These two people may be real, and it may make some people feel uncomfortable that I would take their story and twist it in my head, but I just wanted you guys to know that I do this with nothing but love. I love them more than anyone could know, and I gave up reading Real People Fic, and writing it, but somehow I got inspired to start back again at it. I really hope you like it, and support my work as much as I enjoy writing it. There will be more if you want it!

Disclaimer - I do not own them, although if I did it would be pretty awesome.

BTW: Last chapter I made a typo, it was Chapter 3 not another part of chapter one, I'm sorry, I will have to re-read my work next time. :-)

Love Me Tender

By: ValeriaCullen

Chapter Four: Family Trips and Complications

KPOV

"Be who you are and say how you feel because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind," ~ Dr. Seuss

"So us Stewart's are going out of town for a few weeks, we'll be back at the beginning of July," my mother chirped into the phone in a soothing tone. I groaned, I did not want to go out of town right now, especially since seeing Rob everyday was becoming a daily occurrence and he hadn't gone back to London, but with me gone, he might go back and then I wouldn't hear from him until Comic Con.

"Mom, why are we going out of town now?" I said, my voice did not hide my displeasure.

"Well it is summer time, things to explore, people to see, things to do," she said excitedly, I had Max in my lap, petting him softly he was meowing because he knew we'd be leaving soon, poor baby.

"Whose going to feed our animals and take care of our house?" I asked curiously, "I mean what random person is going to take care of our wolves, dogs and a cat?"

"Rob would," she said winking at me.

"Mom, Rob nearly pissed himself when he met the wolves, he said they were going to eat him for lunch, his skinny British ass," I said jokingly, it was funny to talk about Rob in such a playful manner.

"Kristen, sometimes you forget you're talking to your mum when you use such language," she said in a stern motherly tone.

"Oh, mom, you and dad say fuck all the time, and Taylor uses the word way more than I do," I rolled my eyes.

"Some talking about me?" Speak of the devil my brother Taylor came bounding down the stairs, his eyes alight.

"YEAH," I answered, "about your constant dropping of the f-bomb."

"Fuck yeahh!" He said sitting next to me casually.

"See, mom, he can just...get away with that," I called him out.

"Taylor, sweetie, we're going on a trip, out of town," my mom informed him.

"Oh cool, I don't mind, I'd like to see beautiful women in other places," he quipped, laughing lightly.

"Yeah," I huffed.

"Whats got you so pissy this fine day, Stew?" he asked me, he could be intuitive at times.

"Nothing, I just...I'm not sure I want to leave right now," I blushed playing with my fingers.

"I bet its because of that British guy you're always hanging with," he said casually, "hes kind of cool actually, he came over one day and we were hanging, and he taught me some really hard chords on the guitar."

"He's a talented young man, and your sisters best friend, we'll talk about the trip some more later, you're free to go," she said quietly, exiting to the kitchen, we looked towards each other with mock-horror faces, I exited the room to go to my room, my life was beginning to be dominated, by none other than Robert Pattinson. Every thought I had, every reference, every song, every lyric reminded me of him, was I falling in love with him, was I infactuated I was not sure, but when I looked out the window, into the sky, I saw him, and his lop sided smile. The way he ran his long fingers through his mane of gorgeous locks, or the way his eyes twinkled when he was around me or laughing, how blue they were, greyish blue with brown hues in the center, I had taken so much time just staring into those depths I could paint a picture. Lost in my thoughts I was shocked when I heard his ringtone on my phone, I answered promply and ran quickly up to my room, closing the door behind me.

"Hey," I said quietly, almost softly like a coo from a mother.

"Hi," I said absent mindedly, trying to be all mysterious so he would wonder what my thoughts were on, they were always on him, I don't think he realized this fact.

"You okay? You don't sound so swell," he asked, he always got me more than anyone else.

"Not really, my mom and my family, and probably my boyfriend and I are going on a family vacation," I told him reluctantly, I knew he didn't want me to leave as much as I didn't want to leave.

