The main thing that was worrying me about Robert's cast was Michael. He could be a jealous bastard sometimes, and I didn't want him to actually think that Pattinson stood a chance. I still hated the Guy, and I still would when I ended filming. That much I knew for sure.
I didn't understand why Michael could be so jealous sometimes. I would never cheat on Michael, and if he ever thought that, then he was stupid. As I was still a Virgin and I had only had one Boyfriend before, who happened to have cheated on me.
But I knew just how funny Michael could be; I'd seen him temper, and his jealousy too many times before already. But however, I could say that I got a surprise when I told Michael, a week after Pattinson had been cast…
''Michael, Robert Pattinson has been cast as Edward Cullen.'' I told him, half-expecting him to get angry. But instead, he laughed.
''Ha-ha, you must love that.'' He snickered, knowing just how much I hated the Guy. I breathed a sigh of relief and laughed with him.
''Yeah as much as I love my hangovers,'' I agreed, sarcastically. We laughed together, and I instantly felt relieved.
That was a good thing that he had taken it so well; one least thing to worry about. Tasha was starting to bug me though. She wanted to meet Robert herself. (Check him out more like) Not that I cared. She could do what she liked.
I didn't care though, don't get me wrong. Why would I care? Tasha was single, at nineteen years old, just three years younger than him-I was five, which was a huge difference-and he was single too, or at least; I presumed that he was.
However, if he did go out with Tasha, and then I would keep an eye on him then, because she was my best friend, and I wouldn't let a bastard like him, hurt her. But I had nothing to worry about though; because Tasha fancied the pants off of Kellan Lutz, who played Emmet Cullen.
That was the only thing me and Pattinson did have in common though. We'd just started filming twilight at the start of March, and we were staying a hotel during filming, and automatically, I noticed several things, which I couldn't stand about him;
He was always late.
I absolutely hated people being late. It was one thing that I couldn't bloody stand. If you want to get to somewhere in time, and then make sure you have plenty of time to get out of the fucking hotel and get there.
He was unbelievably messy.
His hotel room always ended up looking like a tip, and then who had to clean it? The maid! I mean I know that's what a maid was for, but there was only so much a cleaner could take. He literally threw his clothes on the floor without a care in the world, and expected her to clean it up after him automatically, even though he's made the mess; fucking loser.
And he was so unplanned.
He never had the script, and constantly had to borrow mine because he'd left his round at his hotel room, because he'd forgotten it, or left it on the bed. And it was just a few times neither, and it was absolutely ridiculous.
I know I sound like I'm ranting, and I know I am, because there was only so much I could take. Robert Pattinson was more then I could ever fucking take. And I was starting to really hate him. He really was starting to get on my fucking nerves.
And worst still? I had to go through my script with him in my hotel room tonight. Worst still? We had to practice the fucking kissing scene that was to be filmed tomorrow. And two, impatient knocks at the door automatically told me who it was.
I looked into the mirror and made sure the little black dress that I had put on looked okay. I had my high socks on, and my pearled, long necklace, checking that my naturally curly hair wasn't too frizzy. My teeth were cleaned so that always helped. I went to the door and pulled it open to see the twat himself.
I opened the door to see Pattinson standing there, in the doorway, looking rather smug with himself. He had a grey shirt on, with a few buttons undone. He smiled at me as he ran his right hand through his newly dyed auburn, messy hair.
I had got used to this habit, and I realized instantly that it was because he was nervous. I wasn't nervous, I just wanted it done and out of the way.
''Hello,'' he greeted me in that annoyingly cool, London accent of his. That was the only fucking thing that I did like about him.
''Hiya,'' I greeted back friendly. I had tried to be nice to Pattinson. And it was actually a lot easier than I imagined…even though I hated him. However, that was probably because he hadn't found the nerve to lose his shyness yet. I was sure the cockiness that I had seen in the Harry Potter films would come out, sooner or later.
''Come in,'' I offered, holding the door open for him.
He did so, letting me close the door after him. He stood in the middle of the room, looking completely lost. I rolled my eyes, and walked past him. I sat down on my sofa, and watched him carefully as I patted the seat beside me for him to sit.
