DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT KNOW ROBERT PATTINSON OR ANY OF THE REAL PEOPLE NAMED IN MY STORY. IT IS ALL A FIGMENT OF AN OVERACTIVE IMAGINATION. I DO HOWEVER KNOW CLARISSA AND ALI.

CHAPTER TWELVE

NEW FRIENDS

There was an official MTV photographer circulating around the room.

Nick suggested Rob have one photo taken with KStew. He refused.

'But Summit.' Nick started saying.

'Nick.' I said softly.

'Yes Clarissa.' Nick said questioningly.

'Summit want the film rights to my book. If they play nice with us…Well.' I smiled wickedly.

'Really…You'd do that Clarrie?' Rob asked, appreciatively.

'For you Spank, only for you.' I stood on tip toes and kissed his cheek.

Nick cleared his throat. 'Let me see if I have this straight…We have a bargaining tool?'

'Exactly. They'll get what they want if…They leave my man the fuck alone.' I grinned.

Wow! Power at my fingertips well, keyboard anyway.

'Us love…Leave us alone.' Rob corrected me.

'Did you know about this Rob?' Nick asked quizzically.

'Yes…Didn't you?'

'No. I got a call for you to attend a meeting at the Curtis Brown offices on Tuesday. I was wondering what it was all about but no-one told me.' Nick confessed.

I hugged him. 'Hey, what's that for?' He laughed.

'For not being a part of the conspiracy.' I grinned.

'I'll explain everything later Nick but right now, we'll just enjoy the party.'

Rob smiled happily and we walked back to our table, where Reece was chatting to Ashton and Demi.

'Hey guys…We've decided. We're gonna throw you an Engagement party.' Reece announced.

'That's very nice of you Reece but...' Rob started to say.

'Nuh huh. No buts. When your done filming in Canada, we're gonna throw you the biggest, glitziest party New York has ever seen.' Reece grinned at Demi.

'Anybody who's anybody will be there and the nobody's and unwanted's won't.' Demi laughed heartily.

'Thank you, both of you.' I smiled. 'Victoria would have had her baby by then, we could invite the Beckham's.' I said, my guest list growing by the second. 'Of course, most of the Twilight cast.'

'And Christoph.' Reece added.

'Hey Rob, let's go talk men talk at the bar. Leave the women to their girly stuff.' Ashton chuckled and he and Rob disappeared.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

'Hello.'

'Hi Clarissa. It's Victoria.'

'Um…' I knew 2 Victoria's, both English, both soft spoken…Um was the right word.

'Victoria Beckham.'

'Oh hi Victoria.' I answered, totally shocked that she had actually called me.

'I saw you on the red carpet. You looked amazing. Thank you for mentioning me. My websites been red hot and the phones been ringing like crazy. I'm so grateful. Anytime you need something special just give me a ring and I'll sort you out.' She told me animately.

'You're very welcome Victoria…Oh I'm just here chatting to Reece Witherspoon and Demi Moore.' I told her. Okay…Name dropping? Why the hell not. I've never been able to do it before.

'Really…Well say hello for me.' She giggled.

'They're going to have an Engagement party for Rob and I, in a couple of months, in New York. Would you like to come?' I asked her, fingers crossed.

'Of course. David and I would love to and I'll be flat then…Baby bump gone.' She laughed.

'That's it then, I'll make sure you're on the list.'

'Okay Clarissa. Well you go and enjoy your night and congratulations, to you both.'

'We're going back home tomorrow but keep in touch Victoria,'

'Of course I will, goodbye.'

'So?' Reece asked slowly.

'Yes, she'd love to.'

'Okay guys. We need to exchange cell numbers.' Reece blared out.

We each programmed our cell numbers into each other's phone's, giggling like schoolgirls.

Rob and Ashton came back to the table laughing raucously.

'What's the joke?' Demi asked her husband suspiciously.

'Some guy just asked Rob if he was gay…Cause he kissed Taylor.' Ashton laughed hysterically.

'Oh I can vouch here and now, categorically. Spunk is definitely not gay.' I giggled.

'Spunk? Who the fuck is Spunk?' Ashton laughed.

Rob grimaced. 'Um…That would be me.' He held up one finger pointing it at himself.

'Okay, I'm intrigued…Why Spunk?' Ashton guffawed.

Rob explained the whole Spunk Ransom interview, during his early days on the Twilight set.

'I'm a bit like Clarrie when it comes to thinking before I speak I'm afraid.' Rob laughed.

'Yeah, like when you told everyone you had a cold during our lovin scene and that you kept wiping your nose in my wig…So gross.' Reece giggled.

'But that was true.' Rob roared with laughter.

'It was not…Yuck Rob.' Reece was in hysterics, in fact, everybody within hearing distance were.

As we all calmed down, Ashton looked at me very seriously. 'So that's your nickname for him?'

I grinned and bit my lip. 'Actually Ashton. My nickname for him is…' Rob glared at me, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. 'Handsome Ransom.' I smiled and Rob breathed out…Heavily.

I couldn't tell them he was Spank…They'd want to know why…Wouldn't they?

I took a sip from the glass Rob had placed in front of me.

'Yuck…What's this?' I asked.

'Tequila.' Ashton answered. 'I thought you ladies were all drinking the same.' He said apologetically.

'I'll have it, ooh, give it to me.' Reece sang. I mean literally sang.

'Um Rob, Clarissa, sorry but you have an early flight. It's almost 1am.' Nick announced helpfully.

'Yeah okay Nick, we'll be right there.' Rob told him.

'Oh you gotta go. Give me a call when you get home Clarissa okay honey.' Reece insisted.

'Of course, aren't I your new BFF.' I grinned.

'Yes…Yes you are honey.' She smiled.

