I can hear her heart beat from a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
And when I come to her, that's where I belong
Yet I'm running to her, like a river's song
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

~Drought Time, Rob is in New York for Remember Me, Kristen is in California for The Runaways~

Kristen's POV:

The day after Rob left, I went to a meeting with Floria Sigmondi, the director of The Runaways, Dakota, Joan, and Cherie. It was a perfect meeting in which we finally made it official that I was cutting my hair the very next day. Joan was so happy that I was cutting my hair and we were getting along flawlessly. I never in a million years thought Joan would like me, let alone become a friend to me. I was so thankful that she was so welcoming.

I went home after the meeting, content. Dakota and I had a great dynamic, so I wasn't worried about that. I was only worried about my own performance, the singing, the change in persona. I went over things in my head a million times and tried to play back Joan's mannerisms in my head in a way that I would be able to imitate easily and I was really starting to get the hang of it.

I opened up my computer and started watching old videos of Joan on YouTube. After I went through just about everything (multiple times), I went onto a gossip site. Why did I do this to myself? I will never understand. It's so hard to not read what people are writing, though, good or bad.

There were a million stories about me being high at the MTV Movie Awards since I dropped my award. It was semi-true, but I wasn't even close to high. It took more than one shared blunt to get me high, especially with how much Rob inhales.

I laughed to myself, thinking about Rob. Fuck, I missed him.

There were also a ton of stories about how we'd broken up, even though we never admitted that there was anything happening between us. There was also contradicting stories that we had just gotten together. None of it checked out. I would never understand how people read and believed this shit.

I realized that an hour of reading bullshit had passed and I closed my laptop to get something to eat.

My phone rang just as I was about to go downstairs. "Rob." He set a personal ring tone to his name, a Van Morrison song called Beside You. It was our favorite. He introduced to it to me while we were shooting the first Twilight.

I rushed over to pick it up. "Hello?"

"Hey."

"How are you? How is New York?" I smiled as I spoke, so happy that he called.

"It's really great. I already started rehearsals today and they went really well."

"I'm so glad to hear that. I fucking miss you, dude. I met Joan. I'm cutting my hair tomorrow." I just started spilling everything that he missed from the time that he left. It felt so good to be able to tell him.

"I miss you too, dude." He always mocked how I said 'dude' all the time. "I can't wait to see that hair cut." He said, laughing.

"I'll send you a picture when it's done." I promised.

"You better. I still can't believe you're doing it. It's good that you are, you'll feel more like her. It's just...most girls wouldn't do something like that. Then again, you're not most girls." He laughed. We were both so giggly, it would probably come off as annoying to anyone else, but I couldn't help being happy to hear his voice. "What's Joan like?"

"She's so, so cool. So different to what I expected. She's completely down to earth and excited. She's going to be on set almost every day. It's awesome so far. I wish you were here to help me learn the guitar better." I laughed. "I suck."

"You do not. I can only play about five chords, you're better than me." He laughed.

"Shut up." That was not true at all. He played piano, guitar, and sang so naturally. It was heartbreaking in the best way. "How are your co-stars. Emilie, right?"

"She's really cool. We went out last night and she downed more beers than me and wasn't even tipsy. She has this thick Australian accent. I've never heard anything like it." He said, laughing.

We continued on spilling our life stories…or, day stories. Had it only been one day? God.

I woke up the following day bright and early, ready for my hair cut. I picked Dakota up in my mini cooper and then went to the set, where the hair stylist was waiting for me. She tied my hair back into a ponytail and snipped it off. I cringed.

Dakota was practically in tears. She didn't want me to cut my hair off at all. She had decided to wear a wig. Wearing a wig was never a possibility for me, though. Joan's hair was so iconic and it was necessary for me as an actor to make that commitment.

Once it was finished, I sent Rob a picture like I promised. "It's getting dyed black tomorrow, but here it is. Scary, huh?" I laughed as I hit send and Dakota looked at me.

"Who are you sending that to?"

"Rob."

"Pattinson?"

"Yes…" We were alone in the hair and makeup trailer now, so I didn't feel weird talking about it. Dakota was fast becoming one of my closest friends and I felt really safe talking to her.

"Are you two…?" She widened her eyes and put her hand over her mouth. "I didn't know that those rumors were true. I never even thought to ask you. That's so cute!"

