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MPOV

As soon as I got back to the hotel room I went straight to my laptop. I ignored my sleeping best friend in the bed behind me and plopped down on the hotel room floor in front of the TV, still in my dress from the event, my hair still wavy and smelling of salon hair product- rather floral and delicious I might add- and my makeup smeared and messy from me rubbing my eyes. If only everyone could see me now- giddy and ridiculous like, well, a 17 year old teenager, which is what I was. It IS what I AM. But looking at me now, you wouldn't know I was on the verge of becoming a "breakout star" of the year with 'Twilight.'

I kind of liked that I broke the norm.

But currently, I was determined. Google and I were on a mission.

My laptop started up and I was so nerve shot my fingers couldn't type fast enough:

Adma Poeveli - no, that's not right, backspace- Adam Povelllli- whoops- Adam Povelli. There. Search.

……

I clicked on his actor profile, which was sort of like a list of every work he had done. I devoured it. My eyes scanned every detail- and I clicked on his "trivia" section- reluctantly, I might add- I was starting to feel like I stalker… I cringed. I'm sorry, forgive me, Adam.

There were two movies under his name. Both were already released on DVD. I'd have to look into those… or maybe I could watch the trailers right now on you tube? I could turn the volume down and not wake Charlotte…

I was…. Impressed. Yeah. That'd be the right word for it. Adam didn't chose just any roles. I could tell he kind of… took this acting thing seriously. I only read the basic plot lines of each movie, but they were both dramas, one slightly a dark comedy, but drama none the less. He played the main male lead in both titles. I'd have to see if he was any good. I'm sure he was. I'm sure he had to go through as many auditions and as many competing actors as I had to get the part for Twilight, therefore proving how good he was, but he was so young! His bio read he was only seventeen! (that's perfect- the selfish voice inside me purred- but the more self conscious side of me pushed it aside as necessity, he was after all, playing an eternal 17 year old). He was only a few months older than me. Wow. I wasn't expecting that, but glad. These days there was no telling with actors. In the last movie I was in, my costar who played my love interest was in reality 19 even though we were both portraying sophomores.

I decided against watching any of his acting. I didn't want to prematurely judge him, even though I was sure he was talented. I wanted to wait and see how we would interact together, with the material we had provided. In his trivia section, I read that he was from New Jersey, had a dad and a step mom, an older sister and a cat named Burger. He went to regular public high school, but was surprisingly, ranked pretty high in his class. And for one more thing, I was right about my music assumption, he did play guitar. Music was listed to be known as one of his passions.

Sighing, and feeling satisfied for one night, I shut my computer down and stretched, settling into the other bed for a night's sleep. I slept pleasantly, fatigue taking over that I was immediately comfortable where I was, still in my dress but I didn't care.

APOV

The car ride back to the hotel was as usual, smooth and quiet on the freeway. I leaned my head against the window and watched as we drove.

Upon entering our hotel, after seeing the usual evening employees, I took the elevator up to my room. Even though I felt tired in the car, I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep now. I got to my room and landed on the bed, kicking off my shoes and jacket. I closed my eyes and saw Meg's face. I told myself not to feel bad I thought she was cute ( ok, gorgeous, but let's not push it) we needed chemistry wouldn't we? Exactly. It was essential for the movie. Especially this movie. Sooo many countless fans were relying on it.

Well, you got it, I thought.

Just then I jumped up from my bed and went to my laptop, tapping on the tabletop, anxious as hell. Once it started I typed Meg's name into a search engine.

I noticed I had done a web search, I quickly remedied that and clicked on image results instead…

There weren't many photos, but a few good ones from when the movie company released the title of the actress who would be playing Bella to the media. I groaned to myself, immediately regretting my search. She was too beautiful. There was a picture of her sitting up against a tree, the bright, white light of the sky illuminating her face as she looked off to the side into greenery. It was somewhat of a profile shot, but her eyes were as green as the moss on the tree behind her. Her hair was volumous yet natural. I wanted to tangle my hands through it. I decided that was enough. I clicked on a link to her actor profile on a popular movie website. She had three titles under her belt- I had two- but I reminded myself that that was ok, it's not a competition…

I was impressed with her choice of movie roles. One thriller, one comedy, and one mix of drama and comedy.

