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Chapter Fourteen

The day on set with Rob had been fun, and thankfully uneventful. Rob and John took a cab to set while me and Clark rode there in the denali, we got there first and no one on the outside of the warehouse paid us any attention. Rob met me there five minutes later. I met the director and Rob's beautiful co-star Emilie who was so sweet. Watching the kissing scenes made me a little nervous, but she assured me as Rob had that there was nothing romantic about a Hollywood kiss. When they started filming I saw for myself, how awkward it was, repositioning for the camera constantly while trying to look natural. I still didn't love the idea of Rob's lips on another girl's, but I wasn't worried or even remotely jealous. I also wasn't a masochist, I watched some production assistants set up for the next scene behind us as Rob and Emilie tried to get the kiss right.

Around eleven I sent James a text message.

Wake up yet? You have some major apologizing to do.

-P

It wasn't until one thirty that I heard back from him.

Where are you? I need to talk, explain, and apologize. Alone?

-James

I let him sweat it out for twenty minutes before I said goodbye to Rob and had Clark drive me home. Rob had made me get Clarks phone number, and instructed him to wait twenty minutes before heading back to the warehouse in case James was mad. I knew it would be fine, Rob was being overly cautious but it was sweet.

I let James know I was on my way, and that I was alone for now. He thanked me and when I returned to my apartment I found it spotless. James had folded the couch up, his bedding folded neatly. The whole apartment had a smell of disinfectant and cleanser. He was sucking up, and he had a lot to make up for.

"P," He started as soon as he saw me, "I am so sorry. I was a mess last night and I took it all out on you. I don't even know where to start!" He was sitting on the floor, he had been crying, for a while based on the red eyes.

"How about at the beginning," I said, "What caused all that? You were checking Heather out, agreed to go with her, you said she invited you back to her place… what the hell?"

He nodded, "Yea, and I agreed. We were walking and talking about how long I'd known you, she was talking about how you used to come in, and the night when Rob entered your life. She was talking about how sweet it was, how she'd watched you two fall for each other over the last few weeks. And I just snapped, I excused myself, not very politely, I'm sure she thinks I'm a total moron. I had to go home, she helped me find the way and said goodnight before getting a cab back to her place. I'm so embarrassed."

I was still confused, "So why did that conversation make you come here and say so many cruel hurtful things, then… James you tried to kiss me."

"I know, I don't know. It was just the thought that what you guys was real, I saw it, and Heather saw it. I was terrified of losing you. I was terrified of you getting hurt. I can't stand the thought of seeing you like that, I just… I don't know…" James rambled.

After he had gotten stuck on his words, he looked up at me, still standing about six feet away, arms crossed and a deep frown on my face. He looked expectant, he wanted me to say something but I had no idea what to say.

I took a deep breath, and then another. Finally I crossed the room and sat on the chair so there was no chance of him joining me on the couch. "James, I can't just pretend none of this happened because you were drunk. You really hurt me, you said a lot of things that cut deep, and were totally unnecessary. Rob was just interested in me until I gave it up and then he would move on? That was just cruel, and you are supposed to be my best friend. A real best friend would never ever say anything like that. You tried to kiss me, FUCK James. What was that all about?"

He hung his head in his hand, "P, I am so sorry. I can't even being to tell you how stupid I feel. I was just thinking about us, when it was just the two of us, and I miss you so much. I don't think it was even a romantic thing, just jealousy that he gets to see you all the time now and I don't I'm stuck in Toronto, and you are here. I miss you so much P! It sucks so much. And I'm sorry that I did all of that, it's totally inexcusable."

I sighed, "I'm not going to dwell on it, and I'm not going to punish you forever. You were drunk and I guess I can understand what you mean, I miss you too. I was thrilled to see you on Friday, surprised as hell yes. But so happy. I do fully expect you to apologize to Rob. You said a lot of horrible things about him and you tried to kiss me, with him a few feet away no less. He's a great guy, and if you took the time I'm sure you would see that. He's already rationalized why you acted the way you did. I don't think he's expecting or wanting an apology, but if you want me to forgive you…"

He interrupted, "I want to apologize to him. It was totally unfair, everything I did. He makes you happy I can see that, that is the most important thing. God, P, I haven't seen you this happy … ever. I know that's him. That goofy smile in that ridiculous dress when I got here and you thought I was him, you are crazy about him."

I nodded and James continues, "I just want you to be careful. There are so many things that could go wrong here. So many things that could be a problem, cause problems. He doesn't live in the same city as you, at least permanently. I'm worried about you."