'Hey I wanna be a BFF.' Demi chuckled.

'Wow! I have two BFF's' I laughed.

Rob took my hand and pulled me into his arms.

'Come on beautiful. We have to say our goodbyes.'

We walked over to the remaining Twilight cast, most had left.

Jackson grinned a drunken grin, as we walked up to him. He was holding hands with Ashley Greene.

'You guys leavin?' He slurred.

'Yeah, we gotta go. We'll see you soon okay?' Rob told his friends.

'Where's Kristen?' I asked.

'She's gone outside for a smoke.' Kellan answered.

'I won't be long love.' I told Rob.

'Um…Clarissa, not a good idea.' Jackson advised.

I ignored the warnings and Rob's grimace.

I walked out through the back door and saw her straight away.

'Come to rub it in.' She hissed.

'No…Could I have one of those please?' I asked her quietly.

'I guess.' She passed me her pack and lighter.

I took one, lit it, took a deep draw, then passed them back to her.

'God, that's better. I was gasping.' I groaned.

'Another smoker huh? Bet that went down well with Stephanie.' She almost smiled.

'Lizzy was the worst, oh God not another bloody smoker.' I laughed, trying to imitate Lizzie's voice.

'Well fuck…That sounded just like her dude.' Kristen laughed.

Yes, Kristen. This young girl was not the Bella Bitch from earlier.

'Look Kristen…Do you mind if I call you Kristen?' I asked.

'It's my name dude and you're Clarissa right?'

'Clarrie to my friends.'

She looked at me sadly. 'Guess I get to call you Clarissa then huh?' She sighed.

'It doesn't have to be like that.' I told her.

'Dude…After today. I wouldn't expect anything else.'

'Kristen, I'm sorry to upset you…But I love Rob with all my heart. I'd like to be friends with all his friends but if you can't accept us, then I understand.' I told her softly.

'It was a shock, I'll admit it but well I guess we were just too different. I'm only 21 he's like 25 going in 40.' She laughed.

'I suppose that's why he and I get on so well. I'm older than my years too.' I told her.

'So how old are you dude?'

'24 going in 35.' I giggled.

'That's it I'm 21 going in 14.' She laughed louder.

'Clarissa. I promise I'll stop with the 14 year old childishness.'

'Clarrie.' I told her adamantly.

'Really?' She asked surprised.

'Sure dude and I promise to stop calling you the Bella Bitch.'

She glanced at me frowning. I thought I'd blown it, then she laughed hysterically. 'Bella Bitch…Oh fuck, dude that's funny.'

'Hey what's going on out here.' We turned to see Rob.

'We're bonding dude.' Kristen smiled shyly.

'Well that's a surprise. I thought I was coming out here to a blood bath.'

'We're more grown up than that Rob.' I told him, with a smile.

'Yeah…Well two of you are, an one of us is still a stupid teenager but…I'm sorry dude okay, an I'm sorry to you Clarrie. I guess I was just jealous.' She admitted.

'Kris believe me, that was not the act of a teen, that was very grown up.' I told her smiling.

'So I guess there's hope for me afterall huh dude?'

She took me completely by surprise then. When she came to me and took my hand, looking at my ring, she smiled.

'He deserves you Clarrie. He's a great guy.' She said softly.

'And you dude, you look after this woman. She's very special Rob. I'm happy for you…Both.'

'Thanks Kris. I know how special she is and I have every intention of looking after her.' He grinned.

'We'll look after each other Kristen.' I assured her.

'Okay dudes, I'm outta here. Guess I'll see you guys when we start all the Breaking Dawn bullshit huh?'

'See you Kris.' Rob called.

'Bye Kristen.' I said, as she disappeared back into the main room.

'How do you do it?' Rob asked me, pulling me into his arms.

'Do what?'

'Make friends so easily. They all love you. Everyone you meet. My family, the cast, Reece…Christ even Kristen. You've enchanted them all.' He smiled sweetly, leaning down to kiss me.

'I'm just myself Rob…What you see is what you get and if people don't like what they see, well that's their problem not mine. I won't change for anyone Rob…Not even you. I'm me and that's who I'll always be, as a woman, a writer or as your wife.' I told him.

'I wouldn't change anything about you Clarrie. Well maybe.'

'What?' I asked quizzically.

'The VF and perhaps,' He laughed. 'The snort.'

'Well it's in the genes my love. So our kids may inherit those particular traits.' I laughed.

'Oh God…Poor kids.' He grinned.

'Yeah right. Hair tugging, lip biting, snorting, stuttering, verbal filterless kids.' I laughed louder.

'And there it is.' Rob chuckled, as you know who surfaced.

'Just one…That's enough. Calm the fuck down Clarrie.'

'Come on love. We have to go. We're being picked up at 9am…By the time we get to sleep, it will be 5am.'

I raised my eyebrows.

'Hey…You've been practising.' He laughed.

'5am? What were you planning on doing until 5am?'

He raised his brows.

Oh I so had to practice more.

'Come on Spank, the hotels calling us.' I giggled, grabbed his hand and we ran back into the main room.

We shouted our goodbyes.

Reece, Demi and Ashton kissed my cheek.

Rob and Ashton shook hands.

'Oh very manly motherfucker.' Reece laughed as she kissed Rob's cheek.

'Oh hey…Can I get one of those. My girls will kill me if I don't get to kiss RPatz.' Demi laughed.

Rob obliged gracefully, kissing her cheek.

Ashton groaned. 'I thought I was your Edward.'

'Sure you are honey, in private.' Demi laughed. She really did have an infectious laugh.

'Oh my God…You play Edward and Bella games too?' Reece guffawed hysterically.

'Oh bloody hell. We are so out of here.' Rob grinned.