I glanced over her trivia, reading how she liked Twix candies, had a dog, a mom and dad, lived in New York but born in Phoenix. Hm… New York girl. I was from New Jersey… which was, well… kind of like New York's embarrassing other half. I wonder if she'd…

No, don't think it. Who cares where you're from, who cares what anyone thinks. Of course she likes you- in general, you can be sure of that, and that's all there needs to be. A general liking, a friendship, an onscreen chemistry was all that was required. It's not like we were getting married, even though our characters would be if all went well in book number 4.…can't wait! I made myself laugh at the thought, then dropped back into bed and drifted off to sleep…

I awoke mid night, and it took me a second to realize I had a dream. Meg and I were in it.

MPOV

I sat like a zombie on the edge of the bathtub in the bathroom of our hotel. My eyes half lidded, staring ahead of me but seeing nothing at all. I had gotten hardly any sleep last night. I was in a faded navy/grey t-shirt and equally grungy softball shorts. Charlotte stood in front of me curling my hair, the barrel of the curling iron like a baton in her hands which she was masterfully skilled with- although no one had mastered the thick, wavy mess that was my hair more than I had. I was good at doing my own hair- but today, I was just too exhausted.

"Ehem.." someone cleared their throat. The sound seemed distant to me, so far away…

"I said 'EHEM!" Charlotte boomed, I jumped on edge.

"What?" I asked blatantly.

"You didn't tell me, how'd it go last night?"

"Oh… fine." I said, trying to sound casual. "You were right, there was really nothing to be nervous about. Everyone else seemed so calm and professional, and yet normal… like… actually trying to get familiar with one another" including Adam with me… I thought, but pushed it aside.

"ooh! So tell me, how were the guys? Of course the girls were all pretty, that's expected, but guys… well you know… they're either hot or they're not. So what did you think?"

"Hm…." I hummed, one leg crossed over my knee as I circled my foot, flexing my ankle. All the actors' faces I had seen that night slowly appearing in my mind. Charlotte, however, seemed impatient for details.

"Ok- Jasper" she shot out.

"Cute." I replied automatically.

"Really?" her favorite character was Jasper.

"Well hot, sexy, whatever term for attractive you want to use…" I rolled my eyes.

"Carlisle?"

I piped up, smiling and sitting up straight, "Handsome."

"Emmet?"

"…stud!"

She laughed. "James?"

"Sexy…"

"Hmm… am I missing anybody else??…" she looked up towards the ceiling, her eyes squinting as if thinking long and hard, I could feel beads of sweat practically dripping off my forehead with nervousness as she tapped her foot in fake contemplation.. "OH I KNOW!..ED-"

"JACOB!" I yelled instead, "you forgot Jacob!"

"Oh… well?" she seemed put down.

"didn't see him," I shrugged.

"MEG!"

"What?! I don't think he was there! Must not have been able to make it!"

"well… ANYWAY- who I meant was EDWARD?"

"Was 'Edward' what?"

"Meg…"

"Yeah he was." I whispered. I was surprised she didn't pry me about it. Much to my relief, she let it slide… I exhaled, calming myself, even though I was cold, my whole body was freezing. I tended to get cold whenever I was nervous.

Charlotte backed away and gave me a look over, "there, go change, you're all done."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

I put on a simple scoop neck tank top, navy in color, and put a small, light knit sweater over it that was a sort of plum color, along with jeans and flats. I put on a thick coat of mascara for my makeup and that was all.

As I was leaving, I slapped my cheeks a little bit, trying to regain their color. I was washed pale with dread and nervousness. I was leaving to have a read through at the director's own personal house with Adam. I had a feeling we'd be going over… oh I don't know… the Meadow scene (basically the doctrine of the whole Twilight series)- or something along the lines of chemistry and dating…

Charlotte clapped a hand on my shoulder, for girl best friends, sometimes we acted more like guys- 'aw don't worry, you can do it, man' were usually our forms of encouragement. I took a deep breath and gave her a fake excited smile with two big thumbs up. She shook her head disapprovingly but smiled anyway, shutting our hotel door behind me. An assistant from the movie company was waiting for me in the hallway. He got up from leaning against the wall and nodded towards me.

"Ready to go?"

"uh-huh" I nodded.

