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MPOV

My mind was a perfect recollection of everything that had happened that night with Adam.

I sat in the cool, shaded garden area of the hotel we were staying at, alone for the moment, in a tank top with a dark blue bathing suit underneath and shorts over it. I'm sure my expression was vacant as I felt my thoughts drift to the memories of what had happened after I returned to the room after Adam's little freak out when we were at Cathi's…

I entered, tossing my light sweater to the floor. Adam and I only locked eyes, his lips pursed, mouth serious in a straight line. I could tell he was watching me for any signs of hurt or resent, but I showed nothing. I merely sighed and took my seat back down next to him. Neither of us decided to speak on the issue. We moved straight past it and started our dialogue once again without Cathi even telling us to.

And just like last time, he placed his hands on my shoulder, his thumb brushing over the edge of my collar bone in an Edward like fashion. His hands felt heavy on my shoulders with a tension that I knew deep down was still there. His hands lifted and fell periodically, as if trying to settle them on me comfortably. His palms started to moisten, the sweat mixing with my skin made them stick.

"Sorry if my hands are sweaty" he muttered, weakly. He looked up and his eyes darted to mine, with his face so close it only made his…. Insecurity? More apparent. Right now Adam wasn't looking as confident as he had before, as I had ever seen him, even at the dinner. There was no way he could have self doubt. Over what? Or maybe it wasn't insecurity, maybe it was regret- maybe he was sorry for how he had acted before.

"It's okay"

"Sorry if my hands are clammy." It's okay, "Sorry if my hands are cold" they weren't, it's fine...

"Sorry…. Just… sorry."

"You're forgiven"

He looked up at me and gave a small, half smile, cautiously. I only nodded and started the scene again.

Adam and I never did get that kiss. Cathi stepped in just as Adam was about to- I really think he was going to this time. His grip had tightened on my shoulders in determination and instead of pushing me backward, he seemed to pull me forward. After I had granted him forgiveness, he seemed to take control and get over whatever was troubling him. His lips were just about to touch mine- it was different this time, he held a hand on my neck, lightly pulling me towards him, his eyes closed and it had to be the most romantic looking expression I had ever seen. I shut my eyes too, waiting for the crash to happen, but it never did.

I sensed Cathi didn't want another outburst or interruption. She didn't want to risk anymore personal, pressing matters… and so she simply praised us and said she was satisfied.

I couldn't deny the empty, disappointed feeling in the pit of my stomach as I got into my car and was driven back to the hotel.

APOV

I immediately looked around upon checking into the new hotel. The other one was nice, and this one was about the same rating, just as elegant and sparkly looking as the other one.

I passed lobbies and sitting rooms with lush furniture, mirrors, cabinets, restaurants, flowers, all the while my luggage was being pulled up to my room (just a few floors down from some of the other actors who were staying here- including Meg- she was three floors above me) by an employee.

The first couple hours I spent settling into the new hotel. The bell boy, who was acting somewhat like a tour guide pointed out points of location through out the hotel, certain restaurants, what time certain places closed, a gift shop/convenient store, the hotel's pools and spa, and finally, the gym. There was also a courtyard in the middle of all the surrounding rooms lining the walls. It had perfectly trimmed bright green grass. I looked away. The color reminded me of Meg's eyes for some reason and the thought made my stomach twist in uncomfortable, guilty knots at the way I had treated her that day at Cathi's.

I asked the usher if there was anywhere I could go jogging, not being the type to get exercise strictly in a confined gym. He told me the hotel had a garden area with paved paths and shade that would be just fine.

After dropping off my luggage, I changed clothes- basketball shorts from my gym class of my school, and an old pale grey shirt with the sleeves cut off. I laced up my shoes and grabbed my ipod and dashed down to the lobby and main floor of the hotel.

I followed the signs and soon found the outside garden area. There were lawn chairs and tables and benches everywhere on the grass, making it feel relaxing and leisurely to any guest. I followed some more signs that directed runners to the jogging path through the gardens. I took off at a slow, steady pace, all of a sudden not feeling like really running. My mind went elsewhere… I hadn't talked to or seen Meg since the script reading. I didn't even think to ask for her number or even her room number now that I was here in the same hotel as her… I'd have to get it some point or another, right? As the movie's Edward and Bella surely we'd need bonding time. At least I told myself that and I wasn't lying, it didn't take much to convince me that it was best- for everything. The movie depended on it, our acting depended on it… I bet a lot of stuff depended on it.