I laughed. "It's not really…I mean, I don't know. I guess it is kind of a big deal."

"How did it happen?" She pressed. I wasn't really used to this gossiping about boys business. I'd been with the same guy for so long that no one even bothered to ask for details anymore – it was too boring.

"Well," I started, "it's been kind of going on for awhile, I guess. He kept trying to tell me that he…liked me, or whatever, for the past couple of months, but I sort of blew him off about it because I didn't want to ruin anything and he didn't pressure me because he was scared too. But, the night of the MTV Awards, we slept together. We sort of kissed and whatever, like, a few times before that. But, yeah. And now we're talking constantly and it's just weird. But, a good weird." I smiled as I spoke and Dakota kept getting giddier and giddier, hanging on every word. "Dude, stop smiling like that." I laughed. "Let's get out of here." I said, not giving her time to really respond.

There were paparazzi waiting outside, so we rushed to my car and went out for dinner. Rob and I texted the whole time, telling each other about what happened that day. It was hard to type out everything, though, so we decided to get on Skype later on, when I got back home.

I ran up the stairs to my room when I got home, barely greeting my parents. I felt like an bratty teenager, but I just wanted to talk to Rob.

I whipped open my laptop and signed onto Skype, then added him as a friend. I couldn't believe we'd never spoken like this before. We went from barely communicating outside of the movie due to not wanting this to happen, to talking 24/7, unable to control what was happening any longer.

I turned on the web cam and he popped up on the screen, hand in hair, just how I always knew him.

"Hey." I smiled so big it felt like my cheeks were going num.

"Why is your hair up? I wanted to see it in person…or on camera, rather." He corrected himself with a little smile.

I pulled my hair out of the ponytail and ran my fingers through it until it laid straight. "It looks kind of ridiculous on me, but I kind of love it. I really feel ready to start shooting now."

"It doesn't look ridiculous at all. It looks good." He grinned, sincere. I'm pretty sure every other guy would have been completely disgusted, but Rob wasn't like that. He was never judging. And he always thought I looked good, even on my worst days.

I heard a knock at my door while Rob was mid-sentence. "Taylor? [Kristen's brother] Is that you? Come in." I kept my head turned to the door and he walked through it.

"What are you doing in here?"

"I'm on Skype."

"Oh, here is your guitar. Dad tuned it up for you a little bit so you could practice."

"Thanks." I grabbed the guitar from his hands and he leaned over to peek at who was on the camera, then mouthed "Rob?" to me.

"Yeah, it's Rob." I answered him, then turned to the screen. Taylor came into the view of the camera and said hi to him. Rob told him that he was in New York and Taylor wished him luck on his film, then said goodbye.

"Tell dad thanks, will you?"

"Sure, Kris. See ya later."

"Sorry about that." I said, looking at Rob through the screen.

"Do you need to go practice your guitar? I need to go get dinner, it's only seven o'clock here."

"Fuck time differences. But yeah, I need to go practice and read my lines anyway." I made a face.

"It was good to…see you." He laughed at the thought. It would have been really nice to actually see him, but this had to do for now. I'll talk to you."

"Later." I said, raising my eyebrows, trying to smile.

I closed the laptop. This point in our relationship was a really unsure one. We one-hundred-percent were sure that we wanted to make things work, but we weren't sure that we could, given the circumstances. I needed to see Rob.

I practiced and read lines all night and all day the following day. I went over Dakota's house for dinner the next night and met her little sister who was so sweet and such a big fan of Twilight. Dakota and I practiced some lines together and watched The Runaways Live in Japan a gazillion times. It was a typical 'girls night' hang out and it kind of made me miss Nikki. I texted her that night, but she never responded. It was hard to grasp growing out of friendships, but sometimes things just happen. I was sure when we saw each other again, kind of like Rob and I, things would naturally work themselves out.

Rob and I texted back and forth all day, despite how busy we both were. He was filming, so he couldn't call. I began filming the next day, so things would be hectic for me too.

The thought that we could actually make this work was mental, but if you want something…or someone enough, you work for it and don't let anything get in the way. Not time, not distance, nothing.

