Hungover

A/N: So how was chapter one? I hoped that you liked it! I only got a few reviews, and one was from Known as Jayk, who I kinda look up to as a Seth and Jake writer! I absolutely love his story! Also I got a lot of story alerts! So that was cool! So I want to give a special shout out to everyone that reviewed, story alerted, or added my stories to the favorites list! I love you all! And so yeah, here is chapter two! The song is Hungover by Kesha! Um…it is kind of a love song….but I just kinda used it for the title. Hahaha so like yeah. On with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything!

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Seth's POV

"Beep beep beep." My alarm sounded.

"Ugh! Make it stop!" I spoke into my pillow as I used it to cover my face.

"Beep beep beep." It continued.

"Ugh!" I groaned as I pushed the off button on the alarm.

I quickly sat up, and instantly began to regret the action. As I was now sitting in the bed, I felt queasy, nauseous, and I felt like I wanted to vomit. I had the biggest headache and even the smallest shimmer of light made me want to poke my eyes out.

"Ugh! Fucking hangovers!" I groaned as I slowly slipped out of my bed and out of my room and into the bathroom.

I turned on the sink and let the water run for a few seconds before splashing some on my face. It helped to wake me up, but the hangover remained. I let out another groan before exiting the bathroom and re-entering my own room.

I sat down on the edge of my bed, and looked at my night stand. I looked at the alarm clock that was sitting on it, and it was showing the numbers "9:48". I looked at the rest of the stuff on my night stand and saw that lady's card. If I remembered correctly she told me to call her at ten. Which was in twelve minutes. I picked up her card and began examining it.

"Rosalie Hale." I read aloud. "Manager….wow. What a description." I said sarcastically. I looked at the clock again.

"9:51" It displayed.

Maybe I should just call her early, and show her that I have a good work ethic.

I picked up my phone and dialed the number on the card. It only rang once before someone answered.

"Rosalie Hale speaking, now who the fuck is this?" She spoke quickly.

"Um…I'm Seth." I waited for a second, but she didn't say anything. "You gave me a job last night at a club?"

"Oh! It was Seth right?" She asked again.

"Yeah."

"You called me like five minutes early. Good job. Anyway, I need to get to the-what the fuck are you doing dumb ass!? Pay attention to the fucking road!" She yelled into the phone, which wasn't helping my current state. "Sorry about that, but idiots don't know how to fucking drive these days. Anyways, as I was saying. You are going to be working on set, just making sure that things will be running smoothly. So pretty much you will be doing maintenance. Got it?"

"Uh, yeah, I got it."

"Alright well I will send you the address for the filming site today, and I will need you to be there by one. Got it?"

"Alright, so I will see you there then."

"Mhm. Call me when you get there, bye." She said before hanging up.

Well, now I had like two hours to get ready. I figure that I would leave at twelve, just to be safe. You never know how fast you'll get somewhere in the big city, there was crazy traffic here.

Almost two hours later…..

I was now showered and ready to go to my first day of work. I had walked out into the living room of our apartment, when I saw a small cup and a note on the coffee table.

I picked up the glass, which had two Tylenol in it, and the note. It read:

Seth,

I know that this won't make the hangover go away, but it will help with the headache! Oh and a hint, wear sunglasses. It helps with the eyes. Have a bomb ass first day at work! See you later!

Love,

Leah

Aw, how sweet. I quickly went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and used it to swallow the two pills with ease. I then ran to my room and grabbed my sunglasses, wallet, cell phone, and iPod before running out the door.

I quickly placed the ear buds into each ear and pushed play, turning the volume up a bit before the song began.

Maybe I need some rehab
Or maybe just need some sleep
I got a sick obsession
I'm seeing it in my dreams
I'm looking down every alley
I'm making us desperate 'cause
I'm staying up all night hoping
Hitting my head against the wall

Your Love Is My Drug by Kesha began playing. I don't know why, but I loved this song. It just makes me want to dance...or exercise….or do something. I don't know. But I liked it.

I began smiling as I started walking, thinking how glad I am that I took Leah's advice about the sunglasses. I quickly hailed a cab and got inside. I was surprised that I got one so fast.

I told the driver the address that Rosalie had sent me and he began driving. As I suspected, we got stuck in traffic and it was 12:39 before we actually started moving again. Once we had gotten to the set, I paid the cab and quickly got out of the car and ran to where I saw cameras. I was running late by like five minutes. I had called Rosalie a few minutes ago and she said that she would be waiting for me by one of the actor's trailers. Luckily for me, all the trailers were lined up, and I saw Rosalie yelling at someone on the phone.