"Really...?" his voice trailed off, his voice sounded so...saddened and disappointed, and it hurt for him to feel this way.

"Yeah, my mom didn't provide the specifics, but she basically said we're leaving now and we'd be back around the beginning of July, this...sucks," I said somberly, "because...I don't want you here in LA all alone, you barely have friends here, and I'll miss you," I admitted more to myself than him, as I had almost whispered the last three words.

"I'll miss you too, but I can't keep you from having fun and enjoying yourself," he said honestly, "I can't be the only person in your life, I'd feel like I was stealing you away, and you have a life outside of me."

"You're one of the more important guys in my life, seriously," I admitted, I was feeling sentimental and sappy today, shoot me, Jesus, I wanted to cry. I did not understand any of this, I had never felt this way about anyone before, and it wasn't going away, my heart felt so torn, I had admitted I hadn't felt this way about anyone and yet I had been in a relationship with Micheal for such a long period of my life. Thinking you know something, and are so sure of something for such a long time...and then you're proven to be wrong, it makes you question yourself and your choice, and most of all it just makes you question everything you have ever done. I don't know why I couldn't just admit to Rob these feelings, break up with Micheal and call it a day, things in life weren't simple that way, they were complicated. There were feelings to consider, and hearts to mend that did not want to be broken or confused or torn any longer, hearts at the moment that I did not want to break. A beep from the line broke me from my thoughts, shit, it was Micheal on the other line while I was conversiong with Rob, "One second, Rob, someones on the other line."

"Okay, love, I'll be right here," he told me sweetly, I melted, again.

Pressing the button and rolling my eyes, I answered the call to him, "Hello," I answered in a clipped, monotone voice.

"Hey, babe, you ready for the family vacay?" he asked casually, he would be happy that I was getting out of LA and away from Rob.

"I'm okay...and the trip, yeah I guess," I answered, obviously not wanting to speak.

"So, Jules, your mom was telling us we might go to a ski resort place, where it snows or something," he said continuing on, I wish he would ask me if I were okay like Rob had just done, but of course he does not even know me, so he would not know if something were bothering me.

"Ski Resort? Sounds so fun," I said in mock enthusiasm.

"Yeah, so we can go sledding down those mountains and stuff," he continued on.

"Yup, it will be fun, so...how was the audition?" I asked about his newest audition, for a small part in a comedy movie.

"I didn't get it...something about...not having the look," he said in a tone, you know the one, "I mean, I am good looking right?" he asked me for my opinion, honestly after fantasizing about Rob for so long, I considered him mediocre by comparison, not to be mean.

"Yeah, I guess...," I said agreeing half-heartedly, "Mike, I um...have someone waiting on the other line, can we pick this up later or tomorrow?" I asked suddenly.

"Who is on the other line?" he asked curiously.

"No one of importance," I told him, my voice small.

"Its that British pansy again, isn't it?" he asked angrily, rasing his tone.

"Ummm...yeah, its him, and don't start with me, Micheal," I said, not in the mood for this.

"You never want to start this argument but its here, you spend more time with him that you do me, you watch movies with him, you hang out with him, you seem way more into him that you have ever been to me, I don't get it, I'm your BOYFRIEND, Kris!" he exclaimed, he was no longer calm, he was an angry and jealous boyfriend.

"What do you want me to say, Micheal? I care for him, hes my best friend, I like spending time with him, it makes you insanely jealous that I can speak with him about things you don't understand! I don't give a fuck, Mike! I don't," I yelled back just as strongly.

"If you love him so much, you should be with him, I don't know what to do anymore, you don't seem to want me," he said, I was quiet for a long while.

"Micheal, I don't want to talk about this, I'm not in the mood," I insisted, "can I go and finish my call with Rob now?" I asked calmly lowering my voice.

