(I just wanted to put this picture on here because I think it's adorable)

A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever. School has been hectic and I've been so busy with homework and stress that I'm hardly ever on. So here's Chapter 8. I'll try to make it as long as possible. Read and review, please. XOXO

After we got control of our hormones, we sat on his couch and watched more cartoons. This day could not get any better!

"So, that kind of music do you listen to?" he asked, rubbing my shoulder.

"Um, just anything that sounds good. Anything excepted rap and country," I said, leaning against him. "What about you?"

He shrugged. "Just anything good, I suppose. I don't listen to a lot of music, so I just write my own music and play guitar. But, trust I'm far from being as good as you, love."

I laughed. "It's called having no life and learning every note from your dad."

"Still, you're a complete natural at it. You should think about a career in music. You would be really good."

I shrugged. "I don't really think I could deal with the gossip and the 'hot-or-not's of society. I'm over sensitive, I guess."

He stopped rubbing my arm for a second and asked, "What do you mean 'the 'hot-or-not's of society'?"

I laughed, nervously. "I probably couldn't handle people judging my looks or my music and talent."

He looked at me with a 'you-gotta-be-kidding-me' look. "Trust me, you'd make playboy top ten before you knew it."

Did he just refer to me as the next playmate?

He looked embarrassed. "I…didn't mean it that way…uh..I was just saying."

I laughed. "I know. I'm not looking into that career yet. Maybe if I become desperate."

"Well, I'm sure those guys at the guitar shop would love to see you desperate," he said, probably to himself, but I overheard him and laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He laughed, too. His fingers graced the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "The way those guys where looking at you, there probably hoping you become desperate and do that kind of stuff just for their pleasure."

Wow. This subject was getting awkward, but I kind of liked it. I was seeing a side of Robert I had never seen or read about. "Well, you were one of those guys, Rob." I looked up into his eyes.

We burst out laughing at our playful banter. I was laughing so hard that I fell into his lap. I got control of myself and looked up at him. Looking at him who like a drug; you didn't want to stop looking at him, but if you did any longer you'd go over board with him…..and his body.

He traced his long fingers across my forehead. My skin heated up under his touch. "Why do you look so happy?" he said frowning.

It was my turn to give him a 'you-gotta-be-kidding-me' look and I shot it hard.

"Are you serious," I said, raising my eyes brow. He shrugged containing a laugh. "Well, I'm kind of happy that I'm sitting-."

"Laying!" he corrected me. We both laughed.

"Ok..'laying' on Robert Pattinson's lap? I don't know, maybe I shouldn't be happy." I said crossing my arms. We looked at each other and began to laugh once more.

"Get up," he said pushing me upright off his lap. Had I done something wrong? I looked up at him confused. He smiled at me as he got off the couch. He grabbed my hand and I followed behind him.

We weaved through his apartment. We ended up in a dark room. He let go of my hand and I just stood there. I heard him fumble around in the room, then he turned on a small, dim light. I realized we were in his bedroom.

The room was fairly clean, few clothes scattered throughout the floor. I looked at his bed which was made put was wrinkled with his guitar and a few pieces of paper on top of it. He picked up the guitar and papers and discarded them in the floor.

He motioned for me to come to him. I moved slowly, kind of scared as what I was getting myself into. So many girls had thought of this fantasy and I was about to live it out perhaps.

He shook his head as if he could read my thoughts. "I'm not trying to get in you're pants, I promise."

I laughed at moved toward him. He got on his bed and stretched out. He patted the space beside of him. "Come lay down with me," he said softly. Heat rose from my center and radiated through every vein in my body.

I moved to the other side of the bed and laid on my back and my head rested on his arms that was now wrapped around me. "Wait a minute," he said and got up quickly. He walked in front of the bed to the small closet in the corner. I sat up on my arms and laughed, "Are you going to give me a strip tease?" I quickly groaned. What the hell was I doing? Make sexual jokes to Robert Pattinson is exactly what I was doing.

He seemed to be amused by it. He turned around and winked at me, "Not tonight." He bit his lip and raised his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and didn't say anything else. He came back to the bed with a blanket and unfolded it. We got under the blanket. My normal reaction to being under a blanket was to curl up into a little ball on my side. He chuckled as I did so. He laid on his side. I could feel his eyes on me so I looked up. "What?" I blurted. He didn't answer. Instead, he kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms loosely around my waist. My eyes started to get heavy. Next thing I knew I was fast asleep in Robert's arms.

What do you think? To fast. Is she too much of a slut??? Tell me what you think.