~Almost three weeks pass~

Rob's POV:

I was waist deep in filming Remember Me. Other than the paparazzi constantly surrounding the set, everything was going as planned. The reality of the paparazzi was really starting to hit me and I was realizing more than ever that I couldn't live a normal life anymore. I had to get better at finding places where I could go unnoticed because I couldn't go on having my photograph all over the internet every fucking day.

Towards the end of June, I had two days off in a row, where Emilie was shooting scenes with her on-screen father. My manager, Nick, asked me if I wanted to go to London, but I had other ideas.

"Can I get a flight to LA? And a room at the Chateau Marmont, the one I always stay at?"

I wasn't even sure that Kristen would have time to see me, but even if it was just for a couple of hours, or in the middle of the night, I knew that I needed to see her.

"Sure, can I ask why? Nick asked. We were always really close and I think he knew who I was always talking to on the phone, but he had never asked about it before.

I laughed. "Kristen. Yeah."

"Oh boy." He laughed. "I'll get you on a redeye on Monday. Cool?"

"Thanks, Nick. I don't think I even know how to book a flight anymore. Everyone is always doing it for me."

As soon as I got a break for lunch, I texted Kristen. "I'll be in LA really early on Tuesday. Redeye Monday night. Will you be working? Xx"

"Don't fucking screw with me. Are you really?" She answered quickly. She must have been on a break as well.

"Really. Xx"

"Are you staying at the Chateau? I'll come there when you arrive. I don't have to be on set until noon Tuesday. You can come to set too, if you want…"

"I'd love to. We'll figure out the details when I get there. Two more days. Xx"

"Two. Days." She replied.

For so long, we didn't know when we would see each other next and now it was only two days away. Surreal was an understatement. You really realize how much you love someone once you can't see them whenever you want to.

~Two days later, Monday night~

I boarded the plane at one in the morning New York time, and was set to arrive in five hours later, which was only 3AM in California.

I slept the whole way and a car took me straight to the hotel. I stumbled up to my room and texted Kristen. "No paparazzi on redeye flights. I should do this more often. I'm here. If you're too tired to come here tonight, it's ok. Xx" I told her that last bit only because I felt I had to. I was hopeful that she wanted to see me just as bad as I wanted to see her.

"Are you kidding me? I'm leaving Dakota's now. I can't wait."

I smiled at the phone and then got up and grabbed a pack of cigarettes out of my suitcase. I was aching for a cigarette since I got off the plane. I put on the Yankee cap in my bag and went out to the balcony to smoke while I waited.

Kristen arrived about a half hour later. She came straight up to my room and knocked.

I hurried to put out the third cigarette that I chain smoked while I was impatiently awaiting her arrival, then walked over to the door, beer in hand. I took a deep breath as I swung open the door and there she was.

Her big green eyes brightened up as soon as we looked at each other. She slammed into my chest, wrapping her arms tightly around me. I wrapped my arms around her neck and put my nose into her hair, breathing in. I imagined it would be something like this, seeing her again, but this was so much better than the thousands of different ways I imagined while I was missing her.

I pulled back from the embrace and smiled at her. We said nothing. I put the beer down on the small table next to the door and looked at her. She looked so different with her hair. It was pulled back into a messy ponytail. I tucked a small piece of hair that was falling out behind her little ear, but it was so short that it didn't stay. I ran my fingers through the side of her hair and leaned down, pressing my head to hers. "It is so good to see you." I said.

"No shit." She replied. She got onto her toes and kissed me lightly once on the lips. I kissed her lips, then her cheek, her nose, and then back to her lips.

"You reek of cigarettes. And beer. I missed it." She choked out laughter, and then licked her lips. I laughed too.

"Thanks, I think. You smell like you and I missed that too."

"What do I smell like?" She asked.

"I can't describe it, really. But it's the best." I gave her a cheesy grin, but I was being serious.

"Thanks." She laughed. "God." She said, still smiling hugely. "You look really good."

"So do you." I replied, taking the compliment for once. Usually I just made some self-deprecating comment, but I was too preoccupied to think of one.

"You're into chicks with mullets?" She asked as we started making our way away from the doorway. She placed a bag down on the bed and then turned to me. "I didn't peg you as one who was into this kind thing." She said, pointing to her hair.

"Eh, maybe not on everyone. But it's kind of sexy on you." I laughed. She's had every haircut and color under the sun, and nothing could ever look bad on her.

"I saw pictures of you today in New York. Well, every day this week actually." She said.