Okay…Over active writer's mind in overdrive. Picturing Reece and Jim or Demi and Ashton playing naughty night games, in the roles of Edward and Bella.

Hooray for Twilight! Its one game I'll never have to play. I have the real deal…Heaven.

When we arrived back at the hotel. The receptionist handed Rob a pile of messages. I mean a mini novel sized pile of messages.

'Who the hell are all these from.' I asked inquisitively.

'I have no idea love. Here you take half.' He grinned.

He opened the door to the suite and my breath hitched.

There were flowers. Bouquets, arrangements, vases filled with every conceivable flower you could think of and the perfume. The whole room was saturated in various fragrances everywhere we walked.

I was dumbstruck.

'What the…' I exclaimed.

I picked up a card from one of the gorgeous arrangements.

It read, 'To Rob and Clarissa. Congratulations on your Engagement. See you both at the BD Premiere. Lots of Love. Stephenie Meyer. I gasped. It was from my literary heroine.

'This one's from Wyke Godfrey.' Rob announced, reading the card.

We counted the bouquets, arrangements and vases, there were 44., All from past co–stars and friends.

The biggest most beautiful arrangement was from the entire cast and crew of Twilight.

On the card a little message to me, 'Welcome to the Twilight family Clarissa.'

The prettiest however, was a stunning display of cream and peach Lillie's, from Pierce Brosnan.

'Congratulations on your Engagement Robert. You are a very lucky man. Clarissa is beautiful and will be an asset to you. Hope we get to meet her one day. Kiss for Clarissa, man hug for you Rob…Ha Ha. Pierce'

'What did he mean an asset to you?' I asked quietly.

'He never liked Kristen love. When she came to visit me on the set of Remember Me, well, we'd had an argument and Pierce told me she wasn't the one for me. She was too high maintenance, he…well he told me I needed someone to be an asset to me, not a drain.' Rob explained.

'A drain?' if I asked inquisitively..

'On my emotions. You make me continually happy love. I'm a new person now. With her, I was always emotionally drained, angry, mad at everyone and everything. You are an asset because you give me back all the love I give you Clarrie. You're not just taking, draining me dry. You're giving your love back to me, filling me up every second I'm with you.'

'Rob…That's such a wonderful thing to say…So…Which movie or book did it come from?' I grinned.

'Clarissa! Those were my words.'

He pouted but that twinkle was in his eyes.

'Come here handsome Ransom.' I smiled as he walked toward me.

'It's 2am love, we have three hours before we hit the 5am deadline.' He grinned lasciviously.

'Only three, well we'd better get started Spank, time's a wastin.' He pulled me into his arms and I knew, when I felt the complete raw passion of his kiss, that these three hours would not be wasted.

Rob's alarm on his phone went off at 8am.

The doorbell was ringing as he reached for his iphone to switch it off and at the exact same time as my own phone began chirping.

'Rob, you get the door. I'll answer this.' I told him as we both climbed slowly out of bed.

Three hours, well almost three hours sleep does not rested make.

'Hey Lizzy.' I answered, checking the caller id.

'Hey baby girl. I tried calling you before but, oh well never mind. What time's your flight love?'

'Um…10am here Liz…Not sure what time that put's us back in Blighty though.' I yawned.

'Tired love? So you're leaving for LAX soon?'

'Yeah…With in the hour, I think.' I yawned again.

'Did you have fun Clarissa?'

'Yes…It was great. My new BFF's are Reece Witherspoon and Demi Moore, a new friend is Victoria Beckham and…'

'What about the Bella Bitch?' Lizzy growled.

'Liz, she's not anymore, she's Kristen. A little girl who had the bottle to apologise when she knew she was in the wrong.'

'Really…She actually said sorry to you?'

'Yes she did…Anyway, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow Liz, okay?'

'Hey Clarissa…You looked gorgeous on the red carpet. Mum's actually been Googling.' Lizzy laughed.

'Really, your mum's been on Google? That's so funny. Thanks Lizzy, okay I have to go. We'll see you tomorrow.'

'Alright love bye…Oh give Robbie a big kiss for me and tell him, we're all very proud and happy for you both.'

'Okay, thanks Liz, I'll do that.' I promised.

'Bye love.' She ended the call.

I dressed quickly for travel. Jeans, t-shirt and a hoody. A new item of clothing I'd never seen before.

One I suspected my future sister-in-law had found.

It was white. A red heart on the front and in the centre of the heart in white letters it read, 'I'm in love' and on the back in red letters it said. 'So's he.'

Obviously Lizzy Pattinson had acquired this. Either when we were shopping or in my store room back home. Although I couldn't remember ever seeing it before.

'Very apt.' Rob smiled happily when I joined him, Stephanie and Nick in the lounge.

'Um Clarissa…I've had a call from Summit.' Nick said, ruining the mood in the room instantly.

'Oh really Nick? What about?' I asked Rob's manager.

He didn't look happy. Come to think of it, none of them did.

'Clarrie…Love. They're not happy…About us.' Rob groaned.

'Oh surprise, surprise. So what the fuck do they want you to do Rob…Dump me? You know to hell with them. Throw the fucking contract back. If they sue, I'll counter sue, taking my human rights to love my fella. I'll hang them out to dry. I'll get the best damn lawyers money can buy. I'll…' I stopped deadpan.

All three were smiling, grinning.

'I'm sorry…My verbal filter is non existent today. I'm tired and I'm so bloody…Angry.' I seethed menacingly.

Now they looked from one to the other and grins turned to laughter.

Rob clutched me to him, pulled me down onto his lap and kissed me softly.

'You are magnificent.' He whispered in my ear.

'Are you alright love? Did they threaten you?'

'Oh for goodness sake Robert…Tell the poor girl.' Nick laughed.

'Tell me…Tell me what?'

