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Rob's POV:

It was the beginning of March and I was leaving the very first line reading for New Moon. I grabbed the pack of cigarettes out of my pocket and lit one up, thinking about what happened that day as I walked solo down the cold, Vancouver street.

I straightened out my beanie and kept my head down as I walked and smoked, hoping to not be recognized by any of the people passing. So much had changed now. Both personally and professionally, everything was different, even though I hated to admit it.

My personal life was great as far as my friends went, but I felt so lonely. Whenever I was in LA, I had to be so careful about where I was going and what I did because people would always fucking write a report on every little detail, down the the shirt I was wearing. I was trying to drive my own life, but it was hard under the sudden circumstances.

In the line reading earlier that day, I read through the break up scene with Kristen and a few other scenes, but the break up scene was the only one that was really challenging. I felt myself getting more and more on edge each time we began. We did it so many times and it always changed, never getting easier. The new director, Chris, sat in, and he was very supportive.

"Don't look her in the eye. You're lying. Remember that." Chris said.

I took in all of his directions, altering my performance. I tried to not look at Kristen that much because I was in the strangest mood, almost on the edge of tears, plus I wasn't supposed to.

When I did catch a glance of her when she talked to Chris, she looked amazing. Her hair was pulled back into a bun on the nape of her neck and she was wearing a sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers. I hadn't seen her in awhile and I always thought she was beautiful, obviously. Something was different, though. I wasn't allowing myself to go there. But I knew if I let my emotions go, I so easily could.

When we finished, Kristen asked if I wanted to go get lunch, but I told her I needed to be alone. It was true. I was used to being alone now.

Kristen's POV:

The line reading was rocky. We shouldn't have began with that tough scene because Rob was really putting a lot of pressure on that scene and so was I.

When I got back to the hotel after the reading, I ordered a salad from the hotel and had lunch with Nikki, Ashley, Taylor, and Kellan.

We'd all been working for two weeks before Rob even came to Vancouver. For those two weeks, the cast had such a different dynamic. I realized more so than ever that, even though I was good friends with all of the cast members, there was nothing like the relationship that Rob and I had. I could laugh with the rest of the cast and have a good time, but with Rob, we could talk about nothing for hours, or not talk at all. Everything was so bland and I missed staying in and talking to Rob instead of going out to bars with the cast every night, which was mostly what their activities consisted of.

When Rob first arrived in Vancouver, he got a taxi to the hotel. I was nervous, like, little-fucking-girl-nervous and I couldn't figure out why. It was just because I hadn't seen him in awhile...I mean, I think so.

I walked over and knocked on his door and he looked like a mess. He gave me a hug and he smelt so strongly of cigarettes and mint.

"Have you been smoking more?"

"I'm addicted," he laughed as I rolled my eyes. I was addicted too, but I was more concerned about him than I was about myself.

I watched him unpack from his perfectly made hotel bed and we caught up on everything, not touching on our personal lives too much. Strictly professional, but friends.

"How is the music thing going? You should do something for New Moon." I smiled, excited at the idea.

"No way. I can't write anything anymore."

"You're so hard on yourself. You're fucking good. Your song writing, playing, and voice. I'm not going to pressure you because of how huge everything is now, but I hope you continue to do it on your own time at least." I shrugged my shoulders and then walked over to him. "Why can't you write?" I asked.

"I need to be really depressed to write. I actually have written a few things, but not really songs. I don't know."

"You're depressed?"

"Any more questions?" he stifled a laugh.

"That can be the last one if you answer it." I smiled at him and patted his shoulder, "go on."

"You're always so inquisitive. It's crazy how much you care about people."

I got kind of side-tracked, his ignoring my question almost worked. "I care about you, yes. So, are you?"

"It's just been a hard few months, adjusting. We always talk about this, though. I feel like you're taking it a lot better than me and I don't want to bring the negativity into your views of the changes in our lives."

"Don't worry about me, Rob. We are both experiencing the same shit. I'll teach you how to hide. We can hide together, all right? And we can talk about this whenever you need to because I get it. Don't shut me out. I'm the only one who really understands and I need to talk sometimes, too."

"Thank you."