I talked to her everyday, but she never mentioned that she looked that stuff up.

"The paparazzi there are absolutely mad. There's no getting away from them. You've been photographed a bunch of times here too."

"You looked?"

I smiled and tugged at the front pieces of my hair. "You did too, obviously."

She laughed, "Yeah, well, I fucking hate those pictures. But, it's hard not to look. I just hate when they capture the whole scene."

"Basically all of Remember Me is online already. There are so few indoor shots." I said, a bit frustrated.

"They have zero respect for the films, it's insane. I don't know how these people live with themselves. I really hope this part dies down soon. I want our films to do well and all, but…I can't fucking take this."

"Me neither." I walked over and grabbed my beer from the table by the door and took a sip, looking at Kristen. She was wearing a Joy Division t-shirt with black jeans and multi colored keds. I was trying to take her in as much as I could because the reality was that we didn't have that much time together. She was fiddling with her hands, sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked up and caught me looking at her and gave a small smile. Her hair and the smudged black makeup under her eyes looked so harsh until she smiled. Her whole face lit up. I smiled back at her and walked over to sit by her. I placed my beer on the ground and passed the back of my hand over the side of her face.

She moved closer to me and tilted her head up. She met her lips to mine urgently, parting them. I slipped my tongue between her lips and massaged it against hers. I missed kissing her so much.

We both moved ourselves towards the head of the bed, not breaking away from the kiss. I moved a hand under her shirt and felt around her stomach. My hand was almost as big as the width of her torso. She was so tiny.

I unfastened the back of her bra and moved my hands under it, exploring her body.

"Mmmm." She moaned into the kiss.

She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head and I did the same for hers, then took her bra straps over her shoulders and down her arms right after.

The first time we slept together, I didn't really get a chance to look at her, but this time I did. And she was perfect to me.

She looked back at me. I was on top of her now. She brought a hand up to the side of my face, guiding my face back down to kiss her again. Her hand was cold against my cheek as we kissed more deeply.

I pulled back for a moment and kissed along her jaw line and she reciprocated the kisses in sync with mine, wherever her lips landed. One on my eyelid, one on my forehead, a couple on my cheek.

"I love you." She pressed against my chest and rolled on top of me, and then pulled her hair out of the elastic band that was holding it back. The longer pieces fell just below her shoulders and she grabbed the short ones in the front and flipped them back with her hand, then leaned down to kiss me again.

We kissed for an eternity before she got up from the bed. She took a few steps away from the foot of the bed and unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off. She looked over to me, grinning slightly in just her underwear. I stood up across from her and took off my jeans as well. We stood staring at each other for a minute, scanning up and down each other's body.

"You're so hot, Rob Pattinson, you…" She trailed off, smiling.

"Oh, stop." I took two steps forward to meet her and smiled, pushing back her hair as she leaned up to kiss me. I took a breath to push her thong past her hips and she stepped out of it once it was at her ankles. I kissed her again, slowly turning us around so her back was facing the bed. She sat down when the back of her knees hit it and I leaned down and started kissing along her collarbone. She tilted her head back, taking deep breaths in and out.

I worked my way slowly from her collarbone, trailing my lips down her body, watching her ache as I made my way, all the way down…

Kristen's POV:

Rob got all the right spots, making me so weak. His tongue trailed lightly inside my thighs as he rubbed my clit, then moved his tongue inside of me.

"Don't stop." I pleaded, arching my back on the bed. I spread my legs wider and tried not to squirm.

He placed his hands on the inside of both of my thighs and pressed them outward, going in deeper with his tongue, sucking with his lips. I screamed his name and started breathing even more heavily, practically panting.

"Fuck, Rob, I'm about to…" I moaned.

It didn't take long. Rob was so good. Too good.

He didn't stop moving his tongue around and rubbing until my back relaxed and I was completely limp from the pleasure. He slowly lifted his head up and brought my legs together. I met his gaze and a small smile was starting to spread at his lips.

"You're amazing." I told him.

He smiled and licked his lips.

He still had on his briefs, so I sat up and tugged them down. He was completely hard.

I got off of the bed and gave him a push down onto it. I sat in his lap on the edge of the bed and straddled him. He wrapped his arms around me to secure me and I slowly moved down onto his dick.

I was still so tender from Rob going down on me, so I flinched a bit as he got deeper inside of me.