I nodded again, he wasn't saying anything I hadn't already thought about, worried about or got upset about. But I had pushed it all away; it wasn't worth focusing on now when I could be happy. When it came closer to Rob's wrap time, we would have to deal with what was going to happen, where we were going, were we a 'we'? There would be a lot to deal with later. I explained that to James and then helped him off the floor and gave him a hug.

"So you should piss me of again next time you come, its awesome now having to clean my apartment," I laughed, "Have you eaten yet?"

He shook his head, "Wasn't really in the mood. P, I've been sick over this. I am so sorry."

I hushed him, "I don't need any more apologies, there is just one more to make later. I don't want to cook yet and ruin your awesome cleaning job so let's go get you some street meat!"

We both ate a hot dog from a vendor two blocks up, and sat on a bench to people watch. We made up conversations of people walking down the street in groups or pairs, we made up thoughts of people alone. This was a game we used to play at school, and it was fun just relaxing and being us again, James and Peyton.

My phone rang, Rob. I told James I was going to take it and he wanted to go apologize to Heather so we agreed to meet back at the apartment in twenty minutes. I knew Rob would be curious what had happened, how James was when I got back. What he had said, and what was going to happen tonight.

"Hey there Stewart," I laughed at my sometimes nickname for him.

"Hey pretty girl," his smooth voice said, I could tell he was smiling, "How did everything go?"

"As good as it could have I suppose," I replied, "He cleaned my apartment, apologized, explained the best way that he could."

"Well now, that I am curious about," he said, "What was his explanation?"

"Basically he is afraid of loosing me, and not in a romantic way. For a long time now it was me and him, we spent all our time together, and now he feels like he's been replaced in a way because you are so important to my life," I said as I walked towards my apartment, "I assured him that as long as he doesn't decide to repeat last nights performance nothing had to change. He's my best friend, but he needs to realize that is all I see him as. And I think he does. He's gone to apologize to Heather right now."

"Hmm…" He replied thoughtfully, "I still think there is more feelings, emotions there than that. But I suppose that does make sense. So what are your plans for tonight then?"

"Well when are you done shooting?" I asked, "I want you to come over. So does James."

"I'm sure he does," Rob chuckled, "I've got one scene left, its fairly simple, should have it in two or three takes. Then I can have John drive me over, because heaven forbid I go anywhere alone. I got scolded for taking a cab last night, even though I sent John a message letting him know I was back at the hotel."

I hated that his security was so tight, but I knew they were only strict because they had to be. The incident with the ear the day before had proved just how determined and desperate some of Rob's fans could be. He assured me that they weren't all crazy, only the exception not the rule. It was still hard, knowing that Rob wasn't free to live his own life, do just go and do something when he wanted to and not have to worry about clearing it with security or who might be there to chase him when he got there.

"So what, hour or so?" I asked, I really missed him.

"Maybe ninety minutes," He replied, voice smooth as silk, "Are you sure it's a good idea for me to come? I don't want to ruin things; it's his last night here."

"I know that Rob," I said swiftly, "But he honestly wants to see you, apologize to you. He is really torn up over how he acted when he was drunk and he needs to make some attempt at amends."

"Ok," He said, I could hear the smile in his voice, "I'll see you soon."

I made it home long before James, he was staying to talk to Heather during her break. As I brushed another layer of marinade on the chicken breasts as I heard the apartment door shut. I smiled, trying to shut the oven door and turn around quickly but he had his arms around my waist before I could begin my turn. "Hey honey, I'm home." His voice was like music to my ears.

"Well that was no ninety minutes," I said with a laugh, "But it's nice to see you so quickly." It had only been thirty minutes since I'd hung up the phone from him.

"I can make magic happen," He smiled giving me a kiss, "I'm good at my job. One take, five minutes and we were out of there." He brushed his knuckles on his chest, obviously taking pride in his quick work. "So where is James?"

"He'll be here soon," I replied, he had sent me a text saying that Heather was on her lunch and he was going to talk to her and be home around six, which was fifteen minutes away.

Rob leaned me against the counter and pressed his lips hard to mine, he kissed me in a way that I knew I wouldn't be able to stop if I waited much longer, "Rob," I sputtered "James will be here in a few minutes, you can't walk in and kiss me like that and except me to be able to pretend nothing is happening." I laughed, "And if you keep kissing me like that than I won't be about to stop."