He smiled awkwardly at me and did so, whilst looking down at his hands awkwardly. This was going to be so awkward, but we had promised Catherine to practice for this kiss tonight. I decided to just go with it. After all it was just filming right?
And the silence was starting to drag. I couldn't stand to hear the silence of the hotel room, while we just sat there, next to each other.
''So we may as well get on with it, so it's out of the way.'' I suggested, shrugging as easily as I knew how.
He nodded, his golden eye contacts that he wore for the film narrowing for half a second in determination. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and moved round so that he was facing me, and automatically got into character.
''I just wanted to try one thing.'' He admitted, before beginning to move in with the perfect, Edward-slowness. I watched awkwardly as his face began to move in, and I moved my head closer at the perfect timing, keeping to Bella.
''Don't move.'' He ordered in his less British accent, and more 'Edward' voice. I watched as he leaned closer than he had ever got to me before. His lips were now half an inch away from my face, his newly-cleaned teeth, and his minty breathe fanning gently in my face. I had to admit Pattinson may not have a way with his words, and he may have been an annoying fuck, but my god….his breath smelt fucking amazing!
And then, without any warning-besides the half-moment pause-his lips gently pressed down to meet mine with the sweetest kiss possible; very Edward. His hands came to meet my face, tracing my warm, rosy cheeks. My own hands were on his shoulders, limp as an unusual need to get close to Pattinson came over me. Ok, ugh, where the fuck did that just come from?
I pretended to be Bella, to kiss him back, with the urgency needed. However, despite the fact that I would most definitely hate to admit this; I liked kissing him back. His lips were so soft, like the sweetest velvet rubbing against my own urgent lips.
It felt right too; sitting here and actually kissing someone I hated. It just felt…good somehow. I was unable to stop my groan as his hands searched lower from my face, finding my dress-covered hips. I rewarded him with my urgent kiss.
I pressed my body eagerly against his, and I barely heard him fall back onto my sofa. I was too far gone, as I climbed on top of him, eagerly. He groaned in response, as I made sure my hips met his in the slowest possible way, not letting my lips ever leave his.
My hands were stranded into his hair now, tugging, pulling, and soothing the gloriously silky strands. But as oxygen got the better of us, I climbed off of him, and sat facing him. We awkwardly watched the sofa; both of us panting for breath. Well that was awkward. I mean if anyone got carried away, it was me. And I hated the smug bastard.
And yet, it had felt so good. My mind had been screaming at me to stop it, to pull the bastard from me, but my body…well that wanted other things. It wanted him to carry on. It wanted to get closer to him; much closer, even now. My body screamed at him to touch me, anywhere he liked, just to carry on with the 'scene practicing.' I longed for something, I wasn't sure what. I needed some sort of release to relieve the tension my body ached for.
Finally, after we got our breath back, he talked. ''Well….I thinks the kissing scene will be alright tomorrow.'' His voice took on an unusual husky tone. And then, I looked up and caught him smirking at me; fucking smug git.
''Yeah,'' I agreed simply, fighting two temptations now. I wasn't sure what them two temptations was yet.
We talked some more that night, over nothing much; just the usual subjects that you might talk about with your friends, music, and stuff.
He actually had quite a good musical taste. He liked The Beatles, like me, Led Zeppelin, like me, The Doors, like me, Van Morrison-Who I actually adored-like me. And he even liked the same new music as me. We both liked Paramore, Muse, Oasis, Coldplay, and The Kings of Leon; who was my most favorite band at the moment.
We ordered pizza, and put half of the money each to it, and shared it between us, even though it was actually far too big, and I had made him eat most of the pizza.
''I don't think I can get up.'' He admitted, as he laid limply in the chair next to my king sized bed. I laughed at him in response.
It served him right, really. He ate practically three quarters of a pizza, which was big enough to feed at least ten people.
''You'll get no sympathy from me. You ate most of that pizza.'' I reminded him, as I happily walked round the room, and putting my new clothes away,-which I had brought from shopping today-feeling completely fine, as I ate just enough to fill me up.
He laughed once in response. ''I have bigger eyes than my stomach.''
I laughed again at that comment, unable to do anything else. ''I'll say,'' I agreed.
He was silent again then, as I put away the rest of my clothes, which I was thankful about. I had things to think about; Michael mostly, actually.