I walked out of the room, telling him he needed a long, long shower, and went back to my room to call Mike. More complication.

Ring, ring, ring...ring...

On the final ring, he finally answered, "hello?"

"Hello to you." I said.

"I've been calling, where have you been?"

"It's early. I was asleep, then some more cast members got here, and I have to go to a line reading in a little while. What's going on with you?"

"Line reading? With who?"

"Chris and Rob. Rob's first day is today."

"Oh, right. Am I still coming to visit?"

"Next week, right? Yes, I want you to. We need to figure everything out with us, you know."

"I don't want to lose you." The sadness colored his tone and I started to feel really uncomfortable, not knowing what to say.

"You're not losing me. Things right now are just weird. I think we can both agree about that. I don't want to talk about this over the phone, though, and I have to leave. I'll see you next week. Text me, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Later, Mike."

"Bye, Kristen."

~The next week...~

Kristen's POV:

I got dressed into a baggy pair of pants, sweatshirt, and left my hair down in it's natural state. I had the afternoon off, and I was going to pick up Mike at the airport.

I got into my rent-a-car. It was nice having the money to rent a car at work. We definitely didn't do this for the first movie.

I was a little late picking up Mike, so he was already waiting outside of the airport. I smiled at him as I rolled up beside the curb and he smiled back. He had such a goofy, childlike smile. He had his glasses on top of his hand, holding back his hair which had gotten much longer since I'd last seen him. He looked great and happy and I realized that this didn't have to be all bad.

He threw a bag into the backseat and then got into the car beside me. "Hey you," he said, smiling goofily again.

"Hi" I smiled at him, not knowing whether or not I should kiss him, or what.

I stopped wondering what I should do when he leaned in and gave me a light kiss on the lips. It felt good to see him again. The bad feelings kind of dissipated for a moment because I realized that I did miss him.

We went to the city of Vancouver and had lunch. He asked me how the shoot was going and other casual things. He was being particularly funny and always grabbing at my hand, as if he was proving something to me.

"You're awfully touchy." I commented, taking a sip of my Coke.

"Does that bother you? I am your boyfriend. We used to be like this." He took a bite of his sandwich and then swallowed it and looked up at me.

I stared at him as I kept sipping my soda. "Yeah, used to be. Before today, we hadn't even spoken really. I was just expecting something different when I saw you, that's all."

"What were you expecting?"

"What I've been getting for the past few months. You, aloof, and uncaring." I raised my brow at him and pulled my hand back a little on the table.

"Can't we forget that shit, Kristen?"

"Yeah, we can. I'm just confused."

"Can we also go back to the hotel? I don't feel like talking here."

We walked around the town for a bit, hand-in-hand, then left shortly after we were spotted by people and the paparazzi. Mike kept a hold on my hand for the pictures, once again, making me feel like he was trying to prove something. He normally didn't like this shit, but now all of a sudden, he was okay with it? Who was he trying to fool?

We got back to the hotel and he still had a death grip on my hand. He kissed me in front of the elevator and then tried to deepen it when we got inside like some fucking seduction tactic. I wasn't having it.

"Stop it. Not here."

He silently stopped and we walked to my room together. Once inside, he flipped on the TV and put his bags down. I paced back and forth in the room, running my fingers through my hair. I could have really used a cigarette in that moment.

"Something wrong?"

"This is wrong." I replied simply. I couldn't even look at him. It was too hard.

"Uh...what?"

"Mike."

"What?"

"Stop fucking saying 'what'!"

"Wh...Can you tell me your problem?"

"I don't have a problem. This relationship. Us, as more than friends, is just not working out, Mike. You know it. There is no saving it. I just don't want to be in this relationship anymore. I haven't been in it for awhile and I can't lie to myself anymore, telling myself that we're forever and all of that bull shit. It's not forever. We're not good for each other anymore."

"So, that's it?"

"That's all you have to say?"

"I don't want to say what is on my mind because I want to end this peacefully. We had a good run."

A good run? What the fuck? Holding yourself back, Kristen.

"We did...have a good run. I hope we can be friends someday. Thank you, Mike."