'They're not happy about us Clarrie, they're…Fucking delighted.' Rob announced triumphantly.

'Huh?' Yeah I know…I'm a writer but sometimes just a noise, says it all.

'Nick's been in negotiations. Summit are very pleased that you and I are together and they're bending over backwards to get the film rights to your book. They're attending the meeting on Tuesday and Clarrie, Curtis Brown wants to sign you on their books too love. You'll be under the same management as me and Stephanie wants you to sign with Endeavour in the States.' Rob explained.

I was tired, forgive me.

'I don't understand Rob. Why?' To be honest…He lost me at delighted.

'The fans Clarissa, they love you. The blogs, Twitter, Face-book, even Perez Hilton.' Nick laughed aloud.

I admit. I was still speechless…Not a good thing for an author right?

'But…Why?…I didn't do anything. I was just me.'

'You have captivated them love as you have all of us. They love you because you're you Clarrie.' Rob told me softly, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand tenderly.

'You don't get it, do you Clarissa? In this fucking town where everything is false, made up, unreal. You brought a breath of fresh air in. There is nothing false about you. You don't put on any airs and graces. You're just Clarissa, like it or leave it.' Stephanie told me, a big grin on her face.

'Oh…Right, I'm sorry. I really haven't got a clue what you're talking about Steph.'

'And that's my point. You had that interview with Giuliana Rancic, have you seen it Clarrie?'

Stephanie asked, switching on the flat screen TV.

She fast forwarded on a machine and there was Rob getting out of the car last night.

He had a lovely smile on his face as he waved to his fans. Then he put his hand inside the car and his smile completely changed.

His eyes lit up. Crinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes and his whole face beamed.

'You see Clarissa. You see how much I love you. Its written all over my face and they saw that.' Rob said quietly, as I continued watching, transfixed to the screen.

I was laughing with Rob's fans, signing autographs for them. Then me slapping Rob's arm and him telling the fan girls, that was what he had to put up with.

Me, blowing him a kiss. Then the young girl who only wanted her and me in a picture, and the whole time, the fans smiling. Telling Rob how happy he looks, him replying it was all because of me…But it was his face, his smile. Not the, Robert Pattinson smile please.

It was Rob…My Rob, smiling because he was happy.

'Clarissa…Some of those fans have been around since the start of Twilight and every comment I heard, even from the Twimom's, 'he looks so happy'

I tell you in all the years I've been working with this guy. I've heard, he's handsome, he's gorgeous, he has lovely eyes, I love his hair, but I swear. I never heard any of em say, he looks so happy.

It's you Clarissa, you've done this to him. He's a new man and I for one, thank you for it.' Stephanie was crying. Silently wetting her cheeks with salty tears.

I was shaking my head in disapproval of her praise.

'Clarissa…I want to say something…I know you're aware of the whole Kristen issue but what I want to say is. That when this guy left us to go home nine days ago, he was a mess. Broken. I was so worried, so were his family. We all were. He was drinking heavily, chain smoking, angry. We really figured he was heading into therapy. His mom ordered us to send him home. When he got there, he locked himself in his room.

Clare was frantic. She was convinced he was having a break-down.' Nick explained to me.

'That's when Lizzy decided I should go to The Isle of Wight Festival love. Get away from London. Get a change of air. Nick arranged for Dean and Joe to take me and then…I got that awful phone call from Summit and I lost it again. I drank a lot of shots of Whiskey and called Lizzy.' He laughed quietly.

'And the rest as they say is history.' I finished for him.

'Yes my love…If I hadn't called you and if…If you hadn't stood up to my miserable drunken arse, I don't know…'

'But I did.' I told him, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

'Yes love you did. Thank you… I love you Clarrie.' He declared adamantly.

I stared back at the screen, at my happy Robert and smiled.

'I love you…Robert.' I told him softly.

'Okay people, we have a plane to catch.' Stephanie announced.

'Oh wait…Watch this bit guys.' Nick called as we all started to get up.

It was Giuliana Rancic talking to Ryan Seacrest.

'So…Lots of surprises on the carpet G.' Ryan said.

'Oh absolutely. Biggest one of all was of course. Robert Pattinson announcing his Engagement to the beautiful Clarissa St James.'

'Total shock for everyone G. He sure kept that quiet. Seems we were all convinced that he and Kristen were a couple, an all the time he had a secret lady.'

'I know Ryan but I have to say. She is incredibly gorgeous and so sweet. You know those guys are gonna be together forever.' Giuliana declared adamantly.

'I've met and interviewed Rob many times G, but I have to say. I've never seen him so genuinely happy and relaxed. She must be a very special lady. I'm really pleased for you man and from all of us on E we wish you and Clarissa all good wishes for your future together.'

'Wow! Ryan Seacrest said my name.' I sighed.

'Hey.' Rob chided jokingly, digging a finger in my ribs.

'Sorry love, got a bit star struck there didn't I?'

'Are we all packed.' Nick asked, all business again.

'I'll just check our room Nick, don't want to leave any dirty Ellen pants around. They might end up on Ebay.' I giggled.

I checked the room, the bathroom and the balcony.

'We're all clear…Oh.'

'What's wrong love?' Rob asked me concerned.

'What about all these beautiful flowers.' I asked, looking around the room sadly.

'We can't take them love. Customs won't allow it. I suppose the hotel staff will throw them out when they clean the room.' Rob told me softly.

'No…That's just waste.' I grimaced. 'I have an idea. What's the number for the front desk?' I asked, waiting for one of the three to reply.

'1122.' Rob answered. 'Why love?'

I pressed 1122 and clicked the phone to speaker.

'Hello, front desk. How can I help you Mr Pattinson.'

'Oh hello, this is…' I began.

'Oh hello Miss St James.'