I whipped my hair to the side and leaned down to kiss Rob's neck.

He grasped my bum and I started to grind slowly on his dick. He moaned each time I went down, deeper and deeper.

We had sex all night. Switching positions, places. We moved from the edge of the bed to the floor, against the wall. I went down on Rob and then we took a shower together. He was so careful as he put soap on me, really paying attention to the curves of my body with his hands. We were never more than a foot away from each other the whole night.

We fell asleep at about nine in the morning, after five hours of the best sex I've had in my nineteen years.

I'd never known anything like it. The passion that we shared was something that I thought only existed in movies. Love like this just didn't exist for me until now and I was so, so happy.

I had to be on set at twelve, so we were responsible enough to get a wakeup call at eleven-thirty. The set wasn't far and my hair and makeup was all to be done there.

When the phone rang, I jumped out of my skin. I was still in the lightest stage of sleep and I didn't feel rested at all. Luckily, the scenes that were being filmed weren't very nerve racking, so they didn't require that much conscious thought processing.

I nudged Rob and he fluttered his eyes open. "I have to go to set. You can sleep for a while and meet me later if you want?"

"No, no. I want to come with you." He insisted.

I wasn't going to ask that of him even though I wanted to, but he made it really easy. He didn't want to spend any time away from me and I felt the same about him.

We got to set just on time, not a second to spare. Rob and I walked side by side, into the makeup trailer. I introduced him to everyone and he was his usual charming self. Joan wasn't on set for a change, so Rob didn't get to meet her, but he spent a lot of time talking to Dakota while I wasn't around because they'd met on New Moon and he knew that we'd become close. I thought it was cute that he wanted to get to know my friend.

The other girls weren't on set, so it was pretty calm. Rob got to move around comfortably. There wasn't even that much crew needed, so we didn't have to worry about people snapping pictures or tweeting about him being there – whatever it was people did with their time.

Rob watched me through the lens as I filmed and he looked so proud. He kept telling me how impressed he was and how transformed into Joan I looked once I got behind the camera. I was really insecure when it came to compliments, but I knew that he really meant everything he was saying. It meant so much for me to have his opinion there. It made me feel even more confident as Joan. I wish he'd come sooner.

I finished filming at nine and Rob and I said goodbye to everyone and headed back to the hotel for dinner.

"Thanks for coming today." I told him in the car. "I just realized. This is the first time I've driven you anywhere. Well, right now, and this morning."

"You better take some backstreets." He said.

"I did earlier and I am now as well. One step ahead of you." I smiled at him.

"It sucks, you know. That we have to hide."

"I guess a little bit, but I'm fine with this just staying between us, our friends, and family. Have you told your friends anything yet?"

"No. Sam knows a bit, since he saw us kissing." Rob said, laughing. "I think they all suspect it, actually, but they don't beg for answers."

"That's a good thing. I want to meet them, all of your friends. Tell me about them, and home in London."

This night went a lot different than the previous night, but it was just as rewarding. Rob and I lounged around, talking like a couple that was getting to know one another and exchanging affectionate glances, touches, and kisses in between. For once, we didn't talk about the frenzy or Twilight or anything heavy, just our lives and the people in them.

It was so easy and so real. I never thought that we could be a real couple. I kept convincing myself that it wasn't going to be this easy, but our time together was always this way. I was going to have to accept that it was this easy sooner or later.

Rob and I were from two completely different worlds, but somehow, we fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Both shapes were imperfect and looked totally different, but somehow, they fit together perfectly.

The next morning, Rob had to fly back to New York. He was leaving right before I went to work at nine.

"Can I just ask you one thing, before you go?" I asked him, tugging at his shirt in between us. I didn't want to let go.

"Anything you want." He smiled and leaned down to place a kiss on my head.

"Are we like, a couple? You're referring to me as your girlfriend? It sounds really childish out loud, but…"

"Yeah, you're my girlfriend."

"You didn't even ask me if I wanted to be. Don't I have a say in this?" I laughed.

"All right. Will you be my girlfriend?" He smiled and lifted my chin up with his index finger until my neck was craning. I smiled at him and pushed my lips out. He kissed them.

"Of course." I said. Finally.

Next will be July and August of 2009. I was planning on including Comic Con here, but it would have gone too long.

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