I mean, you can if you want to, but…but…no! You can't break up with your boyfriend because of my stupid mango allergy!"

"Okay, first of all, face it Rosalie, you like Emmett. Second of all, that's what I was talking about. I know I'm an awesome friend," I stuck my tongue out at her. "but I'm not breaking up with him because of you. Our parents set us up, and there was never really a connection. I've been thinking about it for a while, and now I'll feel less guilty."

I knew I shouldn't be feeling happy. My best friend in the whole wide world was planning on dumping her boyfriend. But I did feel happy. I felt happier than I remember feeling for a long time. In that one moment, I didn't have to worry about looking perfect, or my screaming fans, or the critical director. I was floating a million miles in the air, all my troubles tiny specks below me. Then I remembered Jasper, my boyfriend, and I crashed back down to reality.

A/N: Ooh, cliffy. Depending on how many reviews I get, maybe I'll update in a few days. If I get 10 reviews, I'll update on Wednesday. If I get 20, I'll update tomorrow. If I get 25, I'll update later today (but let me warn you, it will be a pretty short chapter!). For some reason, this story just doesn't flow out as well as my one-shot (If you haven't read it, check it out!). Maybe because I knew exactly where I was going with that…well, hopefully I'll be able to write more as I get more into this story. Anyway, don't forget to review if you want the update to be sooner!!

~J