The valet had the rental car ready and a driver took me down to the residential area of the city, instead of the tourist and hotel part I was used to seeing. My stomach was bursting with butterflies. I told myself it didn't matter if it was Adam I'd be acting with, the truth was that as an actor I probably would've been nervous with anyone they set me up with, especially considering the material and the fact it was only barely our second meeting.

The car halted, and the driver came around to my side and opened the door. I stepped out, mumbling thank you.

He was already driving away when I saw the director, Cathi, beaming at me from her front yard.

"MEG!" she yelled, I smiled at her, and went to give her a hug.

"oh, Meggy, how beautiful you are! We're lucky to have you… I really think the two of you are going to make the difference if this movie does well or fails… I just have this guy feeling you guys will be able to capture what the book's all about!" she exclaimed, pinching my cheeks- well if there was no color there before… there sure is now… by the way, I cringed at the sound of the name 'Meggy.'

"Come inside! We'll get right to work!" she waved for me to follow her. Two big yellow Labradors sniffed leisurely about the yard, but followed us into the house.

I was glad I didn't see Adam upon entering. I wasn't ready just yet….

Cathi's house was big, spacious, yet cozy and casual, which I was glad for. It's not like I was expecting a mansion, but I was relieved I could walk around without feeling like I was dirtying every surface I touched. Cathi led me down a dark hallway, past the living room and the glass sliding doors to her backyard. Uh-oh… I thought. This wouldn't be to set the mood, would it? Only warm, glowing lights that hung on the walls in the long hallway illuminated our path to an unknown destination. Please don't be a bedroom. For the first time as being a fan of Twilight, I was elated Edward and Bella hadn't gone past first base really…

Cathi turned unrepentantly to a blank door, opening it up for me. I scanned the room. It was completely empty. The walls were off white, the floors wooden, some moving boxes with sheets covering them were stacked at the far end- but the room was big, very big. It would make a great bedroom. After I fully took in my surroundings, I laid eyes on him…

There, almost directly in front of the doorway, was Adam- sitting on a box, his head bowed reading what looked like a thick, paper booklet. I realized it was a script… his head shot up almost immediately as I had laid eyes on him. My first reflex was to withdraw my hands into my jean pockets- but they were too tight and I had trouble, and they wouldn't go down so I looked like a nervous idiot with a heaving chest, trying to breath the nerves and butterflies away while my own stupid, insecure nervous reflex wasn't even working right. His brown eyes were wide, stunned maybe? For a second I detected apprehension. Maybe even nervousness too?! Or was it…unwillingness?? That hurt the most. Maybe he wanted the role, but knew it would be difficult to have to… portray such… love and devotion… to….well… someone who looked like me…

I sighed, biting my lip and turning back to Cathi. She seemed oblivious, chattering amongst herself about 'pardon the mess… used to be an office… moved everything out… thought it'd be a great workspace…'

Neither Adam or I paid attention. I noticed with another paralyzing shock wave of nerves that he had been staring at me the whole time while I was watching Cathi.

"Take a seat, Meggy, dear,"

UGH, please…. Do not call me Meggy in his presence. Do you want this movie to fail? Then I suggest you stop calling me- the one he has to pretend to be in love with- a name that is usually associated with either little girls or cows…

I did as I was told though, trying to be graceful and cool as I plopped down next to Adam's box with my legs crossed. Cathi left the room.

Awkward.

But then something happened- Adam turned to me.

"GOOD afternoon, Meggy, dear."

"Oh please don't… don't go there," I shook my head, closing my eyes, raising my hand to my forehead as if I had a migraine. I heard his genuine laughter. It made me smile.

"Do want to look at the script?" he asked, completely changing the subject.

"Oh that's alright. I've read the book plenty of times I know what to go for."

"Oh, okay." then his eyes turned back to the page, but yet his body still turned to face me. I stretched out my legs in front of me- accidentally kicking his foot as I did.

His eyes flashed to mine. I pulled back.

"Sorry."

"Sure you are…" he mumbled. I laughed at him in his face, and he cracked a grin. Just then Cathi reemerged.

"So what did I miss?!" she beamed, clapping her hands together then placing them on her hips, looking down on us expectantly.

"Nothing," we both answered in response.