"Hey." I said, trying to catch my breath a little bit.

"Running a little late kid. We gotta walk and talk, follow me." She said as she began walking. "So, basically, we leave set at six. I assume that you want to have an easy first day right?"

"Uh…yes?" I answered a bit nervously.

"Alright, then stay by my side for the whole five hours that we are here. Your only work will to do what I tell you to do. So in turn, you will basically be running small errands. Got it?"

"Yeah. And thanks so much for getting me this job. I can't possibly say how-"

"No no no. I'm not the one to thank." She said with a small smile.

"Then who?" I asked curiously.

"Him." She said as she gestured towards someone sitting in a make-up chair.

There was a woman brushing his face with a make-up brush and he was just looking at himself in the big mirror.

"Is that….Jacob Black?" I asked.

"Yup, and he is the one that got you this job. So go say your 'thank you's and then meet me over there next to that mailing box." She pointed to the big blue mailbox before walking off.

I took in a deep breath before I began to approach the famous actor that, for some odd unknown reason, got me this job. I think he saw me in a mirror because as I got close enough to speak to him, a big grin spread across his face. He waved the make-up woman away with and turned in his chair.

"Hey." He smiled, his dimples showing clearly.

Oh my god, his smile was about to make me melt. I felt a tingle in my stomach, but I just assumed that it was because a celebrity was smiling at me. Not to mention that he was sexy as hell. But, from what I knew from reading some gossip magazines and watching some celebrity gossip shows, he was with Edward Cullen.

"I, uh, I just wanted to say thanks for getting me this job." I smiled.

"Oh, no problem. Think of it as my apology for last night." He said, still grinning.

"Last night?" I asked confused.

"Yeah, I bumped into you and spilt your drink on you."

Oh my God. That was him? I didn't even recognize him! And now I was feeling embarrassed, and my face was heating up. I could feel it.

"Oh, t-that was you? I didn't even realize it." I said nervously.

"Well it was kind of dark, so I don't blame you. But it is nice not to be recognized every once in awhile." He continued smiling.

"What are you doing?" A voice asked.

I turned my attention, and saw Edward Cullen approaching us. He sat in the make-up chair next to Jacob's.

"Shouldn't you be working?" He asked with an attitude.

"Oh, yeah, I was just um…leaving." I said, adverting my attention to the ground as I turned a walked away.

"Ugh, people these days." I heard him say again.

Wow. He seemed so nice in his interviews and in magazines. I guess looks can be deceiving. But Jacob seemed nice. I don't know though, maybe it is just because he was apologizing for the night before.

I found Rosalie, arguing on the phone again, by the mailbox.

"I don't give a fuck what day GQ wants; it is either the twenty-fifth take it or leave it! I'm sorry if my client is a busy career driven worker!" She said as she pushed the button on her blue tooth earpiece. "Sorry you had to hear that, I'm a nice person I swear. I just have to be a fierce ass bitch when I'm working." She said before walking again.

I took the hint and followed her around the set. She basically just walked around and yelled at people for not doing a good job, or for those who were doing their jobs; she yelled at them for not doing a good enough job.

At some points, we just stopped to watch the filming. It was exciting to actually watch the movie being made, rather than just seeing the finished product.

Before I knew it, it was close to six.

We were standing outside of one of the actor's trailer and Rosalie was yet again yelling on the phone. I was looking around as people were packing stuff away and moving things around. It was a bit surprising to see how things worked on set.

"Okay, wait out here. I will be right back." She said as she entered the trailer.

I took out my phone to text Leah and let her know that my first day was amazing. By the time that I was done typing and the message had sent, Rosalie was standing in the doorway of the trailer.

"Come here." She ordered, and I did as I was told. "Come inside. We need to ask you something very VERY important." She said, putting emphasis on the second very.

"Oh….okay?" I said confused as I stepped into the surprisingly roomy trailer. Rosalie closed the door behind me and walked in front of me and sat down on the couch, next to….Jacob Black. I could feel my eyes begin to go wide as I saw him smiling at me.

"Okay, well as I am sure you know, Jake here got you this job." She stated, and I nodded. "Well, now he wants to ask you something." She said with a small smirk.

I turned my attention from her to him and waited for him to speak. I was kinda exited and anxious to find out what the very important thing was!

"How do you like the job?" He asked simply, killing all excitement within me.

