Here you go! Thanks to everyone reading and putting this on alert and to their favorites. This chapter was going to be too long to post by itself, so I'm splitting it up into a few parts (probably just 2) so we'll see how that goes. This particular chapter is just part one of what happens next and they go to the pool- all in Adam's perspective.

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APOV:

I waited for Meg in the lobby, leaning against a pillar. It was starting to get late, but nevertheless, people were still about- leaving the hotel for the evening for tourist reasons or just plain checking out.

A few minutes before eight Meg came down. I saw her emerge from one of the many elevators to the side of the front desk and main lobby. I stepped away from the pillar to greet her, smiling.

"Shall we?" I asked, offering her my arm. She laughed and took it anyway as we walked outside into the hotel courtyard- which was much nicer at night. White lights were strung around trees and little lanterns lit up the sidewalk paths until we made our way over to the gate of the pool.

I caught her looking up at me with such a bright, contagious smile. Both of her hands gripped my upper arm as we walked. She raked her fingers over my bicep, sneaking underneath the short sleeve of my shirt down the bulge of my arm. My eyes scanned her face for any sort of give away- she revealed nothing, at least from as far as I could tell.

I couldn't even smile back at her- my mind had quickly roamed elsewhere on its own accord before I could even stop it or object to anything.

Suddenly I just had the urge to grab her, completely tackle her to the ground and ravish her. She had no right to be so alluring.

Once we reached the gate of the pool, I opened it for her, allowing her to enter before me. She mumbled a 'thank you' and even though it was completely unnecessary I took notice that she was considerate.

I looked around and noticed we were alone in the pool area. It was quiet and soothing. The only lights came from the pool walls and they illuminated the waters in a silvery, wavy way underneath the surface.

Meg pulled out her script book from the back pocket of her shorts as she proceeded to take them off.

I looked away.

I pulled my shirt up over my head and allowed myself to plunge into the deep end with a loud splash. When I resurfaced and shook the water out of my hair- I didn't see Meg at first. Then I looked closer, and saw her at the end by the pool steps, she raised her shoulders and smiled and waved, making a show, before turning to the script booklet and placing it safely on the edge of the pool.

I swam over to her and leaned over the edge of the pool, my elbows on the pavement out of the water, droplets from my body occasionally splattering the paper as I read over it. Meg stayed quiet and crossed her legs, sitting on the pool step, her elbow on her knee and her head resting in her palm. She was still the perfect image of ease, you wouldn't even think she was in a pool if you only saw her from the head up. She was much too dry…

I purposely fell back into the water.

"Hey!" she whined slightly, holding her script book with a pinch between two fingers, "you're splashing water everywhere!"

"That's the point," I laughed, wading in the water, having to bend my knees so my shoulders were underneath the surface, otherwise I'd be too tall.

"Well you'll ruin my script…" she said snottily.

"I thought you didn't need to look at it? Haven't you read the book plenty times enough?"

She scoffed and leaned back slightly, resting her arms now on the step behind her just after tossing the script book aside, "What? You remember everything I say now?" she raised an eyebrow. Indeed I knew what she was talking about- back at Cathi's house I had offered her to look at the script, to which she declined saying she knew the material well enough from having read the book.

I didn't answer for a moment. I wasn't sure if this was something I could go further with… what was she trying to get at? What was her tone suggesting?

"What would you say if I told you I did?" I muttered instead, wading a little farther away from her, the water covering more of me until it reached just under my nose.

"Well I'd say… keep listening," she laughed and looked down as she spoke then shook her mane of hair and shrugged, "..I don't know…"

"Well…" I spoke up only to trail off. I decided to change the subject, "We could actually go over lines… we could talk and try to get to know each other better, or we could just piss off and do nothing," I laughed, knowing she'd like that last idea. Meg laughed too and I felt guilty for noticing the way her chest subtly shook with her laughter, how her shoulders lightly heaved. She was lucky her hair was still dry for the most part and therefore able to cover herself better. Even though her bathing suit wasn't revealing, it didn't matter. Sometimes what you didn't see was enough to drive you crazy as what you did.

