CHAPTER 2
Here it is, Chapter 2. Let's you know a little more about Rob, and his relationship with Kristen. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Robert Pattinson, or Kristen Stewart. I've never met them, and this is just how I see them fit for the story.
(Roberts Point of View)
I was sitting in the cab, thinking about the girl that just saved my ass from a mob of fan girls and paps, when the cab pulled up to my hotel. She had been, fascinating. I hadn't met anyone like her before, since Twilight of course. She helped me, and she didn't expect anything in return. She was shy, but outspoken. I could tell she knew who I was, but she didn't freak out, like other girls seemed to do. She looked fairly young, but she was living on her own. What was she doing in Vancouver; she had told me she wasn't from here. She was from an Island on the other side of Canada.
She had looked about ready to take my head off, when I knocked her over, before I apologized. She hadn't even looked at me. I helped her up, and she situated herself, brushing the dirt off. At that moment, I thought she was one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen. She looked 'real', she had on jeans and a t-shirt, and hadn't any makeup on. She didn't need it, she was beautiful without it.
I told her I was going to make it up to her tonight, at the bar. Buy her a few drinks, and talk. My heart started beating at the thought of getting to spend more time with her, and I was smiling like mad.
I got out of the cab, and went up to my room, texting Kristen while waiting in the Elevator.
'At the hotel, babe. Going to my room first to shower. See you in the lobby in 20 minutes.'
She texted back, 'k'.
I went straight to the shower, thinking of the girl. The way she hid her face behind her hair when she was shy, the way her eyes widened when I dazzled her. I chuckled, I dazzled her. Setting the water a little hotter than usual. I washed my body and hair, and got out. Dressed in a pair of black slacks and a navy button up shirt and left the few buttons on top undone, and put on my sneakers. I looked at the clock, I had 7 minutes to meet Kristen downstairs, I grabbed my black jacket, cell, and wallet, then made my way downstairs.
I had to wait for Kristen about 5 minutes before she walked out of the elevator. She was always late, not caring about anyone else. She walked up to me, and I kissed her chastely so no one would notice. She was wearing a pair of black jeans, and a red plaid button up shirt, 'God forbid that she actually dress up'. She wore dark makeup that made her eyes pop, but really didn't suit the dark circles under her eyes.
"Hey," she said. "Are you ready?"
'I've been ready,' I thought then said: "Yes, where do you want go?"
"This restaurant called Beyond," she told me. "I hear there's good food, and they don't let paps in, and we can get a table at the back away from any windows. Then all we have to worry about is the Twihard idiots that are eating there, or working there."
"Sounds good," I tell her and walk out the door ahead of her, so that the paps don't get a picture of us so close since Summit didn't want anyone to know about our relationship but yet every magazine was writing about it.
We get in a cab, and she takes my hand, and I kiss it, "How was your day off?" I asked.
She shrugged, "Boring."
"I had quite an eventful day, I got chased by a mob, and some stranger saved me," I told her.
She laughs, "Did the bitch want sex in return for saving you?" she looked amused.
I grimaced; I didn't like her calling the girl that, I felt oddly protective.
"Actually, she didn't expect anything, she brought me to her apartment offered me a drink, and called me a cab," I left out being pressed together between the buildings, how much I had wanted to taste her and how I couldn't help but touch her, and when I went to leave, I couldn't stop myself from pressing my lips to her skin. Though, I did kiss her hand instead of her lips, like my body was screaming at me to do.
Kristen kissed me hard and said: "I'm glad you're alright, I'm going to have to thank her. What's her name?"
"Ummm… you know, I didn't even ask her." I said. "… Something, Conway?"
"That was nice of you," she laughed. "Not even get the name of your savior."
I chuckled: "I guess not."
I wouldn't bother telling Kristen that I was meeting her tonight; I'd call Jackson later and ask if he wanted to go out.
Out of no where, Kristen started moving her hand up my thigh, and kissed my neck. I groaned when she lightly squeezed me.
"I hate having to hide us," she said. "I want to be able to take you to my room, and fuck you until you can't anymore. I miss feeling you inside me."
I closed my eyes as she rubbed me through my pants, then I thought of the girl that helped me. My eyes shot open, and I looked into Kristen's eyes, trying to see her, but all I saw was that girl. I groaned out of frustration, and Kristen giggled. Probably thinking that, I was groaning out of sexual frustration for her. I loved Kristen; at least I thought I did. Then why was I thinking of some other girl while she touched me, why did I want that girl to be touching me instead of Kristen.
I sighed and grabbed Kristen's wrists, growling: "Doing that here isn't such a good idea, dear."
I pressed my lips against hers hungrily, I could feel the discomfort my jeans were causing me, and Kristen was aware of it too. Little did she know, it wasn't because of her. I pulled away quickly when the cab pulled into the restaurant and got out, waiting for Kristen to get out after me. She came out looking smug, and winked at me, then walked ahead of into the restaurant.
The hostess greeted us, and we told her we wanted a private table for two. She brought us into the back to a booth in the corner that was slightly covered by a plant. We sat down, and she told us our waitress' name, which was Sarah, stared at me for a moment, she seemed like she was fighting a battle within herself and then walked away. Kristen rolled her eyes and muttered something about '..ugly bitch… I'll take her eyes out'. A few minutes later, a petite woman walked up to our table introducing herself as Sarah, and asked what we would like to drink, and passed us our menus.
I ordered a Heineken, and Kristen asked for Soda.