"AW! You mean you didn't take the perfect opportunity I gave you to suck face with a passion we can only dream about?!"

What?…

"Uh…no…" I could tell Adam was trying very hard not to laugh in her face. I saw the smile threaten to take over, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Well that's too bad- because this movie calls for exactly that- a chemistry sooooo intense, you're gonna have trouble seeing straight after each take"

Oh my…

I laughed under my breath. Blushing, I'll admit. I covered my mouth to hide my amusement.

"Well… ready?" she asked, expectant again. That knocked the humor RIGHT out of me!

"Uh… sure." Adam nodded, he looked the script in his hands over again and then back up at Cathi. "Where do you want us?"

Us. That included me. I just couldn't imagine him as my 'Edward'… I mean I could… just not the part that he could be so immensely attracted to me to make this chemistry thing work.. But then again, what did he say at the dinner?

"I'm just a talented actor."

Now I knew how'd we get through the love scenes. Our acting abilities would be tried and tested- well his at least. I didn't need to act to be drawn to Adam. (and I was afraid to already admit that).

"Just right here is fine, lay down. We'll be doing that 'date scene'- similar to the meadow scene, except this was added for the movie… your characters are sort of… testing the waters, seeing how normal this relationship can be, physically, romantically… you know." Cathi nodded, her outlandishness and pizzazz immediately out the window, replaced with something more serious and professional. She meant business.

"Right" Adam nodded, clearing his throat slightly. I turned away as he slid off the box he was sitting on and got onto the floor. He sat there and Cathi kicked the box out of our way, leaving Adam and I only an arm reach apart.

"Uh…" he stammered… not knowing what to do next.

"It's ok!" Cathi reassured, rather supportively. I had to admit, her tone made me ease up a bit- just a bit…but that was quickly forgotten as she pulled me by my leg and I slid over the smooth wooden floorboards and bumped right next to Adam, our sides completely touching.

"Lay back…. Just imagine the grass… you're in a wooded area…the overcast Forks sky above you, the smell of rain still in the air- only overpowered by the scent of the one next to you, whether it be Bella's blood or Edward's natural fragrance…" she explained, and it was as if her words were commands. I was a little scared how Adam and I were already flat on our backs, facing each other before either one of us seemed to realize it…and then I think he saw the panic in my eyes.

'It's okay," he mouthed, so Cathi didn't hear him. She was busy walking around the room, arms in the air, further describing the atmosphere of our scene in soothing and relaxing tones. He reached out his hand and barely- just barely- grazed the bare skin of my forearm. I took slow, even breaths and nodded slightly to him, as strongly as I could to tell him I appreciated it.

I had to get a hold of myself. Be professional. This is your job. Get it done. Do it right. Knock it off- I was scolding myself in my mind. As an actor, you had to be a mixture of personal and professional. If you could, it was always good to bring something from your life to your work, something to help really convey the emotions. So for now I told myself it was okay to feel attracted to Adam, okay to feel apprehension, okay to feel nervous, scared, self conscious…. Those are all things people are feeling when they're falling in love. Since it's what I had, I had to utilize it. Just think 'Bella,' I told myself. I took one last silent deep breath, and leaned myself closer to Adam. My heart sped up, our eyes never leaving each others, only briefly to take in our other facial features.

He brought his arm around my neck, and I rested my head on his bicep, his arm curling forward over my shoulder, as if protective of me, cradling me there.

His hand loosely played with the ends of my hair that splayed across my shoulder, threading the strands between his fingers. I couldn't help but notice how close his hand was to a certain obvious place on my chest- whether or not he realized his hand was just centimeters above, hovering over my left breast I didn't know, but there was nothing I could do to hold it against him with the innocent, lost look in his eyes.

He is good at acting.

We recited a few lines Cathi read out loud to us. I was completely lost in the way he said his… even his voice had changed! He didn't sound like the normal- extremely hot, testosterone oozing- teenage boy I had met before. His voice deepened, had a slightly rougher husk to it, and the words slipped off his tongue in such velvet like tones I could only wonder in amazement what would happen when we seriously had to act this all out- in full on costume, hair, makeup, setting… He'd be Edward Cullen then.

And I'd just be a melted puddle of a girl extremely stricken with a case of infatuation.