"Oh…um, it's cool. I really am grateful that you got it for me." I said with a smile.

"It's no big deal really." He smiled. Rosalie snickered and he gave her a playful punch on the arm.

Wonder what that was about. I pondered, but decided against voicing my curiosity.

"Well! Anyways!" Rosalie said as she rubbed her arm. "That wasn't the very important question."

I could feel the excitement rising inside of me again.

"Jake and I are inviting you to go out to eat with us! You know, as a welcome to the gang kinda thing." She smiled.

"Oh. Sounds fun." I smiled.

"So you wanna go?" Jacob asked sounding a bit eager.

"Sure."

"Alright, well, we are leaving right now, because well….I'm hungry." Rosalie said as she stood up, grabbed her Gucci handbag, "See you two in the car." She said as she exited the trailer.

"Well, we probably shouldn't keep her waiting. If I've learned anything from working with Rosalie all day, then I know that she doesn't like to wait." I chuckled before turning and beginning to walk away.

"Seth wait." He said as he stood and grabbed my arm.

I got butterflies in my belly when he said my name. But that wasn't something that I should be proud of, I mean he is with someone….someone who was wandering around the set right now. So this feeling needed to stop.

"Did you need something?" I asked , switching my attention between his face and his hand.

"I just….I think that I want your advice on something." He said, removing his hand from my arm and taking a single step forward.

I just nodded, "Well what is it?"

Another step.

"I really like someone."

Another step.

I nodded.

"He's cute, funny, and just seeing him makes me want to smile."

Another step.

I nodded again, "Okay."

"But I'm pretty sure that he doesn't know. And I'm also kinda stuck in a relationship that I am dying to get out of."

Another step. There was only a small space left in between us, and he moved a hand up to my face and rubbed my cheek with the back of his hand. I found myself leaning in to the touch, craving for more.

"But I only met him yesterday, so I want to take things slow. And only if he wants to be in a relationship." He went on. His hand had fell from my face, and found my hand, which it was now holding.

I found the warmth that was radiating off of his body comforting, calming, and safe.

"So Seth, just say the word, and Edward and I are done. Say you'll give me a chance and I'll call him and break it off right now." He said in a completely serious tone.

I could feel his breath on my face. I inhaled a deep breath and I could smell his sweet scent. But I had to think seriously right now….damn he smelled good.

UGH! SETH! SERIOUSNESS!

I think that I wanted this…and Jacob said that he would take it slow…and he said that it was up to me. But if I said that I wanted this then it would affect someone else to. I don't know how Edward felt about Jacob. But then again Jacob said that he didn't want to be in that relationship. Oh God!

"I'm so confused." I said honestly. "And being hungover isn't helping my situation." I turned my attention to our hands, which were interlocked.

I heard him laugh and looked back up at him, "You're hungover?"

I nodded, feeling embarrassed.

He just laughed again, "We can talk about it more later if you want."

"No. I….I think that I do want to try and be with you, but I want to get to know you, so can we just….be slow with it?" I asked, feeling my face heat up. I knew that I was blushing right now.

A wide smile spread across his face and he just nodded his head slowly, "Anything for you." He said as he squeezed my hands lightly. "I really want to kiss you right now." He admitted with a small shake of his head.

"Oh…that's okay because…I kinda sorta….want to kiss you too." I admitted.

With a small smile, he slowly leaned in and when his lips met mine, I practically melted into a puddle right then and there.

"What the FUCK!?" Someone yelled from the entranceway.

I quickly pushed away from Jacob and my heart was racing. I turned around, closing my eyes, praying that it wasn't who I thought it would be. And sure enough, when I opened my eyes I saw Edward Culled, standing in the doorway looking mad enough to kill somebody. My heart stopped it's fast beats and instead slowed to a near halt.

"Shit." I said in pure fear.

In the dark I can't fight till it disapears
But in the daylight
I taste you in my tears

And now the party's over
And every bodys gone
I'm left here with myself and I wonder what went wrong
And now my heart is broken
Like the bottles on the floor
Does it really matter?
Or am I just hungover you?

-Kesha

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A/N: How was it? I hope I didn't rush into things with the whole kiss thing. Ugh! Now I'm second guessing how this chapter was written. Hahaha but I really do hope that it was okay! I just want to say thank you so so much to those who reviewed or whatever! I really appreciate it! So, yeah, if you want me to continue with this story, then please review! I feel like I am forgetting to put something in this last author's note. Ugh! I hope it wasn't something important! But yeah….please review! I love you for reading!

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