''I heard that you sing.'' He commented quietly, and I could feel his gaze in my back as I walked to the table, and put down my phone.
''Ugh, let me guess…from Nikki?'' I guessed, knowing automatically that I had guessed right; especially, when he laughed in response.
''Yes, actually,'' He admitted sheepishly.
Great, because now he was probably going to ask me to sing or something creepy like that. I didn't like singing; the truth was, I didn't think that I had a very good voice, even if other people thought different.
''Okay, I sing, but seriously, I don't think that I'm a very good singer at all. And I'd really appreciate it, if you didn't mind me not singing.'' I confessed, before taking a deep breath.
''Fair enough,'' he nodded his agreement. ''I do sing too, but it's a part-time thing…I wouldn't have enough confidence to sing in front of other people.'' He admitted sheepishly; his forehead furrowing slightly as he admitted this to me.
''Do you want a drink?'' I asked him, as I got out my bottle of red Jacques cider from the fridge and put it on the table next to him. He nodded yes, and I handed him a glass after I had poured it in for him. He thanked me, as I carried on speaking. ''I couldn't imagine you singing.'' I admitted, as I took a seat opposite him, and drinking back my drink.
He smiled in response. ''I keep quiet about it mostly…I don't like a lot of people knowing.'' He admitted, so honestly. I actually enjoyed his honesty; the way he had just forced himself to open up to me.
''I bet you have a lovely voice.'' I guessed; drinking back the glass fully, before tipping some more drink into my glass.
''I'd play for you…if you'd like; just as long as you don't tell anyone that I did.'' He added; grinning at me.
''Fair enough,'' I agreed; drinking back some more of my drink.
''I haven't got my guitar with me.'' He admitted.
I nodded again, and drank back the remainder of my glass. I liked the cider, and I often drank to get drunk. However; Pattinson noticed.
''How come you're drinking so much?'' He asked me curiously.
I smiled at him in response, as I got up and got my guitar, which was standing on its own, in its unopened case. ''I drink to get drunk.'' I spelled it out for him, as I opened the guitar case, and pulled out my black, hello Kitty guitar.
''You shouldn't get drunk with me you here, you know…especially not with you being underage and all.'' I bit my lip to stop myself from punching him in response or something, and handed him my guitar.
''It's acoustic, is that okay?'' I asked him, as I took a seat on my bed now. He shook his head, as he checked out my guitar.
''Not at all; nice guitar by the way,'' he sounded impressed.
''Thanks,'' I replied; enjoying how people liked the cool of my guitar. I had thought it was pretty cool when I brought it for my sixteenth birthday after saving up for it for months on end.
''Do you mind if I sit here?'' He asked me; pointing to the edge of my bed. I shook my head, as I drank some more of the cider, and out it back down on the table next to me, again.
He sat down at the edge-crossing his legs and turning to watch me properly-before he began to play a few notes. It took him a while to get it in tune properly, to make it sound just right, but then when he did start to play…I was blown away.
He got totally lost in his song, and as he hit the high notes of the song, he would lose himself in the music, and I couldn't help but just…watch what was in front of me. He was so adorable like this…singing.
I didn't know where that came from, but what I meant was…well he really looked like he was into the music, and not just singing because it was something to do. He looked as though music really meant a lot to him, as if it was his life.
And finally, it felt as though I had actually met someone who understood. Because I was beyond lost in music, and it felt to me, as though he was too. He could be someone to understand just how incredible music was.
As soon as he had finished, he looked to me for answers. He had kept his eyes fixated on me throughout the sweet song, and I had done the same; unable to look anywhere else apart from him. But now his eyes were asking for thoughts, and not just listening.
''Well…wow,'' was all I could say. ''You're an amazing singer, really.'' I had to look away then, because the gaze that we held felt too private, too…strange.
''Ur…thanks.'' He replied awkwardly, as he cleared his throat. ''Would you mind if I stay here for tonight? It's just that I really don't want to go back to my hotel room, and well…be alone.'' His confession was what made me want him to stay too.
''Ur, sure okay; but the floor is all I can offer, unless I sleep in the floor.'' He shook his head before I had finished.
''There's no need; the floor is all I need.'' He grinned at me.
Before we went to bed though, we talked a little more, and drank a little more. It was funny what alcohol could do…make me people talk more, and stuff.