'Um…Yes…Hello. I wonder if you can help me please.'

'Of course Miss. What can I do for you?' The young man asked.

'You probably know that Rob…I mean Mr Pattinson and I have had an awful lot of beautiful flowers delivered to us, from friends.' I said matter-of-factly.

'Yes Miss St James, I am aware of that.' He replied in a friendly voice.

'You're also aware that we are going home today and are not allowed to take all these flowers with us.'

'Of course Miss.'

'My problem is…What will happen to all these flowers?'

'Well Miss, housekeeping will dispose of them.'

'Huh…That's what I thought. Could you tell me, are there any old peoples homes or children's homes, or maybe hospitals in the area?' I asked inquisitively.

'Yes…There are several establishments of these kinds within close proximity of this hotel.' The man informed me.

'Would it be possible for you to take these flowers to those places?' I asked, Rob, Nick and Stephanie stared at me in disbelief.

'Well…I'm not sure.'

'If you need payment for doing this. I would be very happy to cover any costs for delivery.' I assured him.

He was quiet for a minute, then another voice came on the line, an older, deeper accented male.

'Miss St James…I am Martin Gray, the manager of this hotel. It would be an honour to redistribute your bouquets to the relevant Elderly Citizen, Children's homes and hospitals in the vicinity. May I say Miss, what a pleasure it has been to have you and Mr Pattinson stay at the Universal City Hilton.' The manager told me graciously.

'Well thank you every much. I hope we come back someday.'

'Have a safe journey home Miss St James and be assured, I will personally see that your request is carried out to the letter. Goodbye Miss St James.'

'Bye Mr Gray, thank you.' I ended the call.

'Clarissa…That was the sweetest thing I've ever seen.' Stephanie smiled.

'That was brilliant love. I would never have thought of that.' Rob smiled, kissing my nose.

'It just seemed like such a waste that's all. Now someone else will get some pleasure looking at them.'

I checked all the flowers, making sure all the gift cards had been taken out.

I would thank all Rob's friends and explain where their flowers had gone.

Steph took a photo of Rob and I surrounded by all the flowers. I took one lavender Rose, from Stephanie Meyer's arrangement. One pink Rose from the Twilight cast one and a cream Lily from Pierce Brosnan's, and put them in my bag carefully, after wrapping them in tissue.

Maybe I'd start a scrapbook and put everything in there, I thought.

'Come on sweetheart, you can't take anymore.' Rob told me, I sighed, taking one last glance and we were on our way.

Dean collected our bags. I grabbed my carry on. Rob picked up his, then out came the disguise.

'Hey handsome…No disguise. You don't need to hide anymore. Just be you.' I told him, taking off the LB cap and Rayban's.

'I don't know.' He said grimacing and shaking his head in hesitation.

'Hey Spank…Head up, shoulders back and take deep breath's.' I told him, taking his hand in mine.

'Okay…No cap but I need the glasses Clarrie…It's sunny out there.'

He grinned a big dozy grin that made me chuckle.

I put his cap into my carry on, gave him back his Rayban's and put on my own.

Stephanie laughed wickedly. 'Ooohhh, can we burn it?' She asked, rubbing her hands together.

She saw the questioning look on both our faces.

'That damned cap.' She grinned.

By the time we'd made it to the ground floor we were all laughing.

Me not so loudly, just in case!

There were photographers waiting outside the main doors.

Rob groaned. 'Can't we go out the back way?'

'Rob…Hey look at me. Take my hand, give me a smile and let's go.' I ordered gently.

'I hate it Clarrie.'

'I know love. Just like I hate flying. If I can do that, then you taking a few steps won't hurt, will it? I smiled.

He grabbed my hand, held his head up high and together we walked through the baying paparazzi.

'Sorry chaps, we're in a hurry. We have a plane to catch.' Rob told them politely.

'Just one Rob.' One papz called out.

He pulled me into his side, gave me a quick kiss on the tip of my nose, then pulled me into the waiting car and we headed toward the airport.

'Okay…I have a question Spank.' I asked in his ear.

'Oh you do Miss Dominique.' He whispered back. We were in company afterall.

'What is the fascination with my nose?'

'Ah that's easy. You have…A beautiful little button nose love. I on the other hand, have a big… Misshapen…Conk.' He whispered.

I burst into hysterics. Literally scaring the crap out of the remaining car passengers, except Spank.

He sat there with the biggest grin, waiting for Babe to make a guest appearance.

I was biting my lip furiously, still laughing. It was his face.

He was wriggling the eyebrows. Crossing his eyes. Puckering his lips as I guffawed.

'And here for one day only…By special request…Go on love.' Rob laughed uproariously. 'Yes!'

He chuckled, high-fiving Dean.

As I…Yep…You guessed it…BABE was in the car.

By the time we got to LAX. The car had been totally reminiscent of the scene in my hallway.

Stephanie, Nick, Dean, Joyce, Rob and I, as well as the driver all laughing uncontrollably at Babe…And this little piggy enjoyed the limelight so much, she didn't want to go home!

We must have looked a real sight getting out of the car.

Steph wiping her eyes. Nick blowing his nose.

Dean and Joyce still laughing quietly and Rob's arm draped around my shoulder, my face in his chest, not wanting to show my laughter tears still streaming down my face.

'Paparazzi Mr P. Hundreds of them.' Dean informed us.

Joyce came and stood at my side, while Dean went to Rob's side.

I looked up quickly, still hiding in Rob's chest.

'Stay where you are Miss Clarissa.' Joyce told me, taking my free arm.

I could hear the constant clicks, the screaming, shouts and orders.

I'd had to live with this for less than 24 hours. Rob had endured it for years.

It was no wonder he chose camouflage to deal with it.

