Kristen's stomach dropped as she came to the realization that she had officially had too much to drink. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady her focus, but it didn't seem to help. A bunch of them had decided to go to the bar after a long day of filming, and though she was 21 yet, Kristen rarely had a problem getting served. She looked around the table and smiled, trying to join a conversation but her head was swimming and she felt incredibly thirsty all of a sudden.

"You okay?" Rob asked, laughing slightly.

Kristen nodded. "Yeah. Fine. Could use a glass of water though," she slurred.

Rob smirked and slid out of his chair, promptly bringing back a large glass of icy cold water and placing it in front of her.

"Bottoms up," Rob said, sitting back down. He watched as Kristen practically downed the whole thing. Much better, she thought.

"You want to get from fresh air?" Rob asked, his accent so thick it was almost irresistible.

Kristen nodded and they walked outside. She instinctively pulled out a cigarette and they both stood there, swaying slightly, smoking in silence.

"Tell me something," Rob said finally.

"What?" Kristen asked. Her voice sounded far away.

"Why didn't you come home with me the other night?"

Kristen blinked a few times, trying to string together a sentence in her head. "Uh, well…I was waiting for Dakota."

"Yes, I know, but why?"

Kristen shrugged. "Because I told her I was gonna," she said, blowing smoke out into the air over her head.

Rob took a step toward her. "Do you do everything Dakota says?" He smiled.

Kristen raised her eyebrows at him. "No," she said slowly, surveying the space between them.

"Well, I think you do," he said. He took another step toward her. He was only inches away now and she could smell the familiar, musky scent of his cologne.

"Well, I don't," she replied.

He smiled and looked at her, admiring how beautiful she is. "You know," he said. "I would really like for you to spend the night with me."

Kristen giggled. "Would you really like that, Rob?" she asked, mimicking him.

Rob bit his lip. "Yes. I would really fucking like it."

Kristen took a deep breath. She felt extremely drunk and the idea of going home with Rob was very appealing. But then, Dakota popped into her head and their moments together only a few nights ago in her bed.

"Well, we'll have to see about that," she said.

"C'mon, why not? What else have you got to do?"

Kristen looked up at him, her eyes dragging across his face – his chiselled jaw line, dark lips, his scruffy chin. He really was quite good looking.

"I'm not that kind of girl," she said, taking a final drag off her cigarette.

"Oh, fuck off," he said, tossing his cigarette onto the street. "You and I both know you fucking are," he grabbed her waist and laughed. Kristen yelped and pulled away, hiding a smile.

"You're just trying to take advantage of me because I'm drunk," she said.

"Is that what you think of me?" he asked, smiling.

She looked at him for a moment. "Take me on a date," she said.

"A date? Right now?" he asked, surprised.

"No. Tomorrow. Take me on a date tomorrow and then we'll see."

"Oh, I see," Rob said, opening the door for them. "Now you want to go on a date. Before it was all fun and games, but now…"

She shoved him playfully. "Shut up. Are you going to take me out or what?"

"Alright," he said. "I will take you out on a date. But I have to warn you about something," he added.

"Oh, what's that?" Kristen asked.

"It may be the best date you've ever been on." He smiled.

Kristen rolled her eyes. "I'll be the judge of that."

They both laughed as they got back to the table, sitting down. Rob leaned into her and whispered in her ear "You're driving me absolutely mad, do you know that?"

Kristen kept a straight face, looking over at him. "Yes," she said, flicking her eyebrows and biting her lip softly, letting it slide out from under her teeth, before turning away from him and chatting with the person next to her.

Rob sat back, a crooked smile on his face. He shook his head, laughing to himself, before getting up to grab another beer. By the time he got back from the crowded bar area, Kristen was gone. He grabbed his phone to message her, but noticed she had beaten him to it:

Kristen: Had to go. I'm serious about the date. Pick somewhere nice. Call me tomorrow xx –K

Rob took a deep breath, shoving his phone back into his pocket and continuing the rest of the night, his thoughts constantly filled with Kristen.

The next afternoon, Rob had another text from Kristen.

Kristen: Hey you. I had fun last night – feeling a little rough today though. Ugh! But, I have to cancel our "date" tonight. Sorry Have to reshoot some stuff…fucking sucks. I'm having people over tomorrow though. You better be there. Bring whoever. I'll call you. Xo –K

Rob sighed, running his hands through his hair. He was beginning to think that maybe him and Kristen were finally going to get things going between us, but she was apt to blow him off like this. But, what could he do? She had to work, and he understood that. He wrote back quickly:

Rob: No worries. Rain check? I'll be over tomorrow, and I'll bring half of L.A. Hope you have room.