"Could she be anymore pathetic," Kristen snickered. "She was drooling over you."
I shrugged: "I didn't notice, I thought she was quite professional."
"She so was, it wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't so ugly," she said. "Let me guess, you didn't even notice the hostess trying not to attack you either? It's sad how all these plain girls, drool over you, thinking that they have any chance what so ever with you, if they just smile at you right."
I glared at her but didn't say anything. She could be so rude at times, she was full of herself. She always complained about her fans as well, wishing bad things upon them. I always thought she was arrogant. Her fans are the reason for her success, but I was guilty as well, I wasn't any better than her.
The waitress came back with our drinks and set them on the table, and asked if we were ready to order.
"I'll have the Vegetable Yakisoba with the chicken," Kristen told the waitress looking over the menu.
I look at my menu, and order: "The beer battered Halibut and Chips, please."
She smiled sweetly at Kristen and I, then turned around and walked towards the kitchen. Kristen took a taste of her soda, and all but spat it out across the table at me.
I chuckled and drank my beer: "You okay?"
"Taste like water," she said pushing her glass away.
"Be nice, Kris," I told her.
She grimaced again: "You can be such a pain, Rob."
"I just don't like it when you're rude," I told her and she sighed.
"Not like you're so great, Rob," she muttered under her breath, I pretended I didn't hear it.
Shortly after, the waitress came back, with our food, and asked if we needed anything else.
"My soda is watered down, I would like a glass of wine instead," she said crossly.
The waitress smiled at her: "I'm sorry, let me take that back. What kind would you like, Miss?"
"Anything white, Mastroberardino preferably."
"I'll be right back," the waitress took the glass of Soda and came back within minutes with a glass of white wine.
Kristen took it without looking at her, nor thanking her. I looked up at the waitress, and thanked her: "Thank you." I smiled my best crooked smile and pulled my hand through my hair.
She went red, and I couldn't help but chuckle, and Kristen growled: "Down, kitten," I said.
She glared at me, fuming.
We ate quietly; Kristen kept giving me cold looks. I ignored her. She was really beginning to seriously piss me off with her attitude. It was like she was all sweet and shy, and stunning until she got me. Then she turned into this evil bitch. But I still loved her, she was my friend, wait, no, she was my lover. She was there for me, and understood what the industry put me through; she was in it with me. I couldn't blame her for being like this; she'd been in this longer than I have, since she was a child. I could only imagine how hard it had been for her. I was crumbling with only a few years of this under my belt.
We finished eating, and I looked at the clock, it was 2:30pm. I sighed; time was going so slow now. Just because I was looking forward to going to 'The Landmark,' and getting to see Lindsay. I tapped my foot impatiently, while the waitress gave us our bill, I laid the money down on the table with her tip, grabbed Kris's hand and lead the way to a cab.
"What's your damn problem!?" she asked.
"I just want to get out of here," I said pulling my fingers through my hair impatiently.
She looked confused for a minute, but then smirked and got in the cab after me, immediately after the door was closed, she had her hand on my groin, massaging me through my pants, and kissing my neck. I moaned, and pushed her away.
"No, Kris," I told her.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" she yelled. "You're acting so weird! You're usually right there with me making fun of the fucking pathetic people that grovel at our feet!"
I looked at her; I could feel the anger rising up in me, causing my blood to boil, she had no respect for anyone: "Ever stop to think, that maybe, they are actually fucking decent people that don't deserve to be treated like that?"
"Who fucking cares, Rob? I don't. They don't care when I can't even go to lunch without the entire world knowing what I had the next day! They don't care for my privacy, I don't care for them!" she yelled, turning red in the face.
"Not everyone is like that Kristen!"
"Robert, I…. does it look like I fucking care?"
"No," I said, "You don't care. But you should try being a little nicer towards people Kristen."
"Whatever," she said, and turned away and looked out the window.
I sighed, she was right; I'm just as bad as her. I made fun of my fans. I was cruel to them, I ignored them, hated them. They made my life living hell, and I blamed it all on them. I wanted my peace, I wanted to be able to do what I love, and still have my life. They took everything away from me, and Summit had been keeping me in lock down, and that made me hate them even more. I slowly started to turn into a stranger, which I didn't recognize. My family didn't recognize.
The cab pulled up to our hotel, and we got out, I walked behind Kristen, who stomped her way through the hotel doors and into the elevator. I saved myself the trouble of riding up with her, and took the stairs. I couldn't deal with her right now. She was something, which I didn't want to be. Someone that, somewhat molded me into the hateful person I was now, but I still couldn't blame her. It wasn't her fault, for how she is.
I made it to my room, went out on the balcony and lit a long awaited for smoke. I took a long draw, and savored it, it settled my nerves, and then I exhaled slowly. Even though Kristen had turned into a bitch, she was still a person that was really important to me, she didn't chose this, it chose her, and it turned her into who she was now, but sometime, the girl she was came out around me, and I loved her. How I loved her, I wasn't to sure about, did I love her as a friend or was it something more.
All I knew was that I shouldn't of been confused over this, and that in a few hours, one girl that I didn't even know the name of, managed to turn my world upside down. Her kindness had awakened the Rob, which had been missing for so many months. The Rob, that was from London, England. Not the movie star, corrupted by the limelight.
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Hope you enjoyed guys; it's a little shorter than I wanted to be.
I'll try to make the next one longer, it just seemed right to stop there.
Please, review, I'm looking forward to them. :)
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