"You know what, Kristen? Finish the fucking call with him, I don't give a fuck either," he said, hanging up on me, leaving me on the line. I curled up into a ball on my bed and my tears stained my new sheets and covers, I flipped back to a nervous and anxious Rob.

"You still there?" I asked quietly, my voice was thick and throaty from crying, you could hear the pain in my voice.

"What happened on the other line, love? You sound like you've been crying," he said concern and worry colored his tone.

"It was Micheal, we had a fight," I admitted, not used to the raspiness of my voice.

"About me, right?" he said, seemingly mildly conflicted.

"It wasn't neccessarily about you, but don't put the blame on yourself," I soothed him as he worried.

"I'm trying not to, but its extremely hard hearing your voice, in so much...pain," he said, his voice breaking at the last word.

"It'll get better, things are just complicated right now," I said, complicated was the right word, things were...complicated.

"I'm going to let you go, I don't want to bother you, you seem so confused and its over me, and I'm sorry," he said so sincere, he was being so perfect right now.

"Okay, bye Rob, hugs you through the phone," I said reluctant to let him go.

"Hugs back, bye, Kris, feel better and tell me about the trip, I'll miss you when you're away," he said quietly.

And with that...he was gone, I closed my eyes on the bed, cuddling closely to my phone, it was the teenage girl in me to dream of him, but I dreamt, and I hoped, no one could control me in my dreams.

RPOV

This can't be normal, this can't be real, when she told me that she and her family were going away on a trip my heart nearly broke in my chest on the spot, what was wrong with me? I kept asking myself this question time and time and time again, this wasn't normal. I picked up the phone it was Lee MacDougall I hadn't heart from him in ages but he said he was working on a song, and I had told him a lot about Kristen, so I wondered if it was about that.

"Hey, mate!" I said enthusiastically.

"So...I have news for you, the song its finished, and...those small things you said I incorporated them into the song, and when you hear it, its you," he said, I didn't quite get his meaning.

"What do you mean..its mean its me? I'm not getting this," I said confused, scratching my head nervously.

"Lemme play it for you, and then you'll understand," he said eagerly, I could hear ruffling and I knew it was probably a guitar case, and he was removing his guitar.

"Okay, sure, do your things, mate," I told him calmly awaiting whatever he was about to do.

"Okay, I wrote this...its calling Falling In Love For The Last Time...," he said as he began to strike the guitar.

If you're sitting comfortably then let me begin.
I want to tell you a tale about the mess that I'm in.
And it all starts with a girl.
And shes breaking up my whole world.

I began to place the words together in my mind, it was me, the story he had written was about me and Kristen, and he had used the words I had told him...first line and I'm already a bloody sappy fool.

Shes got this big green eyes, and there as wide as the moon.
They can take you to bed without you leavin' the room.
I would kill just to be her man,
but she's too cool to give a damn

I smiled at these lines because I remember hanging with Sam, Marcus, Tom, Lee, and Bobby, while I went on and on about how Kristen had the biggest eyes like the moon, and how they were bedroom eyes and seem to have me in bed with her, which I would never have really admitted unless Kristen was nowhere near the country. I didn't exactly mention Kristen's name, but how Bobby knew it was her was truly special, I had some amazing friends.

I'm falling in love for the last time
I'm falling in love forever and ever.
Falling in love with a girl that ain't mine
I'm falling in love for the last time.

In love, I was in love with her, and I was ruined because I wasn't supposed to have fallen in love with her, but...I didn't think I could love anyone else the way I did her, and no one could make me feel this way, it was powerful and heart stopping and agonizing but yet you suffer through it still. Love made people do crazy things, but they did them for the right reasons, I guess I was doing this all for that.

She makes me feel like a king,
she makes me feel like a freak
She plays on me because she knows that I'm weak
And she knows just what to say, just to brighten up my day.

So now I'm feeling sick,
and shes still having fun
I guess she thinks that I'm thick, or maybe a little dumb
But it makes no use to me,
I'm a fool for misery.

