CPOV

I wake the next, hearing my phone ringing again. A serious case of déjà vu washes over. Even more so when I see that it is Jazz waking me up again. I answer the phone, cursing Jazz for being up so early. "Jazz, I swear to god if you're calling to ask me to work again, I'm going to fly off the handle".

"Well good morning to you as well!" he laughs out loud, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Actually I was calling you to let you know that I'm giving you the day off. Just my way of saying thanks for last night".

"Oh", is all I can say in response, feeling guilty about being such a bitch. "Sorry Jazz, I didn't get much sleep last night".

"Is that right! You dirty stop out. I take it Rob is still there then. He's a looker, by the way!"

"No Jazz" disappointed that that was not the case. "Rob walked me home, like a gentleman and then left. Nothing happened".

"Oh", he replied, repeating my earlier response to him. "Well that isn't exciting at all! I was hoping for all the gossip this morning!" Making me jump, there is a knock at the door. "Shit".

"What are you okay?" Jazz asked hurriedly, sounding worried.

"I'm fine, there's someone at the door, hold on a sec". I step over my clothes from last night that now lie on the floor and head towards the door. Opening it, I get the shock of my life. Rob was standing there looking amazing dressed in jeans, a light blue shirt and a black beanie covering his wild hair. In his hands were two cups of coffee. They smelt great.

"I really hope this isn't completely inappropriate, but I figured you like having a coffee first thing cause you were out and about early yesterday. And I also thought you'd might like some company cause drinking coffee on your own isn't fun. And..." a rush of colour graces his cheeks. "And...I really wanted to see you again. So here I am".

I place the phone back to my ear to speak to Jazz but unable to take my eyes off of the gold like figure standing in my door way.

"Um Jazz. I have to go. I'll speak to you later. And thanks for the day off". Rob stood in the door way patiently waiting for me to take the coffee. A smile played on his lips.

"No wait! Is that Rob I can hear! He's at your door? Let me-"

I hang up on him, still dazed at the sight of my morning visitor.

"Hey", was all I could say. If it hadn't been for Jazz waking me up, I would have sworn I was still dreaming.

"Hi...so...um, can I come in?"

"Oh my god, yeah sure. Sorry. Still not awake yet", I reply, embarrassed at not inviting him in.

As he stepped through my door and into the living room, the same cheeky smile graced his lips.

"What?" I asked, become paranoid again. What is it about him that makes me feel like I'm losing it every time he looks at me? I really need to get a grip on reality!

"Nothing" he said, holding back his laughter. "I just really like you pyjama's". I look down and realise that I'm wearing the ones that say "sex is great, but chocolate is better". My face turns red instantly.

"Well I don't agree with it", he said handing me my coffee.

"I think hundreds of other women would agree with it", I came back laughing. I sip my coffee, savouring the first mouthful. "Thank you, I really needed this".

I watch him as he makes his way to my bedroom, my heart picking up in pace. What was he doing? After a quick glance around the room, he sits himself on my bed. It was a sight that made me choke on my coffee.

"So I have a favour to ask you. My cousin is in town for the day and my mum won't get off my case about it. I just don't have the strength to take a fourteen year old girl clothes shopping. You can say no if you want to, I know it's asking a bit much considering we only met yesterday, but would you mind helping me out? I asked Ashley and she said she would only do it if I could persuade you to go too". He seemed nervous about asking me, his hand flying up to his head and through his hair. He looked up and flashed me the most amazing smile.

"Um...sure okay. What time do I need to be ready?" I wasn't really sure why I agreed to it, but seeing Rob sat on my bed, I couldn't say no.

"In fifteen minutes", he looked at me sheepishly. "I kinda already booked a taxi and Ashley and Grace are on their way over now".

"You have to be kidding me! Um...make yourself at home Rob", I called back to him as I started running to the bathroom to sort myself out. I could hear him laughing to himself through the door.