She replied a few minutes later.

Kristen: Ha. Yeah right. You have like 3 friends…and I'm one of them.

Rob: Bitch.

Kristen:

Rob: Sorry, that was harsh. I'm just bitter cuz it's true haha. Talk to you later.

Kristen: Can't wait. ;)

Rob put his phone back in his pocket, threw a cap over his messy hair, and sauntered out the door, feeling rather pleased with himself.

Later that night, Rob was surprised when he heard a knock at his door. He opened it, a smile instantly spreading across his face.

"Hello," he said.

Kristen smiled. "Hi," she said softly.

They moved inside and went into the living room.

"To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" Rob asked.

"I got off early. And I felt bad about cancelling our date, or whatever, so I thought I'd drop by and…"

"And what?" Rob asked.

Kristen looked up at him, her heart beating fast. "Okay, so, I know we've, like, done this before, but I just thought maybe…" she moved toward him.

He looked at her, taking a deep breath. He leaned in and paused, waiting for a hesitation. But she met his lips quickly and they both wrapped their arms around each other. They were pressed so tightly against each other neither could hardly breathe. Rob picked her up and brought her to the sofa where they both laid down. Their breathing was heavy as they grabbed at each other. Kristen's heart raced but she suddenly felt like she had been punched in the stomach.

This is wrong, she thought. This is so wrong.

She kept thinking about Dakota, and how different this felt with Rob. He pressed his rough face against her neck and she pushed his shoulders back.

"W-wait, wait," she said, taking a deep breath.

"What?" he asked. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, it's not that. I…we…I think we should stop," she said.

"Why?" he asked quickly.

"This just…this is not why I came over."

"Yes it is," he replied, smirking.

Kristen shook her head. "No, no. Really. I just…I felt bad and I thought I would come hang out."

"And you honestly thought something like this wouldn't happen?"

Kristen shifted underneath him. She said nothing, feeling slightly embarrassed. Of course she knew this would happen. Of course this is why she came over. But now she felt so fucking guilty…

"I should go," she said quickly, shuffling to get out from under him. He looked at her, confused, and sat back. She got to her feet and adjusted herself. She looked over at him, running her hand through her hair. "I'm sorry. I just…"

"It's okay," Rob said coolly. "You don't need to explain."

Kristen took a deep breath. "I know I'm kind of…all over the place right now. I'm just trying to…figure some things out."

Rob nodded. "Well, I am always happy to see you," he said. "Whether we make out or not."

Kristen smiled weakly. "So yeah. Tomorrow. Having a party. You're still coming right?"

"Yes," Rob said. "Of course."

"Good. Okay. Well, I'll see you then," she said.

Rob nodded. "Goodnight Kristen," he said, a slightly tone of amusement in his voice.

"Goodnight," she said sweetly. She smiled at him and walked to the door. He followed her.

"Don't I get a goodnight kiss?" he asked.

"I think you've have enough kissing to last you the night," she said.

"You know," he said quickly. "I am beginning to miss those days before you left do The Runaways."

Kristen frowned. "And which days were those?" she asked.

"The days were you would sneak into my trailer and wait for me and I would sneak off set and we'd...well, you know…" he trailed off.

Kristen blushed, remembering. "Oh, those days. Yeah, I don't do that anymore." She chuckled.

"May I ask why not?"

She looked at the ground and shuffled her feet. "Things are just…different now."

"Are they?"

She looked back up at him. "Yes," she said.

"Okay," he replied, nodding. "I get it. But, if you were to sneak in here and take all your clothes off and wait for me…well, I wouldn't be upset."

Kristen smacked his arm. "Shut up," she said. "I have to go now," she turned on her heels but he grabbed her arm, pulling her into a hug.

"You really do drive me mad," he said, kissing her forehead.

"I'm not trying to," she said weakly.

He laughed. "Yes you are," he replied.

She looked up at him, hiding a smile.

"But I don't so much mind it, really," he said. "Because I'd rather have you drive me mad rather than someone else," he smirked.

Kristen swallowed hard, smiling to cover up the feeling of guilt that rushed over her again. "You're weird," she said, pulling away.

"Call me, yeah?" Rob said as she opened the door.

Kristen nodded, smiling slightly, before stepping out the door and shutting it behind her.

She was in way over her head and trying way to hard to keep afloat. She shook her head, pulling out a cigarette and got into her car.

Whatever, she thought. This is all purely casual.

But somehow she knew that she may be playing with fire.