"Well let's be honest… we're in a pool… why did you even suggest to come here to go over lines?" she gave me a laugh that showed she thought the idea was stupid, I only grinned at her, seeing the ridiculousness of it all as well. "And we can't just do nothing. If I wanted to do nothing I just would've stayed in my hotel room, which I almost did, but I didn't. I thought, 'well… maybe Adam will be entertaining,' but so far you're proving yourself wrong, kid." she winked at me only after she let her last statement linger in the air a moment, letting me know eventually she was only joking. "So that leaves only one other option that you proposed. We could talk and get to know each other better…"

"Ok-" I started.

"I really don't feel like doing that either"

I froze. "okay…"

"I'm just kidding!" she blurted out after, her amusement apparent.

"Oh!"

"I'm sorry," she laughed more, shaking her head, "you must think I'm such a bitch!.."

I laughed this time, "No…"

"No?"

"No." I repeated. "Is that what you're going for? Kind of like Edward hoping Bella will get scared at something he says and run away- are you hoping I just can't stand you once this movie is done?" I teased.

"Oh wow, someone's done his homework." she grinned, her eyes showing a playful gleam.

"Well of course, I had to. I was afraid of being inadequate and not much to work with for my leading lady."

She laughed more, louder this time. It was musical, almost like what I imagined the author was describing when the vampires laughed. Full of emotion but nice sounding at the same time was Meg's laugh.

"You do remember everything I say!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands in a fake applause for me. "you know I was only joking though. You're plenty enough for me."

I smirked inwardly at what else that could mean as she continued, "I never doubted you as an actor, or incapable of this role." she explained. "I mean, eventually I had read enough of your previous films and they sounded pretty-" I cut her off before she could finish.

"You have??"

She seemed taken back, blinking as she lifted her chin from her palm. "Uh…well.."

"Did you know about me before then? If you've seen my movies?"

"No… and I haven't actually seen any of them." she shifted slightly, I was wondering if she was uncomfortable. My confused expression didn't exactly put her at ease either. It was like she was holding back something she didn't want to explain or felt too embarrassed to and then thinking about it, my mind clicked to something-

"You looked me up on the internet! Didn't you?!" I tried to sound… not exactly outraged, just in shock, but I think the fact that I liked her trying to look a little more into me didn't help what I was trying to convey. Instead of feeling snooped on, I felt flattered… not a feeling I was used to.

She shook her head lightly, "So?…. It was the first, perfectly logical thing to do." her defensiveness on the subject was trying to cover her embarrassment at getting caught.

"I know." I said, gently, letting her know I understood, "that's why I did it myself."

I grinned at her when she looked up at me.

"You mean you did it too?"

I nodded.

She let out a relieved sigh, "Okay, cool. Now I don't feel so bad… or like such a loser. I was afraid you'd think it was weird."

I laughed this time, "No it's alright. I kind of like the idea of you going behind my back trying to know stuff about me…" she looked down and didn't meet my gaze even though I was staring at her. If it were light outside I'm sure I could've been able to see her blush.

"but you could've just asked."

"Like you really would've told me…" she mumbled.

"Yes I would've!" I straightened up, feeling defensive all of a sudden. Her tone suggested she was accusing me of something- or had a certain impression. But I couldn't be sure. I could never be sure. "What makes you think I wouldn't?"

She shook her wavy haired head again, "Forget it. I don't know what I'm talking about. I don't know why I said that… I guess I was just thinking back to what I thought before I met you… I didn't know what to expect so I just thought you'd be this guy-"

"Well so far you'd be right," I laughed, she rolled her eyes.

"You didn't let me finish! I thought you'd just be this guy who… I don't know- I lost my train of thought, see what you did!" she turned away from me on the step.