I depended on it.

I didn't want the last major thing that had gone through us to be me pushing her away. That's why I felt so much more compelled at Cathi's to finish off the scene the way it was supposed to be. I was going to give Meg that kiss- whether it be in character or not. It was either going to be me- or Edward.

It scared me though, even now as I ran and thought about it, that I would rather it be me. Just Adam. I took a deep breath, I hadn't realized I had sped up in the moments my mind went thinking on about Meg. I hadn't consciously realized her face had been staring at me in my thoughts and how much I really was starting to think about her a lot. What was going on with me? I felt crazy, but honestly, even as I first met her, I couldn't deny the first impression I got of her- just this overwhelming, immediate like. I just liked her- friend or no friend, actress or no actress, Bella or not, just generally liked her. Now there was this eager, almost desperate want for her to like me back- just as a person. I only wanted her to like me. And going about shoving her away when we were supposed to be acting out an intimate moment and mumbling something about how you 'can't do this' wasn't helping my mission.

Back at Cathi's I remember feeling guilty, but that much more determined as Meg came back from running out of the room. I was going to just kiss her, forget about saying dialogue, we had that part down-easily. I wanted to show her I could do this part too.

I placed my hands back on her shoulders, fighting the urge to look away, to push her away again. It wasn't what you'd think, what you'd expect. I didn't want to have to look at her for too long, her pretty face only got more painfully gorgeous every second you stared at it. Looking at her for too long made me forget she was supposed to be a character, Bella Swan, and not someone I should be thinking about as someone who could potentially maybe even like me in time. And pushing her away? It was only because if I couldn't kiss her the way I wanted to, the way I'm sure our characters wished they desperately could, then it was probably best to keep a safe distance.

I stopped running and walked over to the gym, which was at the end of the runner's path. Walking inside I got a drink and took residence at a machine that faced the window. At first I wasn't even really looking out the window, out on the lawn by the pool and the people laying out on the grass- but then someone walked by that I couldn't possibly ignore.

I had to shut off the machine, or surely I'd lose focus and just hurt myself with the equipment…

There right in front of my window was Meg. I almost smiled to myself. It was like my unconscious thoughts had called her there.

At first she was just walking by, but then she caught a reflection of herself in the window and probably not being able to see inside, she started glancing at herself through the reflection. She stopped, turned to the side, ran her hand down the front of her stomach then raised her tank top to reveal a swimsuit, and skimming her hand over her midriff once again. I had to laugh. Here was this actress and she was acting as normal as any girl her age would be- self conscious and critical of her body. What was very 'Bella' like of her, was that she wasn't aware of just how attractive she was.

She was about to keep walking when she caught glimpse of that too and did a little turn and examined her behind. She was too much, I had to get out of there.

With a smile on my face I left the gym and strode out to meet her- when something else caught my eye…

Remembering what I had found out about her on the internet, I quickly put in some change to the vending machine out in the courtyard and grabbed a Twix bar. I opened it and stuffed one in my mouth, just to mess with her once I got to her…

MPOV

I had been ignoring any full length mirrors or reflective surfaces for some time now- and I wasn't really sure why. Back in the hotel room I had examined my collar bones. They weren't as prominent as they probably should be. I mean I'm not saying they need to be, you know like, clearly visible, every inch of bone outlined from underneath the skin- no- that'd be gross. I was just thinking though, with the mention of collar bones and the 'hollow' of the throat in the book, would that mean I'd have to lose five pounds so you'd be able to see mine a little better? Ridiculous. I wasn't going to lose weight for this part, even though no one had asked me to or even hinted about it, I was still paranoid that any second they would (probably because this is the most mainstream movie I've ever done). Anyway, I sighed, feeling stupid for thinking such thoughts. I was a firm believer of 'healthy' over just 'skinny'- especially with my job these days.

Back outside in the courtyard, I passed a window and actually gave myself a look over.

I was fine. Normal. Okay. Decent. I was fine- I told myself, kind of trying to sound confident and as if I really, really meant it.

Does Adam think you're 'fine'?

Stop! The voice in my head objected. It doesn't matter what he thinks, who cares? Even as I thought this, the voice of reason in my head sounded a little panicked…

Defeated, the voice couldn't help but think I didn't want to be just 'fine' to Adam. I wanted him to think more than that…

"Hey there little lady," said a voice with a fake Southern twang to it. What the hell?