After a mad dash, running in and out of the bathroom on many occasions, I was finally ready to go when the taxi pulled up. The whole time Rob's eyes never left me. I practically grabbed the first outfit I found and threw it on. Instead of my embarrassing pj's I was now wearing a pair of close fitting jeans, a white top with a black motorbike on it and my favourite pair of converse shoes. My hair was thrown back into a messy bun and the makeup was very minimal. Considering I almost fell over four times, more or less taking my coffee with me, I looked pretty good.

"Okay, ready", I said to Rob, out of breathe from rushing around. Again, I was greeted by that same smile.

"Wow. That was impressive!" he chuckled, waving his hand to emphasise my routine. "Well let's go".

I grab my bag but decide to leave my coat, as it seems to be a nice looking day. No dark clouds from what I could tell. I went to pick up my black purse that I had left on my kitchen counter, but Robs hand stopped me quickly. "You won't need that, love". My heart felt like it just did a somersault. Did he just call me love? "If you're giving up your day off to take my cousin out, the least I can do is pay for everything". He pushed me out of the door, I'm guessing, to stop me from changing my mind, going back and picking up my purse. Sure enough, outside the taxi was waiting, Ashley and a very pretty young girl sat in the back. Rob opens the door for me and signals to get in. I slide in, saying a quick hello to the girls, before turning my attention back to Rob. He had already shut the door and I realised then that he had no intention of joining us. My heart sank so far down; I swear it hit my toes.

"Thank you again Charlie. I owe you big time! See you later. Ash, I'll sort out the money later okay! Bye grace, Have fun." Before I knew it the taxi had started to drive off. My initial excitement of spending the day with Rob had suddenly melted away like an ice cube placed into a fire. I couldn't hide my disappointment and the look between Ashley and Grace confirmed that it didn't go unnoticed. I shift my mood back quickly, knowing that Rob did owe me, meaning I would be seeing him again.

"Hi, I'm Charlie" I say smiling at Grace.

"Hey Charlie, it's really nice to meet you. Especially since Rob would not shut up about you!" she said, her voice rising slightly which I put down to the excitement of our shopping trip.

"All good I hope?" Okay, so now I was digging. After our awkward moment last night, I had no idea what Rob thought of me.

"Yes mostly" she chuckled.

Our shopping trip began without a hitch. It had been so long since I had been shopping in the centre of London but the buzz of the streets put me in a good mood. Grace was having a great time. In 2 hours she had managed to buy eight tops, three pairs of jeans, one pair of shoes and plenty of jewellery to go with them. I could see why Rob might have found this experience scary. His cousin was a demon when she was let lose. I later found out from Ashley that Rob had given her his credit card to pay for anything that grace wanted. For the first time since we had met, I began to wonder about what sort of work Rob did. I was going to ask Ashley but she was quickly distracted by her phone which was now ringing from her bag. I made a mental note to ask him next time I saw him. Whilst she spoke on the phone, I stood in front of a small shop with the most gorgeous dress I had ever seen in its window. It wasn't a flashy dress that you would see on the red carpet but it was certainly something. The material was thin in texture and light, its hem floating like a feather as the fan hit it. It was a deep blue colour, had thin straps at the top. Its waist was brought in tight and fanned out at the bottom. It was in one word perfect. I arch my head to look at the price tag. £500. It would take me almost a month of not eating to save that sort of money. One day, I think to myself. I turn to see where Ashley had gotten to, surprised to see her right in front of me, looking at the same dress.

"Wow" was all she said. "Yeah" was all I replied. We were both silenced by the beauty of the dress.

"Can you go and find Grace for me. I think she went in to that hop over there, I'll meet you at the coffee stand we saw on the corner".

"Sure, no problem". I reply heading off towards a shop whose window was packed with trendy clothes. I can see why Grace had headed here. The clothes here matched her style exactly, not quite indie or Goth, but a mixture of the too. Her jet black hair and pale skin would make any of these clothes look great on her. I finally find her gazing at a necklace. After she had given Robs credit card another work out, we headed back towards the coffee cart. We talk easily; just like how I and Rob had the first night we met, about some of Robs most embarrassing moments. He had quite a few, according to Grace, but one story in particular caught my attention.

