A/N: I honestly can't believe I'm writing about Robert Pattinson again. I'm turning into such the fan girl lol I can't help it! As with my other stories this one was inspired by a dream. The title, which is still subject to change, is inspired by the Pink Floyd song.

This is my first time working on two stories simultaneously so I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update each so just don't rush me!

KPOV

The sound was deafening, thousands of 13 year old girls screaming all around me. The short one bouncing up and down next to me was my only reason for being here. She had begged me to bring her to this madhouse and since she's my sister and I love her I had agreed. I'd had no idea what I was getting myself into.

We'd actually slept at the damn mall the night prior to this and now, six hours later, we were still waiting to meet the cast of Twilight. I failed to see the importance, but my sister, Sara, acted as if this was the second coming of Jesus Christ himself.

I swear our parents had us ten years apart for this very reason. As soon as Sara hit her teens just a couple months ago mom and dad became the epitome of uncool, but I was still young enough to be awesome. So naturally it was me she came to for stuff like this. Oh joy! Man, was she lucky I love her. I certainly wouldn't do this for anyone else.

"Oh my god, Kris, there's only like five more people in front of us now!" she squealed.

I smiled excitedly, to appear happy for her, but truly just being happy to get the hell out of there. Six hours of screaming over fictional characters was about all I could take.

When we were just two more people away from the cast Sara grabbed my hand and beamed up at me. She was growing like crazy, becoming more womanly everyday, but she was still a good six inches shorter than me.

"Hey, I dare you to give Robert Pattinson your number." she winked.

I rolled my eyes. "You're the one in love with him, give him your own number."

"Ugh, I can't." she sighed. "I'm just a kid, he wouldn't be interested. Come on, do it. Let's see if he calls. It'd be a great story to tell me friends either way. 'Hey guys, my sister is so awesome she gave Robert Pattinson her number.' Pleeeease" she pouted and made sad puppy eyes at me. That always broke me.

"Fine! Which one is he?"

"Do you live under a rock?" she soughed. "He's the one on the very end, looking all dreamy and what not."

"Ok, if I do this and he calls then I never have to bring you to another one of these damn things." We shook on it, sealing the deal.

Finally it was our turn. Sara went ahead of me, stopping in front of each of the six cast members so they could sign her poster. I followed with a poster Sara had giving me. I still didn't understand the big deal. They just looked like a bunch of typical 20-somethings much like myself. Big whoop.

Sara made it to the end of the table and was blushing wildly as that Robert Pattinson spoke to her. How cute. My turn now I guess. I laid down the poster right in front of him. He smiled up at me, disheveled bronze hair falling in his face. Okay, so maybe he was kind of cute.

"I think you're the calmest person I've met all day." He laughed, stunning me with a beautiful British accent.

"Sorry, I'm just not feeling the urge to scream in your face. Words seem like a more human approach. I'm Kris, with a K, by the way." I stuck my hand out to him. He hesitated before shaking in, like he wasn't used such a gesture.

"Yes, actual words are a nice change of pace. So Kris with a K, what's that short for? Kristal? Kristen?"

"Kristina actually. Yeah, my parents spelled it unusually." I shrugged.

"Well you seem like an unusual girl."

"You have no idea." I winked. "I could go on about being unusual all day, but if I don't move soon rabid teenage girls are going to attack me." I flipped over the poster he had autographed, wrote my name and number on it and pushed it back to him. "Call me when you're done here, we can talk more, you know with words. And I expect my poster back then too." I turned and grabbed Sara to walk away before he could stammer together a response. Bet he didn't get that everyday.