"No you can go on. Please do. I want to hear how you prematurely judged me before we even met… so yeah, please, go on." I urged, hoping she knew I was joking with her.

"Well when you say it that way you make it sound horrible! Don't tell me you didn't have some sort of idea of what I'd turn out to be-"

"But I didn't." I said honestly. "I didn't know you and so I knew all I could do was meet you first for some kind of impression- then that night after the dinner, I looked you up on the internet- which was way too easy," I confessed, "and that was it." she only stared at me, her bright eyes blinking as if wondering if I were for real.

"But this isn't about me yet or what I did, I want to know what you thought."

She bit her lip thinking it over. I had to concentrate extra hard not to pay attention to her physically, and wait instead for what she decided to say.

"I thought, well I was afraid, you'd be obnoxious- either totally just try and get into every girl's pants, or you'd already have some sort of annoying, plastic Barbie looking girlfriend." as she spoke it was as if it wasn't even towards me. It was like she was talking to herself and couldn't believe what she was saying- it was either preposterous or irrelevant to her now.

"So basically, you were wondering about my relationship status?" I couldn't help the smug expression on my face.

"What?? No! I- that's not what I meant. It's just you'd be able to tell a lot about a guy who… I don't know. Forget it. You're making me feel stupid. I have no idea what I thought about you before. What matters is that actually meeting you overshadowed anything I could expect- therefore making me forget it all- and that is a very good thing." she finished, her eyes seeming to gaze off somewhere else, seeing something else entirely. I only stared at her. Even when she claimed to be at a loss for words or to be thinking 'stupid' things, she made it all sound better. If she kept this up she could easily win me over with her words alone.

I said nothing, hoping to let her out of whatever awkwardness she was feeling. I wanted to let her know I wouldn't make fun of her that had anything remotely to do with something personal- or if she was being serious. I wasn't a complete asshole.

The only sound was the sound of the water as I tried to move closer to her. She startled me when she chose to speak again.

"Maybe I wasn't prematurely judging you…" she started, her eyes watching the light dance in the pool water. "I think I just knew what I didn't want you to be like- or maybe it was me thinking of what I was afraid of. I was afraid of not doing a good job, I was afraid of people saying I was crap for this part, I was afraid you'd be like nearly every other actor out there… for some reason I wanted you to be different."

Again, I could only watch her, completely mesmerized. She was like a totally different person now, and yet the same. Her teasing and joking was just a façade. Underneath it all she was actually trying.

"Why?" I finally managed to speak. "Was it just because I'd be playing Edward? Or was it something else?" I had to gulp down the lump in my throat, for some reason every nerve in me was standing on edge for her answer.

Meg shrugged, "Could be. It could be both. I've never had a role like this that depended so much on chemistry and relation… so I think obviously I wanted you to be someone I could get along with in the least. But I knew whoever they cast was going to have to be crazy good looking, and more often than not that coincides with being a jerk…. I'd like to just write it all off as me just being nervous- nervous about you, about me, just it all in general, the whirlwind that was about to happen…. Can we just not talk about it anymore?" she offered, her expression pleading as she met my eyes. I gave a small half smile and nodded.

"We can change the subject again." I said, thinking in my head to save the actual getting to know each other part for later. We could ask each other a series of questions- sort of the way Edward and Bella had gotten acquainted. I never understood that appeal, but now I was starting to. The simplest mundane facts about a person could make you curious if that person interested you enough.

Meg heaved a sigh, her tone changing, trying to be upbeat and brush off all the previous tension. She seemed to have a lighter stance now though, as if she had gotten a weight off her chest. If that was the case, her fighting some kind of personal battle, then it must've really pressed heavy on her because you wouldn't have even been able to tell with the way she joked and teased all the time. I was glad she got a small opportunity to get a little reassurance- what I hoped was reassurance, from me. Everything would be okay.