Disclaimer : I do not know Robert Pattinson or any of the real people named in this story. Its all a figment of my overactive, warped sense of humour and vivid imagination. No harm is meant. I do however know Cassie, Lisa, Kelly and Emma.

CHAPTER THREE

HELP

I calmly laid my laptop on my desk in my bedroom.

Took a quick shower and put on my Pj's.

I powered up, intending to start a new Power Point document but as I was pleased to see new messages in the Thomas Dupea folder, I checked them out instead.

Hey Cassie…Oops sorry Tarpas. I'm off to the pub with some mates, you met them, Sam and Tom, no-one else. Won't be late in perhaps I can Skype you later. If you see this after 7.30 I'll be gone already. CU Thomas

I checked my watch 7.15. He might still be there.

Hi Thomas. Just got message. As long as its no later than 10.30 Skype, after that I'll be in the land of make believe dreaming about our guy. Ahh Sigh. TARPAS

I was shocked again when the Skype box pinged, I clicked to view and broadcast.

'Hey TARPAS. Where are you?' He asked staring at the screen in front of him.

'My bedroom.' I answered, a blush creeping up my neck and landing slap bang on my cheeks.

He was laughing. 'Oh that's so cute.' He guffawed making my blush deepen.

I huffed. 'If your just going to take the piss.' I scowled.

'Hey don't get upset. You just look so…Cute.

'Puppy dogs are cute. Little babies are cute. Even fucking elephants are cute. I don't want to be cute.'

Oh Jesus, verbal filter on melt down.

'Okay, you're not cute…You're…Stunning.' He smiled.

'Not true but better.' I huffed.

'Cass have you thought about my proposal?' He asked, a huge grin plastering his face.

Okay see. I could wipe that look right off of his gorgeous mug.

Should I? Yeah, why the hell not.

'I understand you're being interviewed this week.'

Immediate change in his features.

'Yes, a couple…I don't know. They might be fun but its mostly screaming not much talking.'

'This isn't the States Thomas. English fans are a little more refined.' I announced with a smile.

'You think so do you?' He asked his cheeky smirk reappearing. Oh heaven!

'Oh, much more reserved.' I grinned.

'Well, we'll see.'

'So what show's are you going on?'

'I'm not sure…The Morning Show and Graham…Oh I forgot his name.'

'Norton?' I smiled knowingly.

'Yeah that's him. Comedian chappy, pretty funny. That should be good.' He laughed.

'Oh here come's trouble. I have to go Cass, Sam's here and…No fuck off Sam.'

He laughed as another face appeared on my screen.

Sam Bradley. 'Oh my God Emma will kill me for not calling her.'

'Who's Emma?' Sam asked.

'Oh shit! Did I say that out loud?' I grimaced hiding my face in my hands.

'Hey don't hide your face love. Who's Emma.' Sam asked again.

'She's one of my girls.'

No, that didn't sound right.

It made me sound like a madam or something.

'Oh lovey, one of your girls?' Sam giggled.'

'One of my housemates.' I clarified nervously.

'Really? How many housemates do you have?' Sam asked, as Thomas tried to push him away from the screen.

'Fuck off Sam.'

'No wait Rob.'

I laughed as they pushed against each other, on the sofa, in front of the laptop screen.

'Come along boys, don't bicker.' I laughed.

'So how many?' Sam asked again.

'Three, although we just lost one. She's moved to London for a new job.' I explained.

'Does she look anything like you?' Sam laughed, holding his fingers crossed in front of the screen.

'She does actually, although she has blond streaks in her hair.' I answered honestly.

I saw Thomas whispering something to Sam, who looked taken aback.

'I've met you? When? Where?' He gasped.

'You met all four of us, sort of. You actually scowled at us. New Year's eve, in the pub.'

'Holy shit! The 2 blonds and 2 brunettes.' Sam grinned.

'Oh yeah I remember, hot little blond, blue eyes and nice t… Ow Rob, what? I was gonna say nice trainers.' Sam laughed, rubbing the arm, that Thomas had obviously thumped.

'Okay Cass, well Rob's getting as shitty as fuck. I'll say bye for now love. Talk to you soon I hope and your little blond mate.' Sam said, waving manically at the screen.

'Bye Sam, see ya.' I replied as he moved off.

Thomas watched him as he walked away, shaking his head.

'Sorry about that Tarpas. Can't take that prat anywhere.' He laughed.

'Shut the fuck up Patty.' Sam called from somewhere in the background.

'I think he'd really get on with my girl Emma.' I said, knowing full well that Sam was definitely Em's preferred choice from the Brit pack, after our guy of course.

Kelly's choice, Tom Sturridge and Lisa was madly in love with Marcus Foster.

My own choice? Well that would have to Thomas Dupea.

'Anyway Tarpas, I'll sign off now. Sam's gagging for a pint and the sooner I go the quicker I'll be back.'

'Oh by the way, when Robert tapes the Graham Norton show, tell him to look out for Tarpas t-shirts in the audience.' I said cryptically.