I didn't know why I was thanking him. There were so many reasons. He had taught me so much. Over two years of your life with someone is certainly going to have an impact on you and this relationship was a good one. I had no bitter feelings and I felt really confident in my decision to end things with Mike, though the breakup was pretty mutual. Definitely not one of those blow out stories that you can drag on about with your gossip-y friends.

He walked over to me and gave me a hug and I held him there for a good two minutes. "I love you." I whispered, tears filling up in my eyes. I knew this was the last time I would see him for awhile. Friendships after breakups didn't seem like an easy thing.

"I'll always love you, too, Kris. You're amazing."

"Even if we are too busy to talk much or see each other, you have a friend in me, buddy." I smiled and wiped the single tear falling from my eye. Mike had tears in his eyes too.

It was a bittersweet end. One that needed to come, while also really hurting to see something that took up such a huge chunk of our lives go.

Mike didn't spend the night like we had planned. I took him to the airport and he got a rushed flight back to California. He kissed me goodbye and that was it.

Over.

A new chapter was on it's way.

I cried that whole way back to the hotel, blasting my music to drain out my thoughts. I wasn't crying because I was sad, I was crying because I knew how much things were going to change. It was a huge page to turn over and I needed to let it all out.

When I got back to the hotel, I went to Nikki's room, and she wasn't in there, so I walked over to Rob's room and wiped my eyes, pulling myself together.

I knocked on the door twice and then waited. Nikki answered.

"Hey, I was looking for you. You weren't in your room, so that's why I'm here. Can we talk?"

Rob walked over to the door, I assumed he sensed from my voice that I'd been crying. He peeked out the door to me.

"Are you all right?" He asked.

"Yeah, I can talk." Nikki chimed in. "You wanna go back to my room? Let's go." She grabbed my arm and we walked to her room together.

Once we were inside with the door shut she hugged me and I stopped crying. I realized that was the last of my cying. "It's over, Nik."

"No...no. Why? No." I knew she would react like this. She thought Mike and I were meant for each other, being friends with both of us. Neither of us told her the negative aspects of our relationship very often.

"Yeah. It hasn't been working for awhile and I just...fucking ended it. I don't know. It feels right, though. I'm sure this is right." I ran my fingers through my hair and then tied it up with the hair tie on my wrist.

"Is there someone else? I don't get it." She said judgingly.

"No, there's no one else. It just wasn't fucking working. You know what, forget it. Let's just talk about something else. I don't even need to talk about it, I'm really fine."

"Is Mike ok?"

"He seemed good to me."

"I didn't even get to see him. He left?"

"Yes. He wasn't going to stay the night."

"He could have stayed in my room. I wanted to see him."

"Seriously, Nik?" I shook my head and walked over to the door. "I'm going to be in my room. Call Mike to check on him if you want. He's fine. And he wanted to leave."

I walked out of her room and realized that I was going into my room alone. I didn't want to be alone at all, so I texted Rob. It was so stupid. I could have just knocked. I knew he was in his room, but I didn't want it to be weird, so I made sure he wanted to see me.

"Can I come to your room?" I hit send and waited.

"Can you? x"

I smiled at his reply and walked knocked on the door that joined our rooms. We always had the joining rooms for late night rehearsing.

Rob opened up the door and I didn't really look at him before, but now I really, really looked him. He was wearing a white tshirt and his hair was a mess. He was in briefs and had no shoes on. All of the lights in his room were out and the TV was flashing blue and white lights against the walls.

"Are you watching The Shining?" I made an obscure face and walked into the room, and sure enough, he was.

"Do you object?"

"Your love for Jack Nicholson...is almost...strange."

He laughed and played with a piece of his hair that fell down onto his forehead, trying to get it to stay back.

"All right, you don't wanna watch with me? Fine." He made a dissmissing motion at me, towards the door.

"No, no." I smiled. It was the first time I smiled since the Mike-thing that was just a thing of the past now.

"You look like hell." He said, looking me up and down, and then walked over to his bed and layed down, propping himself up against a pillow and folding one of his arms behind his head.

"Thanks a lot."

"Something happen?" I could hear the concern in his voice, even though he was trying to keep it casual. I knew he knew Mike was coming today, so I think it was rather obvious what had happened.