"It was when he was about nine years old. My mum had gone upstairs to call him down for dinner when she heard a lot of giggling coming from his room. The giggles were from girls. My mum panicked, thinking that he had snuck girls into his room without his mum knowing but when she opened the door she saw what all of the commotion was about. Rob's sisters had dressed him up in their clothes. Not only that but they had done his make up and put his hair in pig tails. The worst part was that he was strutting up and down the room in a pair of his mum's high heels, a smile plastered across his face", she recalled, trying not to fall over laughing. By the time we reached the coffee cart, my sides were aching and Grace had tears streaming down her face. "I will defiantly use that one on Rob later" I chuckled to myself, eager to see his face when he hears what horror stories his slightly evil cousin had told me. Ashley is already at the cart, coffee in her hand. She looks at us both curious as to what has got us in the state we were in. "did I miss something?" she asked, still confused. I had to tell the story this time as Grace couldn't get her words out, laughing so much that she found it hard to breathe.

"Did you get what you needed to get?" I asked Ashley after the story was over. A sly smile crept to her lips. "Yeah, I did. You guys hungry?"

RPOV

My meeting with Catharine had gone well. Mark was there too explaining the process of how the casting list was going to be revealed, later this week.

"Rob, you do realise how big this book is in America with the teenage girls. Well not just teenage girls. There are a lot of older women who read the books too. The potential Fan bas could be massive!" Mark energy and enthusiasm was normally contagious but for the first time since I had been to the audition, I just didn't feel the same as Mark. I was unsure whether this film was going to be as good as it was hyped up to be.

"Rob" I turn my head toward Catherine. "I know this could be really scary but it could also be the biggest moment in your life. I picked you for the role because I know that you will make the perfect Edward Cullen".

"If this film isn't successful and that a big if, then it could be just another one of those films that you add to your portfolio and put it down to a bad decision" mark began. I caught the glare that was shot at him from Catherine's eyes. In her mind this film was going to be huge, regardless.

"But more than likely this is going to be the turning point of your career; it will put you on the map buddy!"

I sighed slightly and replied "you're right. This is going to be great". I force a smile and hope that my acting skills have fooled them. It seemed to have worked. Maybe I can do this? At the point Charlie came into my thoughts. She didn't know about my chosen career.

It was after this meeting that I realised there was a lot of pressure on me to get this character right. I had been given a copy of the four books that completed the saga. The first film is based on the first book but there is the possibility of the other three books being turned into films if the first was a success. It could mean that I would be working for almost five years in total. The idea throws me. I find it hard to see myself in five days time let alone five years. The contracts had been signed so really there was nothing I could do but become Edward Cullen. My thoughts turn to Charlie. She hadn't asked me any questions about my career and the opportunity never came up to tell her that I had a rehearsal next week and then filming started the following month. I would be in Portland for more than 6 months. My heart twinges at the thought of not seeing her for that length of time. I have two options. One- I break away now before either of us get too involved, a clean break and we can both forget we had ever met. Ouch! The reaction my chest has every time I think about never seeing her again tells me that there has to be another option. Option two- I tell her who I am, what I do and leave her to decide whether she wants to be a part of my soon –to- be crazy life. My chest doesn't spasm at this thought and I know that this is the better idea out of the two. I don't know how she feels for me but every time I think about her, I find it hard to breathe. These feelings had to mean something. But could I throw Charlie into this crazy circus that my life could turn into? I have to tell her soon. I grab my phone, an idea suddenly coming to me and dial Ashley's number. It only takes her two rings to pick up.

"Ashley, hi, how's the shopping trip going?" I ask.

"Yeah it's going great. You won't have much more than a melted piece of plastic by the time Grace is finished with your credit card" she joked, only I knew that that was probably closer to the truth than she realised.

"Well as long as she's having a good time. Ashley, I have a favour to ask".

After I explain to Ashley what I had planned, she said that she would get to work and then hung up. I knew that I could count on her to help me. I have a few hours to prepare everything and plenty of things I needed to do. I work out that I need to be back here by four. Ashley assured me that she would not be back until six. I pull my black jumper on and grab my sunglasses. I call for a taxi and head for the one person who I knew could help me the most.