'Huh?'

'Bye.' I clicked off. Well, that will certainly give him something to think about, I grinned.

I opened my design page and went to work. I was pleased with the layout for Coopers Forge and pretty sure I'd ticked all the boxes for the client. I saved my work. The graphic tablet and pen proved to be a brilliant investment and really made my job a lot easier.

I went downstairs, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and an apple.

All the lights were out, my girls were sleeping.

Returning to my room, I checked the clock, 10.48. One last look on Tarpas and then bed. I yawned and stretched, my back was stiff from sitting at my desk for so long. I decided to lie down on my bed.

With the laptop resting on my pillow, I lay on my tummy and opened home page, 9,000 hits and over 2,000 sign ups, unbelievable. I opened a few new members messages.

Hi Tarpas. I'm Jodie, 29 years old and live in Memphis, Tennessee. I love this blog and sooooo agree with your rule! Robert rocks, no to T and E.C, love Jo

Hey Tarpas. Love your blog. Excellent, nothing like it out there. Names Ann, I live in Montreal Canada. Will be great not to have T or E.C fans here. Can't wait for newsletters. Best wishes, Ann

Oh crap! Newsletter? I hadn't thought of that.

Of course members would expect updates.

I had to get to work.

What updates did I have.

Of course, after Friday, I would have the best and most exclusive update.

I was just about to log off and open a new word document when the Skype box appeared.

Thomas Dupea request broadcast.

My finger hovered over allow, oh to hell with it.

He sat there, looking a little the worse for wear.

He looked delicious in a black leather jacket, NYC baseball cap.

I couldn't help but giggle.

'Hi Thomas, are you in disguise?'

He grinned and removed his iconic Raybans from his eyes.

His slightly glazed, unfocused eyes.

'Hi Trapass.' He grinned wickedly.

I ignored the obvious spell check error.

'Are you going or just coming?' I asked.

He coughed, 'I…Um…ha ha ha…I wish.' He laughed, his eyes twinkling wickedly. 'Where are you?'

He brought his face nearer to the screen.

I suddenly felt, well, turned on.

I was lying in bed looking at the face of my dreams, lying on my pillow.

'Hey Cass?' I looked up into his face. 'Yes.'

He gulped, 'Are you in…Bed?'

He asked, his silky voice shot straight through my ears and plummeted headlong into my nether regions.

I shuffled uncomfortably.

Be strong Cass.

'Yes and you're actually laying on my pillow.' I smiled.

He licked his lips and touched the screen with those long, sexy fingers of his.

I closed my eyes, bit my bottom lip nervously, then sighed.

'Oh God Cass. I'd give anything to…'

'For fuck's sake Patty. You've got three days. Jump in your car, drive onto the ferry and go see her.' I heard Sam shout.

'I can't Sam, I've got…Stuff to do.' He groaned.

His hands rubbing his face in frustration.

Our guy was sad.

Put a stop to it Cass.

'Hey Thomas.' I smiled.

He looked back at the screen, a smirk on his face.

'Why do you call me Thomas? You know my name?' He laughed, the crinkly eyed VH1 model.

'Sorry, on here you're Thomas Dupea. Mr No-body and totally nice bloke.'

'Mr nobody? I love it. Nice bloke, not sure about that Tarpas, I'm really not that nice.'

'Oh for fuck's sake Patty. Have another beer and cheer the hell up.' Sam called, then Thomas took a bottle from his hand. Sam's face appeared. 'Hey Cass, cheer him up will you? He's been downing beers and talking about his Tarpas girl all fucking night. A real pain in the arse.' Sam laughed.

'I'll try Sam. May be a lost cause though.' I grinned as Thomas pushed his mate away from his laptop.

Well here goes.

'Do you remember what I told you earlier Thomas, about the Graham Norton show?'

I asked cryptically.

'Yeah, you said to look out for your t-shirts right?

'That's it. Well apparently some of our members have managed to get tickets for the taping, lucky buggers.' I sighed, feigning disappointment.

'I'm sure I could get you a ticket Cass.' He said enthusiastically.

'Can't I'm busy Friday. New client to meet. He wants an exclusive web page designed.'

Cass you wicked woman.

'Oh right. Well, I'll be sure to say hello to your Tarpas ladies.' He smiled despondently.

'So when do you go back to the States?' I asked, attempting to change the subject, he was having none of it.

'I really don't want to talk about that Cass. I'd much rather talk about you.' He smiled, VH1 be damned.

'Me? Oh nothing exciting, I'm afraid.'

'How old are you?' He asked after taking a gulp of his beer.

'24, almost 25.' His smile widened, 'hey me too.' He grinned.

'Um…Yeah…I know.' I chuckled.

'Oh right, of course you know. You probably know more about me than I know.'

'It's only stuff I've read anyway, most of it is probably bullshit.'

'Practically everything written about me is bullshit Cass.'

'I have to write a newsletter for the Tarpas members. I wish I had an exclusive for them.' I sighed.

