Hmm, it's about time that we have a EPOV, isn't it? Thanks for reviewing! My life has been so hectic recently, I don't even have time to think!
A little birdy has told me that it's not Stephanie Meyer, it's Stephenie Meyer. Many apologies.
Twilight + its characters= not my property *sob*
EPOV
As I watched Bella walk out of the supermarket, I felt a feeling swell up in my chest.
Shame.
I gasped. I, Edward Cullen, never felt shame. When I called my sister a bunch of obscene names in middle school, I had no shame. When I broke up with Tanya Denali and had her screaming at me every profane and uncouth word in her vocabulary I felt no shame. But now, here it was, overwhelming me after a mere conversation with my rival and co-star.
What the hell did she do to me?
I stared stupidly as she snapped at a reporter and then drove away. If she was a cartoon, steam would be literally pouring out of her ears right now. Sighing, I handed the cashier a ten for a few bags of gummy bears, which I was planning on storing in my stash later. I sauntered out the door, avoiding the questions reporters shot at me, and dodging over-eager cameras that were shoved in my face.
"What's your relationship with ?" Won't be happening for a long time now.
"Are you kids dating?" Kids? Really?
"Why was she so angry? Relationship trouble?" Pssshhh, kiss and make up, huh?
I swear, these people would not shut their fucking mouths.
I clambered into my sports car and drove away, ignoring the flashes of lights behind me. I sighed. What I said was true. If it had been Tanya, I would already be in her pants. Jessica, I'll be burying my face in her fake breasts. Lauren Mallory would most probably be giving me a B.J. But Bella, this smart, incredible, beautiful woman just walked away.
She really was a mystery.
I set an alarm for six o'clock tomorrow. For the first time, I didn't want to be late to set.
BPOV
When I opened the door, I was fuming. Slamming the door open, I came in and saw my perky friend Alice sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee. She looked me over, nad then observed:
"Bad day?"
"That doesn't even cut it,' I snapped. Alice took another prolonged drink of coffee, all the while staring at me."
"Spill."
In the course of five minutes, I told Alice everything from the spilled coffee to the things Edward had said about me.
Alice took another swig and shrieked hysterically:
"I'm going to kill him!"
Shaking my head, I removed her coffee cup. She did not need anymore adrenaline. I waited patiently until after her screaming rampage ended. Then, finally calming down, asked:
"So, what are you going to do about it?'
"I'll see what happens at set tomorrow."
The minute I walked into set, Angela pulled me to the stage.
"This is the part where Robyn and Anthony have their first kiss! Come on, get ready! For goodness sakes, will you hurry up?"
I hastily put on my catsuit and slinked, in what I hoped was a sexy fashion, onto the stage. I guess it was because Edward, who was (surprisingly) on time, gulped. I smirked and read my lines, having memorized them from heart.
Clutching the fake dagger in my hand, I murmured in a sultry voice:
"Hm, I think this is the part where I'm supposed to kill you."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Killing a man isn't like the movies."
I gulped. "What do you mean?"
"This knife," he outlined my dagger which was pressed to thigh, "will have the traces of a man's blood, and the mark will remain with you forever, that you have taken a human being's life."
In a quick movement, he snatched my dagger. I let out an audible gasp, and fell back.
Strong hands caught me. They held the shining metal knife to my throat, and I couldn't help feeling fear flicker inside me, although the dagger was fake and it was a movie. Suddenly, Edward, I mean, Anthony, dropped the knife.
"I can't do this Robyn, I can't."
Our lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss and it was broken only by Angela's voice screaming "Cut!", way too soon. Edward let me go. His eyes darkened at the sight of me and I looked away. I could feel them settle on my lips, where just minutes before, his encased mine.
"That was perfect!' she exclaimed, bubbly, excited and her usual sparkly self. "Now shoo, both of you! Time to go home!" She waved us off with her ring covered hands.
Backstage, Edward approached me. Running his hands through his hair, he started.
"Look Bella-"
I cut him off. "That kiss didn't change anything. It was all part of the script. Actors and Actresses do it all the time." I didn't turn to look at him, but I knew he was sporting a forlorn expression. I gathered my clothes and stepped out of the room.
During the car ride home, my words haunted me.
That kiss didn't mean anything.
That kiss didn't mean anything.
That-
"Shut up!" I screamed at myself, accidentally beeping my horn. The driver in front of me gave me the finger. I swerved around him and parked into my driveway. It was going to be a long night.
I emerged from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy yellow towel. My housekeeper, Charlotte, who was the only servant I had and practically my best friend, was yelling something incoherent outside. I ignored it. Probably some insane fan who-
The door burst open and I heard Charlotte screaming;
"Sir! Sir! You are not authorized-sir!"
A bronze hair covered head emerged from the doorway. My breath hitched. Edward.
"Sir!"
Charlotte appeared with Edward, out of breath. She looked at me with frightened eyes.
"I'm sorry Bella, but he-"she pointed at him wearily.
"It's fine, Charlotte. I was," I cleared my throat, "expecting him."
Charlotte nodded meekly, shot Edward a wary glance, and closed the door slowly behind her. I waited until her footsteps had faded when I turned on Edward.
"What the –"
The song "Just a Kiss" from Lady Antebellum blared from my room.
I've never opened up to anyone
So hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my arms
We don't need to rush this
Let's just take it slow
I paid it no mind. Resuming my sentence, I spoke again.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Edward peered at me sheepishly, not being able to pull his gaze away from my towel.
"My eyes are here you know."
His eyes made contact with mine, and he took a deep breath.
"I just wanted to say sorry."
"For calling me a whore?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. I didn't mean it, I just, you're so different."
He stepped towards me tentatively. Soon, his breath was blowing on my face. It smelled like peppermint. His hand tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear.
Sensible Bella screamed: Don't let him do this to you! He's a fucking player!
Insane Bella retorted: But I like it. And he's not a player.
Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright
No I don't want to mess this thing up
I don't want to push too far
Just a shot in the dark that you just might
Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life
So baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight
Edward's eyes darkened. His lips hovered over mine.
"I just want to-"
Footsteps drew closer. Charlotte was probably trying to find out what was taking me so long.
Edward's eyes widened and he placed his lips over mine quickly.
The kiss was sweet, and regrettably short. I let out a gasp when he pulled away.
There it was again. That electricity.
He stroked my face and whispered a quiet See you tomorrow. And grabbing his coat, he left, leaving me with only a slight understanding of what had taken place, and the bittersweet tingle of the memory of his lips, pressed against mine. Running after him, I reached the door. No one was there. The kiss was swept away by the cool night air, and the brilliant ray of moonlight shining on me.
There! I had this chapter in my head for so long… I'm pleased to say this update is a bit more than a thousand. It may seem little, but for a word drabble girl, it's a lot.
Please review! Can we get up to maybe fifteen? Please? *puppy eyes*