I whipped around, "Adam?" I laughed nervously to cover up the fact he had just caught me examining my bum if it was too big. Oh how embarrassing… and what better place to do it too- than the window to what I just realized was the gym, where Adam had just been no doubt.

He smiled down at me, a crooked kind of smile- practicing as Edward Cullen maybe? Either way he was cute. I eyed the candy wrapper in his hand, one Twix already half eaten, while the over was still safely covered in the wrapper.

"Want some?" he asked, automatically holding it out to me. I scoffed and shook my head.

"No that's okay."

"Why? Don't you like Twix?" he asked, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Er-yea- well how'd you know??"

"Know??… I didn't know, exactly… it's just…. Uh, who doesn't like Twix I mean?" he gave me a look like I was crazy to refuse such chocolate and caramel… and maybe I was… the way he ate made it look especially appetizing, licking stray strands of caramel off his lips and melted chocolate from his fingertips.

"Come on, just share it with me- don't let me take all the calories," he insisted.

I laughed, "You sound like a girl! Man up and eat it yourself," I scolded and rolled my eyes teasingly. He erupted with laughter, his face cracking up with it.

"Well you act like a girl! I saw you checking your reflection…" he shot back. I hid the flush of embarrassment I just felt by shooting him a mean glare, pretending to turn defensive- which I kind of was anyway. He had no idea what I was just thinking before he came along, and now, it was as if he was making fun of it- and he had no idea what an impact he'd have, even now when I knew he was teasing, shouldn't he know better a girl's gonna analyze every word he says?

It was his fault, it was all his fault and I didn't even know him that well yet. Maybe I was even starting to resent him for that, in the minute or so we've been standing here it was enough to make me feel spiteful. I didn't want to worry or get caught up in Adam. I didn't want to want him, I didn't want him to want me so much. I didn't want to start to like him because then I'd have to worry. I'd have to feel self conscious and I didn't want that. I just wanted to make this movie that I was really invested in, really passionate about… I wanted to do a good job and just have fun. And if Adam wanted to come along for the ride with that, then he was more than welcome to. But seriously getting a crush on him would be inconvenient right now.

As soon as I realized that, I let go of all fear. I no longer cared what he thought. If I no longer cared if I looked stupid or bad then I was truly able to be myself around him. That was the most I could ask for. It was the only way to get closer to him for the sake of this movie and this relationship (both personal and professional).

The key was not to care. And so I wouldn't. I would treat him like everybody else. We could build a solid bond normally and steadily to ensure what we needed.

"You know, a part of me says, screw exercising. With this movie and this role… and everyone online already bashing me and saying I look nothing like Edward Cullen, I kinda just want to piss them off and show up fat on set…."

I laughed genuinely. "That's terrible! You'll be crushing so many Twilighter dreams!"

"I don't give a-!" and then he cute himself off, "oops, sorry… I don't particularly care, I mean. they need to get over it. Exercising hurts. Quite frankly abs are overrated." he shrugged a shoulder and grinned ruefully. I smiled up at him but shook my head disapprovingly- only because I didn't really care if he cussed, what was the big deal?

"They'll hate you for it."

"Beauty is all in the eye of the beholder… and there's only one person I need to look good to, and that's Bella, which is you, and I'll always look fine to you, right?" it all came out in one long breath, in a hurry. I already noticed he talked fast when he really had something to say, a point the wanted to get to.

"Mmmmm…" I hummed, thinking it over, wincing slightly as if not wanting to hurt him with my answer.

"Right??"

…

"RIGHT?"

"Uh…"

"You know anytime you can go: 'Yeah, Adam, definitely, you're so insanely handsome you take my breath away with every glance,'" his voice got all airy and light towards the end, his flirty girl imitation I'm assuming. I laughed.

"While that is not entirely false, I don't think it's your physique everyone is talking about… it's more of your face."

"OUCH!" he blurted, clutching his heart as if I had just stabbed him.

"NO! I didn't mean it offensively! I've been looking online too at the fan sites, and the ones complaining just have this perfect image of what they think Edward Cullen should look like and can't get that out of their head- you kind of just… well.. It's not you, really, give it time, everyone will see you're so Edward Cullen it's not even funny…" I assured him, using every ounce of my acting abilities, fighting back a smile. I hoped he knew we were both only teasing…

"You should just quit while you're ahead Meg." he rubbed his arm, which turned my attention to his bicep- Twilighters couldn't complain about his physique- he had a nice body (and a handsome face for that matter).