'Over here Clarissa…Look this way. Give her a kiss Rob.'

They weren't asking, or requesting, they were demanding.

I stayed right where I was.

Safe in my love's chest, protected, until we'd cleared the minefield that was the ever intrusive paparazzi.

Finally, after being jostled, screamed at and scared half to death. We were inside the airport building.

A large group of security and police surrounding us.

'Are you okay Miss Clarissa.' Joyce asked me softly.

'Yes thanks.' I told her quietly.

'You can come out now love, we're safe.'

I pulled my face up to look at him. 'Christ love, you look awful. Why are you crying?'

I really was crying, not laughter tears anymore.

'I was scared shitless Rob. All that screaming. God, now I understand why you like wearing a disguise. At least then you're not so exposed. I'll never stop you again. Wear a motorbike helmet, a face mask, a balaclava, I don't care.' I told him earnestly, still crying.

'Come on baby, let's get you a coffee and calm the fuck down, okay?' He grinned, using my favourite sentence.

We sat in the VIP area having a coffee, my hands still shaking, when Nick and Stephanie joined us.

'Clarissa, would you like a Valium for the flight?' Steph asked me gently.

'No thanks. No more pills for me.' I told her adamantly.

Rob chuckled. 'You mean you're going to fly awake this time?'

'Oh ha ha. Did I have a choice last time.'

'Come on guys, security checks and then we're boarding.' Nick announced, rising from his chair.

I was surprised when we got to the security check in area.

A young woman in a uniform I recognised as the same woman at Heathrow, walked toward us.

'Good morning Mr Pattinson. I'm Sandra. I'll be your hostess on board your flight today. Your bags have been checked and stowed on board and we'll be ready to leave in 10 minutes. Please make your way to the aircraft and if there's anything you need. Please do not hesitate to call me. Enjoy your flight.' She said, directly at Rob.

'Wow! That was nice. Which airline are we flying with Rob?'

'Summit airlines love. They sent a private jet for us. We're going back home in style baby.'

Rob grinned as we walked out of the terminal toward an even bigger plane than the one we arrived in.

It wasn't exactly a jumbo jet but it was at least 3 times bigger than the Lear jet.

We walked across the tarmac. Nick and Stephanie in front of us, while Dean and Joyce walked behind us. There were a few shouts from photographers, maybe a dozen or so. Calling politely and even saying please.

'Give them a wave Rob.' I said, as we climbed the steps into the aircraft.

We both turned, waved and smiled.

We heard a few thank you's.

'Obviously English Papz.' I said confidently.

'Are we the only passengers?' I asked. There must have been 30 seats on this plane.

'Yes Clarissa. Just us and if you're tired, there's a bedroom.' Nick informed us, as Rob and I took our seats next to each other.

'A bedroom…Hey.' Rob did the hairy caterpillar dance, above the eye thing.

'Maybe we could join the mile high club Spank.' I whispered suggestively.

'As soon as the seatbelt sign goes off, yawn…Loudly.' He whispered then winked, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

'Put your belt on love…Take my hand and close your eyes baby.' He told me softly.

I heard the rumble as the engines started, my heart pounded.

I felt us move slowly, my breath sped up.

We were moving faster, I clenched Rob's clammy hand.

I felt us lift off the ground.

I hummed Renesmee's lullaby, very loudly, then we levelled up and I breathed deeply.

'You did it my love. We're up…Um…Clarrie can I have my hand back.' Rob asked me hesitantly.

I opened my eyes, he was wincing.

'Oh God Rob. I'm so sorry…Oh Jesus…Let me see.'

I had been squeezing his hand so tightly, his fingers were turning blue.

He shook his hand vigorously.

'It's alright love. I can feel the life coming back into it.' He chuckled.

'Would you like a drink…Mr Pattinson.' The stewardess asked.

'No thanks. Do you want anything Clarrie?' Rob asked me.

'I'll have an Evian and a slice of lemon please, no ice.' I told her.

'Are you sure I can't interest you in anything Mr Pattinson?' She crooned, licking her lips.

Okay the bitch was drooling…Over my man.

'Rob…Baby did you pack my jewellery that you bought to go with my Engagement ring. Which is on my finger. The ring that tells women around the world that you belong to me?' I asked jokingly.

Okay…I'll admit…Not so jokingly but she got the message.

'Yes love.' He grinned. 'What was that all about?' He asked.

He had no idea the blond trolley dolly was drooling all over his arse.

She returned with my Evian, I smiled sweetly at her,

'Would it be alright if my fiancée and I go to the bedroom, we're very…Tired.'

'Oh, of course Miss St James. It's there for your convenience.' She hissed.

Obviously pissed that I got to go in there and she didn't.

I tell you…Life's cruel like that…Tee hee.

'Come on Ransom we have a club to join.' I giggled, grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind me. He grinned his dopey 'Duh' grin.

'Have fun kids.' Stephanie chuckled.

'Keep the noise down…Think of the neighbours.' Nick laughed.

Rob beamed. Those damn eyebrows in overdrive as we disappeared inside the bedroom.

It was…A very compact bedroom but there was a bed.

'Clarrie…I've never done this before.' Rob smiled shyly.

'You liar Ransom, you're an expert.'

'No…I mean…On a plane.'

'Then we'll both be flying Virgin airlines.' I giggled as I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, pulled his t-shirt over his head and kissed him.

I ran my finger nails down his chest and he hissed. 'God that feels good. Don't ever get those nails cut love.'

I kissed his nipple, then licked it. 'Hmmm, bite it baby.' I bit gently.

He pulled the band from my hair and let it fall loose down my back. While I bit and sucked his nipples, he hummed in approval.

I kissed back up his chest, his neck and sucked his earlobe into my mouth.

While his hands ran up and down my body.