He smiled, God I loved that smile. His lips, so perfect. Soft, inviting and oh so kissable. While I focused on his lips, I didn't realize they were getting closer, until they were almost on mine. A fraction of a second later they made contact, softly brushing against my lips, moving gently this time until I felt his lips part wider urging mine to follow suit. I complied willingly and melted into his kiss. Despite the amount of time we had spent kissing in the last six weeks, I was still taken aback when his lips connected with mine. My breath was taken away, my mind turned to complete mush, to put it gently I was a lost cause.

As we lost ourselves in the moment, enjoying everything the kiss brought us, I finally noticed the water from the potato pot overflowing. I broke away swiftly and fought Rob off as I removed the pot from the burner and turned down the heat. I forced Rob to stay seated on the far stool while I finished dinner.

We chatted about the coming week. Rob may only be able to come over two nights from what he figured as it stood right now. This week was jammed with late nights and early starts; I couldn't imagine how tired he was going to be after this week was over. But I was looking forward to the weekend and the beach trip Rob had planned. I hadn't been to a beach all summer, for a girl who grew up on the beach it's a really hard thing to get used too. I was nervous about meeting Rob's friends, his cast mates. What would they think of me? I was so different, not a part of their world at all.

I shook my head and pushed those thoughts out of my head, there was little I could do, and absolutely nothing I could do right now. As I drained the potatoes and put them on the table/counter James walked in the door. "Hey guys! Just in time for dinner number two, SWEET!" His mood incredibly lifted even since I'd seen him last.

"Things go good with Heather?" I asked while I finished serving the chicken, corn and carrots. Me and James both took our seats and began to get our plates ready.

He smiled, "Yea, I kind of explained why I took off. Told her she got off lightly because I turned into a real ass after that. We are going to stay in touch, and when I come back down get together. She wants to see Toronto too, so if things continue smoothly she may even come visit me."

I smiled at the turnaround, I was very glad, Heather was a very nice girl, truly sincere and sweet. I knew they didn't know each other well, but who knows, maybe this could turn into something. James deserved to be happy, really and truly happy, the serious of flings through school didn't ever make him happy, just kept him distracted.

"So on that note, Rob," James said angling his chair to look at Rob, "I really want to apologize to you. I said some things that were so far out of line I don't even know where they came from. Jealousy I suppose, P is my best friend and I don't want to loose her, but I can see you don't want to steal her from me. I can also see that no matter how your celebrity status complicates things, what you guys have is the real deal; you really care about my girl. So… I guess this is me giving me my blessing." He chuckled at how silly it sounded aloud, but I was happy with the words he chose.

Rob set his fork down, "I have issues with what you said, not because I'm offended. I've got some pretty thick skin by now, I can shrug anything off because of what I've heard about me in the last year but you hurt Peyton. And you made her doubt herself and me. There was no reason to unload on her like that and I know you were drunk. I know you are sorry. But I'm afraid you have caused more damage then you realize." Rob paused, taking a deep breath and licking his lips before continuing, "I don't hold a grudge, that isn't what I'm about. I just want to make sure you realize exactly what you have done here."

James opened his mouth to answer but said nothing, only nodded. I was taken aback, expecting Rob to accept the apology and leave it at that. Everything he said was true, but I was still very surprised that Rob had said anything, and even more surprised that he had realized the doubts that I had briefly encountered in my head.

We ate in silence for several minutes before Rob broke the increasingly awkward silence, "So what is on the docket for tonight?"

James grinned sheepishly, "I hope you guys don't mind I invited Heather over, I figured we could relax, lay low and watch some movies or something."

I smiled, "Sounds great!"

James continued, "She is really great and since I mucked things up yesterday I wanted to see her under normal circumstances. And I figured going out wasn't the ideal option with the Rob-Mobs lurking about."

"Thanks for considering me," Rob said finishing the last bite of chicken, "Sounds like a perfect evening to me."

James and I headed to the video store while Rob volunteered to clean up the dinner dishes and wait for Heather to get off work. We chose the new movie that Beyonce was in Obsessed and a classic horror movie, It. When we got back to the apartment Heather was there chatting to Rob as he finished putting away the dishes.

We quickly settled into the living room, James and Heather on the couch Rob on the chair with me sitting on a pillow in front of him. I was comfortable resting against his leg when the movie started and no one moved until the credits rolled on the first movie.

The rest of the night passed the same, we watched It quietly and when it ended James walked Heather home, taking a key with him so Rob and I could go to bed. It was already past eleven, but Rob had a 5:30 am call time, and I had to be up early to help James get ready to go to the airport before work. James had nothing but a plane ride where he could sleep so he had no concerns with a late bed time.

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