"Mike and I, we uh...broke up." I walked over to the bed and laid down next to Rob, scooting closer. He put his arm around me, over my head, and I tucked my body into his side. "It's really fine. It had to happen and it's been a long time coming. We haven't been right, so I don't need any pity. Got it?"

"Shut the fuck up and watch the movie." He smiled at me.

I loved how he always knew how to make me forget about everything else. No matter big or small, he could always make it all go away.

After the movie was finished, it was time to get ready for our night shoot. Getting ready for a Twilight filming consisted of one thing: leaving. It wasn't like they weren't just going to remove the clothes on our backs and changes our face into Edward and Bella anyway.

This night, we filmed an apparition scene with Anna Kendrick and I did the scene outside of the movie theater with Taylor and Michael, and then inside of the movie theater with them.

The apparition scene was hilarious to shoot. It was the first one that we did so far and Rob looked so funny doing it. He was doing a good job, but it was funny because I know him, and I know he felt silly.

We took a break while they looked at the footage they captured and Rob, Anna, and I all hung out, drinking coffee to stay awake.

"I love night shoots. Everyone is always so wired. It's like sleepovers. Whenever you go to a sleepover, it's such a bonding experience. You say so much more than you would say during the day at night." Anna chirped, smiling.

I nodded my head, agreeing and then looked over at Rob who was smiling at me. I smiled back and then quickly turned my head to Anna.

"I would agree completely about the loving it if it wasn't so fucking cold out here." I rubbed my hands along the coffee cup to warm them and then took a sip, leaving it in my mouth for a few seconds to keep me warmer.

"Can I have a sip?" Rob asked.

"Rob...don't be reckless." I said, in his my best Rob-as-Edward-voice. "Save me some."

I handed him the cup and then quickly took it back when he was finished to keep my hands warm.

Chris walked over after a little while and told us we were free to go. What were we going to do at three in the morning?

Sleep.

Rob came into my room when we got back to the hotel and we looked over the scenes for tomorrow and then crashed on my bed, still in our clothes from the same day.

Longest, never ending day, ever.

~One more week passes~

Rob's POV:

It seemed like such a long time had passed since we'd rehearsed the break up scene and the time to shoot it had finally come. Kristen, the rest of the crew, Chris, and myelf, all headed to set at four in the morning to get makeup done and start shooting as soon as it was light out until dark.

I saw Kristen briefly before going to get ready and she hugged me around the waist, not really saying anything. We both knew it was going to be a hard day. Once I was in makeup, I walked over to Kristen's trailer. She had been ready for awhile. Bella was much more low maintenance than Edward.

"How you doin'?" She asked me.

I shrugged. "A bit nervous. Anxious. I just want to get started."

Just then, Chris banged on the door of the trailer and walked in. Kristen and I were sitting close and she had her hand on my leg. Luckily Chris had a sense of humor and lightened the mood.

"Woah, woah. Am I interrupting something? Let's go, crazy kids. Big day ahead."

"Yeah, thanks, Chris." Kristen walked over and gave him a playful punch in the arm. "We weren't nervous enough for the 'big day' already." She said sarcastically.

I laughed and we walked out to the Bella's house set. Chris wanted to film the whole scene in sequence to help us out and for that I was thankful. We would have to do the night pre-breakup after, though.

Kristen and I walked over to the side where all the camera men were already set up. We talked to Chris for awhile and he reminded us of all the things to be aware of and then told us to "do what we do best" before getting behind the camera.

The first shot of the day was always the hardest because it took awhile to get into it, but today it was easy to imagine because I'd been imagining the emotions for so long.

Kristen looked so cute in the big red truck when they called the first action. It was hard to believe Edward would walk away from this. What a douche.

Kristen hopped out of the truck with a little smile on her face and I imagined how much that smile must have hurt Edward. She was excited to see him, and he was about to ruinher. Absolutely, destroy her. And he knew it. He also knew he was a prick.

"Bella, will you take a walk with me?" I said, barely looking at Kristen, like a prick.

"CUT!" Chris said.

I paced around for a minute after they called cut and then got ready to repeat the shot a few more times and then the shot of us walking into the woods.