I found his lips, slowly running my tongue around them.

He opened his mouth to me and pulled me hungrily into his chest.

'I want you so bad baby. I need to feel you.'

He undressed me, my hoody, t-shirt, bra all gone.

We stood topless. I reached for the fly buttons on his worn jeans. He was already so aroused. The huge bulge in his jeans giving testament to the fact.

I smiled. 'Hey, where's yer knickers Ransom?'

He grinned cheekily. 'I thought going commando might make things…Easier.' He laughed.

'You knew there was a bedroom?'

'No love, I just thought…Sit side by side, get a blanket…You could have a play with Patty and I could…'

'Have a play with pussy.' I grinned, biting my bottom lip.

He laughed. 'Well now we can both play together, at the same time.' He winked.

He took off his jeans. Mr Patty waving happily at me.

I kissed him. 'Hi Patty, wanna play?' I groaned, as I licked him around the head and down. Then Rob moaned…Loudly.

'Hey Ransom, quiet.' I reminded him.

'Aww fuck Clarrie…How can I be quiet when…Your licking my dick like that.'

'Then you need something to occupy your mouth love.' I told him, squeezing Patty gently.

'Oh God…Yes please…Come here love.'

He pulled me to him and undid my jean button, then pulled down the zip and grinned a fucktacular sexy grin.

'Great minds think alike.' He smiled.

See, I'd gone commando too…Great minds indeed.

Okay…69. Another newbie to cross off my list.

Never done it before, to be honest, I wasn't sure of the layout, pardon my pun!

'Come on love. Lie down with me Clarrie.' He said softly.

He pulled me down on top of him, kissing me with a passion, a lust, like he couldn't get enough.

His tongue assaulting my mouth fiercely.

He sucked my tongue into his mouth, I moaned.

He bit my lip gently, I hummed all the time our mouths crushing, desperate even.

God I thought I was going to cum right there.

'Jesus Clarrie…I love kissing you.'

'Hmmm.' Was all I could do.

'I want you Clarrie. I want my tongue in your wet pussy. I want to feel you cum. Tell me love…Tell me what you want.' He groaned softly.

'I want…Oh Rob…Hmmm…Fuck me with your tongue.' I breathed.

'Fuck Clarrie…Say it again love.' He moaned.

'Fuck me…Make me…Cum…On your tongue Rob.'

My breath was hitching making it difficult to speak…But not impossible.

'Turn around baby…Put your gorgeous pussy on me.' He hissed, breathlessly.

I turned.

'Do it love…Sit on my face.'

I sat…At first feeling a little well…Awkward, uncomfortable, shy even but oh fuck me, when I felt his tongue push into me, I forgot all my reservations.

God his tongue was big and boy, did he know how to work it.

Pushing in and out of me, licking me deliciously slow, then faster.

He sucked my clit and nipped it gently.

'Oh fuck…Gonna cum Rob…Oh my God…Oh shit.' I breathed.

He pushed his tongue deeper, his fingers opening me up to him.

His thumb pressing my clit in slow circular motions.

'Oh…Oh…Fuck…Hmmm.' I moaned, my breathing rapid, my stomach muscles clenching, my pussy walls gripping his glorious tongue as hard as I could.

An unbelievable orgasm ripped through me as his thumb sped up the movements.

'Oh God Rob…Hmmm…Again…Gonna cum…Oh…On your tongue baby…Hmmm.'

His movement slowed, he was still licking me, still moaning.

I leaned forward and ran my hands down his beautiful body, his chest, his flat hard stomach.

I followed the line of darker hair from his belly button to the object of my desire.

I lay across his body and gripped Patty. My hair was in the way. I pulled it over to one side.

I lowered my head and licked Patty…His pre cum glistening invitingly.

'Hmmm, God you taste good.' I told him huskily.

He didn't answer, he was still enjoying his meal.

I took him into my mouth, opened my throat and took all of him.

Rob groaned. 'Oh fuck Clarrie, so good baby…Suck me love…Harder…Oh fuck.'

'Bring your knees up Rob.'

'Oh fuck baby…Do it…Use your finger…Oh fuck yes.'

He hissed as I found the puckered hole.

I spit a little on my finger and rubbed gently, then I went down on him again.

He was gasping, his breathing so rapid.

I knew he was close. I pushed my mouth to the base of his cock. Sucked in my cheeks and sucked him hard. How this is called a blow job I'll never know…It's a suck job people.

'Fuck Clarrie…Gonna cum…Yes…Oh fuck.' He groaned.

My finger still stimulating his arse.

I gently slipped in, just a little finger…He was a virgin afterall.

'Fuck…Oh my God…That's…Oh fuck baby.'

'Shush Rob. Aeroplane. Neighbours.' I reminded him softly.

'Baby…Do it again…Hmmm…Yeah…Oh God…Yeah there love.'

Huh huh…Mr Ransom liked arse play!

I pushed my index finger into him gently.

He hissed. 'Oh fuck baby.'

Oh hey! That was not a finger I could feel…His tongue…His fucking hard, long tongue was circling my arsehole but oh fuck…That feels good.

'Oh my God Rob…What the fuck…Oh…Hmmm.'

I took him back into my mouth. Sucking hard. My head bobbing up and down. My finger, pushing in and out.

'Clarrie baby…No more…Need to fuck you…Now…Need to…Oh fuck…Hmmm.'

Too late Spank.

He gushed his hot cum into my throat. I swallowed convulsively, not wanting to lose a drop.

He was gasping. His hips jerking violently off the bed. I thought he was never going to stop.

'Fuck…Cla…Oh fuck.' He breathed. 'So…Fucking…Good.'

As his breathing slowed. I removed my finger.

Thank God for wet wipes.

I know…Yuck right? But hey, you play with an arsehole…Well you get the picture.