But would it be so bad though? Yes. If he turned out to be an asshole actor- if he let the attention get to him, if his looks took over… I prayed it wouldn't happen.

I whispered the last of my lines, half closing my eyes as my lips brushed over Adam's perfect cheekbones, barely skimming the corner of his mouth. I could feel the electric want though, of wanting to go near his mouth and just full on take it. By then I realized his chest was rising- up and down- with each straining breath, trying to remain in control, just as Edward would be, I assumed.

Adam eventually dipped his head below mine, and went over lines Cathi wanted him to repeat, but in a different position or pose to see what looked better- more Edward and Bella like. His lips brushed over the skin on my neck, his breath giving me chills even though it was no where near cold in here- the room was rather stuffy and poorly ventilated. Without realizing, I brought my hands up to his hair and ran my hands through it. I could feel, rather than see, Adam smile against my neck. Cathi didn't see, my arm blocked any view she had of his face right now.

"EXCELLENT!" she suddenly yelled, I jumped and pulled away from Adam, which only startled him and left both our hearts sputtering out of control.

"Sorry," I blurted hastily.

"S'okay." he muttered, looking dazed and confused as I probably was. I was sure my wide surprised eyes watched his.

"That was beautiful! Simply BEAUTIFUL!" she swarmed down on us and talked about which parts were best, what could be improved and so on….

Adam and I could only stare up at her, too afraid to move. I could only pretend to pay attention to whatever the hell she was saying- I was too busy replaying every emotion, every expression I saw on Adam's face during the 'scene.' Then I saw Adam get up and kneel on his knees.

"What?" I asked, looking around.

"Get up," Cathi clarified, pulling me by my arms and positioning me so I matched Adam.

"OR NO- SIT! Yeah… maybe you should sit…Definitely sit for this one- Meg- sit on that box- Adam, you stay kneeling…. This is in Bella's bedroom. She's on her bed, and you guys have a conversation and Edward goes in to cautiously kiss Bella…" she explained.

Weakly, I got up and took a seat on the box, that was to be my "bed."

Adam knelt in front of me, we said our lines and again, I had to admit he was good. I had to be equal- I hoped desperately I was doing ok. I wanted to impress him- more than Cathi, I'm afraid.

His gaze was intense as our characters settled down from a disagreement… to Edward deciding on cautioning a kiss…

Adam gulped as he leaned in, I could only stay still as my breathing picked up. I was scared. Terrified. But in a good way?…

He moistened his lips as he neared me, close enough to where I could feel the air coming through in and out of his nose, just like he had licked his lips that night at the dinner with his drink in hand.

He closed his eyes the same time I closed mine. I felt his hands on my shoulders, his palms perfectly fitting where my arm met my shoulder, the joint there- exactly where he had touched me last night…

Just as our lips finally met, my mouth slightly open to where I could feel his moisture on my lips-

he pushed me away….

He used his hands on my shoulders to distance us. I heard him groan as he did- an ACTUAL, audible, groan…

I was literally pushed back on the box I was sitting on. Completely stunned. My eyes met nothing, saw nothing as I heard his words come out:

"I can't do this," he sounded… nauseated? My breathing picked up again, this time in the bad way.

"Excuse me" I muttered, I bolted off the box and into the hallway, rushing to the bathroom without looking or hearing anything. It was all a blur.

I found the bathroom and tried to compose myself.

Get over it! Was the first thing the voice inside me was telling me. Grow up, knock it off… he's just a guy, just an actor, someone you barely met, barely know- someone you should barely like. It doesn't mean anything, it's fine. Brush it off. Yeah, it's embarrassing, but you know what? It'll be more embarrassing if you allow yourself to cry over it. Don't jump to conclusions- the voice finished. It was my own voice, yet it had taken the tone and characteristics of my mother, a strong, no nonsense woman. She always had her head on straight and meant business.

I splashed my face with water and took off my light sweater, suddenly feeling flushed and overheated. I took a deep breath and ran my hands through my hair when I heard a knock at the door. Oh no…

"Meg? Meggy?" Cathi's voice.

Oh, ok good. For once, yeah call me Meggy.

"Adam's fine, it wasn't your fault, trust me! He just said so! Want to hear him say so?… ADAM!" she called.