While they set up the cameras for the big part of the scene in the woods, Kristen and I sat down on a tree that had fallen and read through the scene together.

There were bugs flying around everywhere and I was feeling really somber due to the content of the scene.

"I don't want you to come with me." I choked out quietly so that only Kristen could hear, we were just practicing.

"You don't...want me?" I looked up at Kristen and her eyes were so watery.

"No." I said sternly, looking straight into her Bella, brown eyes.

"That was really good. I really believed you." Kristen said.

I looked down at the script and read through the lines again, voicing them in my head how I wanted to say them.

I felt a tiny finger skim across my jawline and turned my head over to Kristen. It was her.

"There was a bug." She smiled slightly.

Chris came over to us and we did the scene and then I got a short break while Kristen filmed her breakdown in the forrest. She also filmed a scene with 'Charlie' in 'Bella's house.'

I stayed along the sidelines for when she had a break, so that I could talk to her and talk her through it. The scenes were all hard for her and she needed someone there for her and I was more than willing.

Once it got dark out, we filmed the scene that was supposed to be the night before the breakup. Kristen and I went over the lines and we were questioning them. They didn't seem right. We did the scene anyway, but instead of relief of finishing, there was a sense that we did something wrong.

"They have never told each other 'I love you.'" Kristen said, while we drank coffee on our break.

"Shit, you're right." I thought for a moment.

"They need to. That's kind of ridiculous, that she didn't write that in there."

"You tell Chris then." I smiled at her and nodded my head. "Go."

"We'll both go." She insisted, so I followed her over to Chris.

He was talking to one of the other crew members. "Can we steal you for a sec?" Kristen asked. Chris obliged and followed us out of hearing distance of the crew.

"Rob?" Kristen looked at me. What a...fuck.

"Kristen and I were just talking about the last scene and I don't know, we thought it would have been cool to add in and 'I love you' and a kiss or something. It was cool how it was. But they've never said I love you, so.."

Chris cut me off before I could ramble on any more and called over to the lights guys.

"Turn around the lights. We're going to shoot it again. Rob and Kristen have an idea."

Kristen turned to me and her jaw dropped, and then she smiled. "Good job." She patted a hand on my chest. "Let's go improv, Edward."

Kristen and I got in front of the truck and they called action.

"It's my birthday...can I ask for something?" She said, seriously. She paused a moment and I didn't know what was coming next. "Kiss me." She said.

I grabbed the side of her neck and pulled her towards me and crashed my lips into hers. It was the first kiss we filmed so far and it sent every part of me out of my element. It wasn't even a deep kiss, but it was hard. I pressed my lips so roughly against hers and she pressed against mine with the same intensity. I let out a groan against her mouth and she made a small huff as I pulled away.

"I love you." She stared into my eyes and I couldn't speak.

"Love you." I said, then turned away and walked into the darkness as they called cut.

"That was beautiful, guys. That was so much better. I'm so glad you came to me. Wow." Chris said enthusiastically. "You guys are done for the night. Thank you again. Truly incredible. This is why I love working with you both." He smiled and gave us both a hug, then let us leave set.

Kristen and I drove back to the hotel. I drove for once and she played with my pinky finger on the gear stick the whole way there. It was weirdly relaxing.

"I feel good about today." She said.

"Me too." I looked over at her and she was looking at me so innocently, with huge eyes.

"You didn't wash your makeup off all the way." She laughed, then took her hand and rubbed it against my face, trying to make it come off.

"This crap is here to stay. It's so much more permanent than on Twilight. I can't be assed to stand by a sink for five hours when they're just going to put it on me again." I laughed and grabbed her hand from my face and held it.

She didn't pull away for once, but we let go when we got to the hotel.

"You sleeping over?" I asked her.

"Mhm." She gave me a small smile.

We normally laid at opposite ends of the bed while we slept, but that night, we laid close together. I laid on my back and she rested her head and hand on my chest. I folded an arm behind me, holding the pillow up for my head and fell asleep quickly with Kristen on top of me.

...Is this real life? Maybe I was already dreaming.

Sorry this update took forever. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review.

Getting closer to that moment and I want to make it perfect, so tell me what you think.

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