I have to say though. Spank Ransom has such a pretty arsehole and so responsive.

I made a move. Mr Patty was limp and lifeless. In fact, you could say he'd had the life sucked out of him.

Spank on the other hand, or should that be tongue. Had regained enough composure to go back to my…

'Don't move love…Not yet.' He groaned.

His tongue pushed back into my pussy. A finger gently nudged into my mousehole. Okay cat and mouse, get it?

'Fuck Rob, that feels…Oh my God.' I jumped. 'Rob stop, please…Oh fuck Rob. I need to pee…Stop.'

No, I was not into golden rain, way to yuck.

I dived off the bed. 'Where?' I gasped.

Rob pointed to a door, I opened it…Oh thank fuck.

I'd never had a problem with my water works before.

What the hell was this all about?

I did my business, washed my hands…Thoroughly and walked back into the bedroom.

'Hey handsome Ransom.' I smiled sheepishly.

He'd come this close, no, don't even go there.

'Are you alright love?' He asked, holding his hand out to me.

'That was weird. I've never been able to not hold it in before. It was like, need to pee…Now…Weird.' I said again.

'Maybe it's the change in water love or air pressure maybe.' He suggested.

'Yes I suppose…Or it could have been Rob pressure.' I giggled.

'Maybe…Tongue pressure or finger pressure.' He countered, laughing his contagious laugh.

We lay on the bed, cuddled up together.

It was hard to believe we were thousands of feet in the air, in fact, I'd completely forgotten until that moment.

He kissed me. I could taste myself on his tongue. Surprisingly, I tasted pretty good.

'Hmmm.'

'What love?'

'I taste nice.' I grinned.

'You taste fucking heavenly my love.' He smiled and pushed his tongue back into my mouth.

We kissed, slowly, gently and lovingly.

'Clarrie…When shall we get married love. I don't want to wait too long.' He said softly.

'Rob…Don't you think we should get to know each other better, there's no rush. I'm here and I'm yours. We don't need a piece of paper to make it any better. Do we?'

'I want you to have my name Clarrie. I want you to be Mrs Clarissa Victoria Elizabeth Pattinson.'

'Hey…What if I want to keep my own name?'

'He frowned. 'Don't you want to be Mrs Clarissa V…'

'Yeah, yeah. Rob. Ali and I are the last St James. When gramps died, well, I'd like to keep my name, somehow.'

'Mrs Clarissa St James-Pattinson, hyphenated. Yeah…That could work.' Rob smiled happily.

I yawned.

'Where do you want to get married Clarrie.' He asked me now.

I was getting so sleepy. 'Huh, oh on the island of course.'

'Oh I thought, well, I've always sort of hoped to get married in London.' He said quietly.

'What…St Paul's?' I giggled.

'No of course not but well London's my home town.' He shrugged. 'What about where we live.'

'Rob, I'll tell you right now. I'll never give up my home on the island, ever. Even if I'm away for months at a time with you, that will always be my home.' I told him adamantly.

'I'm glad you said that love. I love your house too. It's quiet and peaceful. I'd like it be our home.' He smiled and kissed my lips softly.

'You really mean it Rob?'

'Of course my love. We could buy a flat in London for when we're there, or a house near mum and dad.'

'Would there be any point. You'll be working. I have a book tour. God knows what will happen tomorrow with Summit. I have another book to finish and…'

'I'm taking a year off.' He announced.

'What?'

'I've decided, after Cosmopolis, the Bel Ami launch, the Breaking Dawn press junkets. I'm taking a year off. We can get married and start a family and…'

'Whoa! A family…Kids…I.'

'You don't want kids?' he asked incredulously.

'Yes of course…Eventually…I'm 24 Rob. I'm not ready for kids. God, I was only a kid myself a couple of years ago, in fact, most days I still feel like a kid. The getting married I can handle…'

'You can handle…Nice.' He grimaced, obviously annoyed.

'I didn't mean it like that. I want to marry you, I do. Tomorrow, next week, I don't care when but a baby? I want us to be a couple for a while before we make a baby Rob. I want us to have time on our own. Do you understand? I do want kids, just not yet.' I explained softly.

'I understand love…But we will have some…Eventually.' He smiled.

'Some…Exactly how many were you planning on?'

'Well…I'd like four…Two girls, beautiful like they're mother and two boys…'

'Handsome like they're father?' I smiled happily.

'I was actually going to say, cleverer than their father.'

'Robert Thomas Pattinson. You are the cleverest person I ever met.' I huffed in annoyance, 'Christ, you are so clever, you made me fall in love with you. While having a row and not even knowing who you were or what you looked like and on a bloody cellphone. Don't tell me you're not clever, God.'

'He laughed. 'Clarrie St James Pattinson. I love you with all my heart.' He smiled and kissed me passionately.

When we pulled away, eventually, I smiled.

'So…Four kids huh and a dog I suppose?'

'I already have a dog love, he's in Toronto, waiting for us. I rescued him from a dog shelter.'

'Oh right…Bear.'

He grimaced. 'You already knew from the damned internet right? So you heard all the bullshit about Kristen and I adopting him.' He groaned.

'Rob…He's your dog, no…I'll rephrase that…He's our dog.'

'You'll love him. He's so cute and playful…Our kids will love him too.' He smiled.

'Of course they will…All four of them.' I grinned. 'Rob, all these kids are making me very tired, Can we sleep for a while?' I asked, my eyes already closing.

'Baby, we should put some clothes on, in case someone comes in to wake us.' Rob suggested.

'Ok…ay.' I groaned.

Rob picked up our t-shirts and we put them on. It's not like anyone could see under the duvet at our naked arse's.

He pulled me into his arms, kissed my forehead and I drifted into blackness.