Every one of those lines were true, there were so many ups and downs so many amazing feelings and when I talked to her she knew me so well, that one thing and my whole day would me so much better, and when I went a day without talking to her in some form it would feel so very empty, and this worried me to no end. My attachment was bothering me, it was becoming too much for me. Sometimes it felt like I was a side to her life, something that came with it, and while I sat in the darkness she went about her regular life, I felt weak and hopeless but I couldn't help being dragged back time and time again.

I'm falling in love for the last time
I'm falling in love forever and ever.
Falling in love with a girl that ain't mine
I'm falling in love for the last time.

I'm falling in love with a girl...

I'm falling in love for the last time
I'm falling in love forever and ever.
Falling in love with a girl that ain't mine
I'm falling in love for the last time...

The lyrics were me and the song was me, it was our story, the story of how we got to this point and asking us how we are going to move forward, I nearly had tears in my eyes, it would have seemed as though I wrote it with how perfectly it captured our situation and what exactly I was feeling at the moment. I sighed in contentment, prattling with so many thoughts about the song, and how obvious it was...that I was in love with her.

"So...how did you like the song? Was it alright?" he asked me eagerly, "I know it wasn't my story to write, but it is a beautiful one."

"I know... and it was, thank you," I said quietly, "thank you for writing that, for me, for us."

"You're welcome, just...I believe in true love, and I think you have found it, my friend," he said, "now I've got to be going, friends are over, and we're doing some bon fire things, cheers!"

"Cheers, Lee," I said quietly as he hung up the phone, I opened my email, he had emailed the lyrics with a small message at the bottom.

"Believe X"

I sucked up the courage to believe in myself and to believe in those words, to take them with me and the gain advice and knowledge from it, one day, maybe my true love would be real and I would have learned so much more about myself as well as others from this interesting experience.

KPOV

The ski-trip to Utah was all kinds of fail, it was fun in some aspects, completely...annoying and irritating in others, I didn't want to be there and I made this fact very known. I was one of those people who, if she didn't like something or didn't want to be there then she wasn't going to put up with it. My mom had enough of my pouting and called me into her room, I guess we were going to have another mother-daughter talk, we had been having alot of those lately, alot of them every since my feelings for Rob had began to surface only getting stronger by the day.

"Kris, dear, you're so upset, why?" she asked me immediately.

"I would have just rather stayed back in LA, I honesly don't feel like being here right now," I admitted, sounding like spoiled brat, now really caring.

"Why is that? Rob?" she asked then assumed, it was so obvious.

"Yeah, I miss him, and I don't like him being all alone there, he knows barely anyone," I told my mom, " he knows me, he knows Nikki, but Nikki's here with us, and hes..alone."

"Kristen, he'll be alright in the long run, hes a 22 year old man, this really isn't about Rob being alone is it?" she assumed, damn moms and their quickness.

"No...," I admitted.

"Is this about your feelings for him? Be honest with me," she said, giving me the stern mom eye.

"Yeah...and I don't know what to do, Micheal and I have been arguing alot lately, and we never used to do that before, our relationship used to be so perfect, and Rob just came and...," I wanted to find the right words.

"Made it...complicated?" she asked, rather filled in the blanks.

"Yeah...I'm going to walk around and think a bit," I declared, getting out of my chair and walking outside, it was a bit chilly and I shivered, when I was far enough away from the house, I pulled out a cigarette and searched my pockets for a lighter.

"Here," Nikki offered, I took the box from her awkwardly.

"Thanks," I said letting her light up the tip of my cigarette, we both smoked quietly, afterwards Nikki wanted to chat with me.

"Micheal and I were talking earlier, and hes worrried about your relationship, he says you guys are having some problems right now," she said quietly.

"Well, he would be correct, we are," I said briefly.

"Why?" she asked curiously.

"I've just...things are complicated right now," I said calmly, "I don't...really want to talk about it."

"Okay...," she said dropping it.