'I'll give you an exclusive Tarpas.' He grinned, waggling his eyebrows conspiratorially.

'Right and what might that be, Thomas Dupea?'

'Well, I have it on good authority that…Um…Your guy.' He grinned. 'Is about to be signed for a new film.' He took another swig from his beer, leaving me hanging. To make matters worse, he was stroking the bloody Stoli again.

'Okay, well, I already know about Cosmopolis and maybe, Unbound Captives, so what's the new project?'

'A rom com, a remake actually.' He snickered.

'Really, and what's the name of this remake?'

I'd moved closer to the screen again fascinated by his hand running over the iconic Stoli t-shirt.

'The Graduate.' He whispered, and placed a finger against his lips. 'Shush, it's a secret.' He grinned.

'But the Graduate? Not really a romantic comedy.' I questioned.

I knew the Dustin Hoffman and Anne Bancroft movie quite well, it was one of my girls favourites.

'This one will be. I've read the script. It's good. Not sure I can pull it off though. Dustin Hoffman's a big act to follow.'

'Of course you can do it. You'll play it how you see the character, not how someone else played him. Different script, different movie. You'll be brilliant. You can do anything Rob.' Oh bum! Did I just drop the Thomas pseudonym? I did.

'You…Called me…Rob.'

'Yeah I know, sorry Thomas but you made me mad there for a minute. Stop putting yourself down. When you put your mind to it you can play any role. Remember, you're a fantastic actor.'

He was silent for a long time. I thought I'd stuck my foot in it but he smiled.

'Are you my numero uno fan Cass?' He grinned.

'No Thomas, that would be your mum.' I smiled, watching, as he counted his fingers.

'What are you doing?' I asked fascinated as he continued counting, his brow furrowed.

'I'm working out what number you are. Mum, dad, Vic, Liz, Nana. Okay, you're number 13, how's that?' He laughed happily.

'Unlucky for some?' I asked. Strange that it was my birth date.

'Not for me.' He smiled. Bollocks to VH1. Give me this smile any day!

I yawned and glanced at the clock.

'Crikey, its almost 1 am.' Where had the time gone.

'That's what happens when you're having fun.' He laughed.

'I'd better sign off Thomas. Lots to do today, busy, busy, busy.' I smiled.

He was suddenly very serious.

'Cass, would you do something for me?' He asked softly.

I held my breath.

'Depends on what it is?'

'Will…Would you say my name again…Please?'

He asked, touching the screen with his long middle finger.

I swear I moaned. 'Robert.'

'Holy shit! How do you do that?'

My eyes snapped open. 'Do what?'

'How do you turn me on…Just by saying my fucking name?'

I giggled nervously. 'It's a gift I guess.'

'God…I wish I really did have my head on your pillow Cass. I wish I was there with you…In your bed…Oh shit.'

This was getting way too heavy as I watched him nervously push two fingers into his brow, causing the skin on his forehead to wrinkle.

He stared intently at his screen.

'Thomas, are you alright.'

He looked sad, lonely.

He swallowed heavily.

'I'm about to do something…Really out of character…I…Cass, I want to…'

'Please Thomas. I don't do Skype sex. Not on a first date.' I grinned, trying to break the tension.

He laughed. 'That's a new one…But that was not what I was going to say.'

'Oh sorry.' I muttered.

'Can I please ask my question now?'

'Huh, huh.'

'Cassie. I want to meet you.' He breathed deeply, as though he had been holding his breath.

'Oh fuck and that's me out of here.'

'Hey what's wrong? I…I thought we'd made a connection. I'm sorry if I misread it…I.'

'This was fun Thomas. I have to go.'

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Robert Pattinson had just made several passes at me, culminating in him asking to meet me.

So why was I so freaked out?

Come on. This is our guy, RPatz, sex on legs, the object of a million women's desire.

He'd asked to meet me, a nobody, a nothing. I was scared shitless!

'Cassie, what did I say?'

'You…Didn't say anything Thomas. It's just…Well you took me by surprise actually.'

'Didn't you feel a connection between us Cass?'

'I'm nobody Thomas. I'm not particularly pretty. I've only ever had one boyfriend and he turned out to be a shit. I live in a small house on the Isle of Wight with my high school friends. All in all, I'm quite boring.'

I confessed anxiously.

I saw his lips purse into a fine line before he sighed, running his hand through his hair.

He stared into my eyes.

'You're talking utter bollocks Cass. For an intelligent, beautiful woman you're quite a dumb arse aren't you?' He grinned.

'I like you Cass and I want to get to know you and I don't mean over a Skype broadcast.'

'I don't know. I'll have to think about it. Look its late, I have to go Thomas.'

'Rob…My fucking name is Rob.' He shouted angrily.

I glared back at him. I'd had enough of men shouting at me to last my lifetime. I didn't need it from him. I felt tears stinging my eyes.

'Not on this blog Thomas. Goodnight.' I clicked end broadcast and my screen went blank.