"NO IT'S FINE!" I yelled to her, desperately, I pushed through the door, forcing her to step back to get run over.

"It's fine. He needed space, and so did I. I get it." I nodded, convincing myself as I went along. Maybe I was a good actor too… able to even convince myself….

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, really." I nodded and balled my hands into fists, ready to face the empty room again.

APOV

I knew as soon as Meg laid next to me, her luscious waves of hair falling over the bare skin of my arm- that this was going to be a long afternoon….

I ran her hair through my fingers, it was as soft as it looked.

As soon as she walked in the door, her face I noticed first, gorgeous, yeah that's only expected, but then I saw her hair and inwardly groaned, already wanting to run my hands through it. And as we laid there, starting our reading, I thought, well, here's your chance…

The silky strands sewn through my fingers tips only hinted at what it would feel like if I brought my hand to the nape of her neck and just gently grabbed a handful, able then to ensure her lips fully on mine for a kiss. I told myself it was all innocent. There was nothing wrong with finding her beautiful- in our situation it was probably a lucky thing…

A warning flashed through my mind as my hands played with her strands of hair, not realizing at first how dangerously close my hand was to brushing her breast- I didn't move though. Suddenly moving my hand I thought would be too obvious and make it awkward, so instead I was just extra careful and didn't actually rest my hand anywhere on her as we laid side by side.

When I did actually have to focus on work, deliver lines and stuff and interact with Meg as she said hers, I realized immediately she was way better at acting than I assumed she'd be in the first place…

I could tell from the dinner that she'd be good, it was all in the way she held herself and especially in the words she spoke at our first meeting. She talked a big game, suspecting me of not being much to work with, it was a tell tale sign she had talent to back up her playful teasing, even if she was teasing all the same.

Meg, I could tell already, was slightly nervous. She let her nerves get to her but she was also somewhat insecure, unsure of herself maybe, or her abilities- and she used her doubt, her nerves to make up for it, channeling it into her performance, making it better. Underneath the apprehension and self consciousness though, was confidence. Meg was like a subdued cocky, as strange as it sounded. She feigned superiority. Deep down, she knew she was good, but she covered up the self doubt she felt with the outward appearance of overconfidence. To me it was all just an act- even when she had no lines or script to memorize. I thought it was cute how she teased me the night before. Maybe that was her way of flirting?

Staring at her, I just wanted her to be at ease. Seeing her nervous, made me nervous… but eventually we got over, it- getting 'lost' in a sense to it all.

My lips against her skin was the most electrifying thing. When I felt her hands wrap into my hair, I couldn't help but grin slyly, knowing she felt what I did too. I wasn't the only one afraid I might be crossing over the strictly "working together" line. It kind of felt like more than that to me. I know it was really soon, really early, having just met her like… what? Hours ago? She and I could become such good friends during the filming of this book turned movie. Obviously, I was attracted to her in a way friends usually aren't with each other, but I wasn't sure if it was the right thing to go for anything other than 'costar' and buddy. There was a lot to think about. I knew she felt the same. For some reason I just knew she'd understand.

But then I forced myself out of it. I was going crazy thinking of thoughts like that so early in the game, so early in production- it was only our first day! Just being in this situation, these positions with her got my mind wandering, I couldn't think logically.

I tried desperately to just remain calm as Cathi called for the full on mouth kissing scene (even though it wasn't a "real, full" kiss, because Edward and Bella can't do that, it was still pretty much squarely, straight on the lips). My pulse picked up as our heated dialogue came to a stop- my breathing was controlled, showing perfectly calculated movements, caution in everything I did. Even though I was supposed to be in Edward's mindset fully, I couldn't help but feel a rush as I neared Meg's face, her lips, just her in general…

I hadn't felt this way before with any actress I'd worked with. What was wrong with me? I wondered as I stared at her lips, my ever inviting looking target…

It was like a magnetic force pulling me closer and closer-

When her lips finally touched mine, I realized.

I hadn't felt this way with any girl I've even known…

It hit me like a bucket of ice. Before I even knew what I was doing I was reacting, scared shitless out of my mind.

I pushed Meg back by her shoulders, too hard probably. I'm sorry.

I mumbled something about 'I can't do this..' and turned away, feeling dizzy. Wow. I knew how Bella felt. Too bad my character couldn't relate.