"No really, Adam!" I insisted, slightly whining, trying to get him to forgive me. With him it was easy to feel like I had known him for much longer than I actually had. He was so easy going and care free maybe I was taking it too far? Was I just coming off as bitchy?

"You do realize I wasn't really asking for reassurance about the fan base?? It's only to be expected I won't fit everyone's image of Edward Cullen- I really wanted to know if you found me attractive. Thanks for clearing that up..."

My jaw dropped- stunned. Was he being serious??….

"WAIT- wha-?"

"I gotta go," he said simply. I thought he was mad at me, but he still managed to smile as he turned to walk away.

"Just look me up at the front desk when you feel like looking into some lines. Or maybe I'll just see you around."

And before I could say anything else or object- he was walking away! I stood there, my hands balled into fists and angry and offended. I might not have the right to be, maybe that was Adam's emotional territory right about now but I wasn't about to apologize (if only to myself) for the way I feel.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, turning on my heel and walking back to my hotel room. I didn't even want to stay and watch him walk the rest of the way until he was completely out of my sight. He didn't deserve the honor just right now.

APOV

I was partly joking- mostly serious. I wasn't mad at her, but I wasn't kidding. It was strange what had just took over me. Our conversation was just normal, a little flirting and teasing, but normal, and then all of a sudden I was just looking for some kind of approval. I wanted some sort attention back. Did she not get what I was trying to do? I was hoping we could joke around, but deep down subliminally would be her true opinion.

I went back to my room and after taking a shower I went over lines by myself in my room alone- continuously memorizing and getting as comfortable with them as possible.

After about an hour and a half of that- I decided to go for a walk…

I first made a call to the front desk, telling them which room I was staying in and that I was here on the movie company's tab, and what room would a miss Meg Copper be staying in? I quickly got my answer. Room 337.

I grabbed my book of lines just after changing my clothes and headed down to Meg's room. Nearly two hours was punishment enough to make her mind go crazy (hopefully) that I just might actually be mad at her.

Once I got to her room I knocked on the door.

MPOV

I laid on the hotel bed, half asleep, so close to dozing off when Charlotte was at my side, waking me gently.

"Meg, get up. Someone's here to see you."

It took me a second to process that.

"What?"

"I don't know. There's a guy standing outside the door- I didn't open it or look through the peep hole, but he says he's working on the Twilight movie with you and wanted to know if you wanted to go over some lines or whatever." she shrugged.

I rubbed my eyes and ran my hand through my hair, having done nothing with it today, it was just it's natural thick wavy mess (plus sleep made it all that messier).

I staggered to the door, looking I'm sure drunk to Charlotte if she didn't know better.

"Who is it?" I mumbled, looking through the peep hole, my voice surprising me with how tired I sounded- clearly just woken up from sleep.

"It's me, Adam.."

"oh shit!-" I hissed, running away from the door- or trying to- but Charlotte was right behind me, preventing me. "Tell him I'm not here!" I exclaimed.

"But he just heard you…?"

"Charlotte! I don't want to see him!"

"Why??"

"Yeah, why??" came Adam's muffled masculine voice from through the door. I froze and felt embarrassed.

"Just-" but I couldn't think of anything to say, what was there to do? "Ugh…" I sighed, defeated, and with slumped shoulders made my way back to the door.

I creaked it open just slightly, my eyes squinting into the bright light of the hotel corridor.

"Can I see you… another time maybe? Like… not now?" I asked. He only laughed at my disheveled appearance.

"Okay, first of all, can you actually open the door when you talk to me?" he sounded like he was having too much fun.

Trying not to become impossibly irritated with him, I willed the door open further, exposing most of myself in the doorway leaning against the wall.

I waited a second, to see if he would actually respond to my question- but instead he busted out laughing. For once I didn't like the adorable way his eyes crinkled up when he really laughed, when he thought something was really funny.. He held his stomach, doubling over with laughter.

I turned away to shut the door-

"No, no! Wait!" he stopped, throwing his arms out to catch the door, "hold on…"

I waited.

"You're hair looks like a haystack… but I like it." he grinned, as if that was supposed to mean something to me.

It took me a second to register where that was from…

"Oh….. Oh! You're a dork. Get out of here."

He laughed to himself now, at my expense and his own I'm sure.

"Hey, I'll see you later then. When you're done, sleeping, sugar, meet me down by the pool at 8,"

Okay, first of all- sugar?

I growled under my breath as he walked away. I ignored the sight of his happy face, and the fact that I liked seeing him that way because of something I might have caused.