We just sat there staring at the sky, smoking our cigarettes, breathing in the thin air, another thing I missed, I wanted to be back in California desperately, I said my goodbyes to Nikki and went into my room, silently laying on my pillow. The door opened and Micheal came in, laying behind me and spooning with me, it felt so wrong as he wrapped a hand around my waist and pulled me to him. I didn't want those hands, curved around my waist, I didn't want those lips at the nape of my neck, I didn't want his touch or his feel against me. I pulled away and he sighed heavily, I didn't know what was wrong with me either. I wanted to know, but it just felt so wrong.

"Micheal, I don't want to do this...," I said pushing him away.

"Come on, we haven't yet, and we should now...," he said pulling me flush against him.

"I don't want to," I told him again.

"Come on, babe, it'll be good, great," he said kissing down my neck.

"Look, I don't want to, especially not now," I said rejecting his advances.

"Ughhhh, Kris," he said pushing off the bed, he wanted to have sex with me right now, after all that had happened, I was disgusted and I wanted to go home. I left the room, showered and slept in the living around, away from my boyfriend, I couldn't see him right now, things were only getting more complicated wit us, I didn't want to prolong it, I didn't know what kept me here.

The beginning of July we came back and I had to do some post-production work for Adventureland, pre-production work for Welcome To The Riley's and Rob was in and out of meetings and so we barely got to s see each other until the middle of July. I was dying to see him, hug him, smell his woodsy and clean and minty scent. I missed him, god, I did, and when I knocked on the door of his apartment I gave him the warmest hug I could manage.

"I missed you...," I said wrapping my arms around him.

"God, its been forever, thank heavens we are both free today," he said, breathing into my neck.

"Yeah, I'm glad too, can I come in?" I asked walking around him, and into his apartment. He had gotten it while I was away, because he probably needed to stay in America for awhile this time, he had been saying he didn't want to leave this place for awhile, and he'd be doing tons of press anyways.

"You still have plastic on these couches, Rob!" I yelled jokingly.

"Eh, their rentals, I'm giving them back anyways," he told me casually.

"You rented everything in this apartment?" I asked about to crack up.

"Yeah, I did," he said proud, "its much more cheaper, and why would I need permanent stuff, I wont be here forever."

"True...," I said trailing off.

"So, what would you like to do?" he asked quietly, "hang out here? Go out?"

"I'd like to go to the beach...if thats okay, look at the sunset," I admitted, averting my eyes downward and blushing.

"Okay then, lets do it," he said grabbing my hand and leading me out to his car, he still had it, I smiled.

We got into the car, playing classical music and driving like maniacs to the beach, luckily this time Rob's dashboard did not light on fire, thank friggin' god, I sighed, when we got to the beach, he helped me out of the car, we walked to a tight spot under the trees with an amazing view, the sun was setting. The sky was a pinkish, purplish, bluish, hue and it was wonderful, the peace and serenity of the moment.

I looked to Rob and asked, "Do you think all things in life could be so peaceful?"

"I wish, I think we should just cherish this right now, and not think about that other stuff," he said calmly, mellow and completely zen. For as long as I'd know Rob, he just seemed so calm about everything, never really freaking out about anything, maybe he was on the inside, but with me right now, he didn't seemed phased. It calmed me down about the Micheal issues, the sex issues, the feelings for Rob, if I just enjoyed this moment right now, this beautiful moment of just being.

I could be happy.

Now.

I'm kind of proud of myself for updating a bit faster, I'm not the fastest updater but its probably because I spend so much time over thinking everything and re-writing until I feel its most perfect. And to the people commenting and saying this is the best Robsten story they have ever read, comments like that make me tear up, that is so sweet of you guys to say. It makes me want to be a better writer, it makes me want to work hard for whoever is reading this strory. Thanks so much sweet people!

Reviews are like sunsets, calm, beautiful, and peaceful, and they just make you enjoy the moment right now.