However, as soon as we did get to bed, I could hear how uncomfortable the floor was. I had given him a spare duvet, and two pillows, but as he rolled around, and groaned quietly to himself; I knew that I couldn't just leave him down here.
Awkward or not, we still had to work together, and it wasn't a nice idea, just to leave him there, while he uncomfortably rolled around, unable to get any sleep, while I slept soundlessly in my smug, kings size bed.
''Rob,'' I called from the bed, watching the dark room as his shuffling abruptly stopped. I couldn't see him as the bed was too big, but I knew that he had heard me.
''Ur...yeah?'' He asked me back. He sounded confused, and a little shocked. I smiled to myself and attempted to sound calm as I spoke.
''Is it too uncomfortable on the floor? You could sleep up here, if it's bothering you that much.'' It was silent for ages, and I had to wonder if I had said the wrong thing. I had only offered, simply because I had thought it was too uncomfortable for him.
''If…if you wouldn't mind.'' His voice was careful, hesitant. I heard the small rustling of his duvet as he moved about in his small, made-up bed again.
''Of course not,'' I laughed it off, as I leaned over and turned the small bedside lamp on. ''I can't sleep either, but I know that it must be even worse on the floor.'' I shrugged to myself; knowing that he wouldn't be able to see the movement.
''Well thank-you…for this,'' he said, before I heard his body shift on the floor again, and I just saw his head pop up from the floor as he propped himself up on his arms. It was still dark, but I could see the shadow of his body.
His hair looked a mess; with loose strands everywhere, but then he looked pretty cool too. He got himself up from the floor, and walked towards the bed. My insides turned for some reason, as I watched him stumble drunkenly towards the bed.
''Are you sure it's okay?'' He checked, as he climbed into the bed. He watched me closely, making sure, and as he was now close…much closer, I could see his expression better. It was hesitant, careful, and asking for permission.
''Yeah, of course; I'm not cruel, and I'm not going to make you lie on the floor all night.'' He laughed along with me awkwardly, as he tucked the duvet around himself. He only had on his boxers, and I couldn't help but sneak a peek; I mean who wouldn't?
He was the definition of perfect; and anyone would agree with me. He had the barest hint of muscles underneath his small, definitive amount of chest hair, and his arms reflected the same amount of small, perfect muscles.
He turned fully to me, and smiled. ''Is it okay if I sleep like this?'' He checked, and I noticed how near he was to the side.
He looked as though he was about to fall off of the bed from here. ''You sleep how you want. Do you want to move over though…you look as though you're about to drop off.'' I laughed as I said the words, and brushed my hair back with my hands.
He smiled again, and pushed himself further into the bed, a little more. It wasn't a lot though, but it was enough to keep him from falling off of the king-size bed. He wasn't like a normal Man; he gave me plenty of room for me to space myself out in bed. I could literally throw myself all over the bed practically, with all the room that I had to myself. Which wasn't like Michael at all; whenever we shared the same bed together-especially if he was on marijuana or drunk-he would spread himself out, so I had hardly any space to myself at all.
I went to sleep peacefully; more-so strangely enough that he was next to me now, and that was when I had my minor-epiphany, if you like.
Because when I thought over the kissing scene that night, I finally realized what the two temptations were for me tonight.
One temptation had been to-of course-smack him in the face earlier on; something that I had been dying to do since the day I met him, or at least I thought I did; which I was actually starting to question now that I had started to get to know him better.
However, the other temptation was so different from the first one that it surprised me. The other temptation had been to give in to what my body wanted, and climb back on him, allowing my lips to find his again…
But I was being stupid. I couldn't allow it to happen. I hated him, I hated him, and I hated him. I reminded myself over and over again in my head. This was not the time to start falling for someone as smug as Pattinson, which despite his kind pretense, I knew he was smug; he had to be.
I bet it was just because I missed Michael. Yeah, that was it. I just missed Michael, and Robert was my distraction. There could be no other explanation…right?
However, it wasn't until I caught Pattinson's eye as he shifted restlessly in his sleep, that I realized there was something more. That's when it hit me hard:
I was falling for the person I had claimed to hate, the person that was the complete opposite as me; Robert Pattinson.
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