I was in a hurry to get the next chapter out, this part and Part One too so I hope it makes sense and it's the same quality as the others, if not better. Please review and let me know what you think overall. I have so many ideas and notions of how the characters should be feeling or where it's going sometimes it's hard to know what should really come first or how to develop it right. So it might be a bit all over the place, at least that's how I'm feeling right about now, ha : )

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Part Two: APOV

We had decided to actually go over some lines. The only way to really get the awkwardness out of the air was to not act like ourselves for a while. I didn't feel awkward, actually, I was just only guessing that maybe Meg could be, so I didn't want to risk it or find myself pressing for more answers. I had a feeling when she revealed stuff like that it was when she felt comfortable, when the time was right, whether it be random or leading up to it or not. We recited lines from one of the Biology class scenes. Those were always my favorite- so far anyway. I got to be purposely rude to her for once- when in real life it was always Meg trying to bring me down.

Even though it was too soon to tell, I had a hunch our relationship off screen would be different from our on screen one. From my understanding, anyway, Edward seemed more in control- in real life- I knew Meg had the upper hand.

That's never happened to me before. She kind of just took it too- she took control. I didn't know if she knew it or not but I certainly did. I think maybe I tried to hide it but even still…

There was no denying once we really got on set and up in each other's faces- she'd run that shit.

I didn't know if I liked the idea entirely… right now Meg was giving the impression she was playing hard to get- that is... If there was even anything going on between us? (mutually, that is- obviously I felt something). However, if I could be reassured she felt the same way I did, then I saw no problem with Meg taking control over me…

I watched droplets of chlorinated water slide down her back as she leaned over the booklet on the pavement, resting on her elbows as I had been earlier when I glanced over it. She scanned through the dialogue and flipped through pages, trying to decide which she wanted to say next. I imagined we would look crazy to any of the hotel residents- I was glad we were alone.

"What's your favorite part of the movie so far?" I decided to ask just to break the silence. When she read she seemed to go off on her own, completely lost and oblivious to everything else around her with an intensity that was starting to make me feel alone even though she was physically just right there. I thought it was a good question- since not all the scenes in the script were in the text of the book as well and vice versa.

"The last scene we seriously read through. Where Edward is in Bella's room and they're arguing, and eventually it dies down and he can't help but be drawn to her. Then it's like it's more than just her blood, it's actually her now, as a person, and then they kiss…well you know. It's my favorite because, to me, that's when it starts to get serious… He's willing to overcome what's natural to him just for her, and she's willing to risk everything just for him… "

"Would you like to go over it now?" I felt obligated to suggest it after the way she had just analyzed it.

She shrugged a shoulder, "Sure," she said in a slightly upbeat tone.

We went over the lines, putting a little more acting into it than just reading them for the sake of testing our memory like we had been doing before. She sat on the pool step still, and I moved closer until I was almost wedged between her knees. I don't think either one of us noticed how close I was getting as the scene was coming to a conclusion. Meg gave her last line and I stepped forward and kissed her.

It was much more heated and wet than Edward could ever give Bella in that moment of time- but then again I wasn't Edward. Even as we were 'acting'- reciting lines, I only said them, didn't think them. I was still me and no matter what words came out of her mouth she was still Meg. I wanted to and could physically kiss her. I'd take advantage of it and thrive off the fact that we were both human and capable of it unlike our fictional counterparts.

My lips felt numb and tingled at the contact with hers and the sound of hot breath mixing. My hand brushed the top of her knee that stuck out from the water. The feeling of her skin underneath my seemingly rougher hands was softer than I remembered it from the brief moments I had touched her before. Her lips however, being a completely new experience for my mouth, was thrilling. My mouth was slightly parted against hers, but her pucker never faltered, she stayed still.

The kiss was over too soon-

Her wet, warm palms touched my shoulders and shoved me back.

"That was my turn to push you away." she muttered, standing up and climbing the steps.

I couldn't even register what had just happened… did I just …throw myself at her? Kiss her? (yet not fully, not how I really wanted to)

"What? Meg, what'd I do?" I insisted.

But she was already out of the pool and standing, holding a towel around her waist clutching it tightly in one hand.

I stayed there, dumb founded, my jaw open in surprise and confusion. She held a hand out to me, offering to help me out of the pool.

"Are you kidding me?"

She shook her head, her expression was unreadable except for the fact that she had her mind made up- about what or whatever it was I didn't know.

"come on, let's go." her voice was gentle, yet full of authority.

"Where are we going?"

"You're going to walk me back to my room."

And that was it. I couldn't do or say anything else.

I hastily got out of the water, splashing slightly, water piddling against the pool pavement as it dripped off my body until I grabbed a towel myself. She eyed me the entire time. Just watching me. I couldn't tell if she was sorry, regretful, put off… or what.

She stood still until I reached her side and she walked ahead out of the gate. She held the door open for me this time.

I wish I was big enough to say I said thank you- but I didn't.

We walked most of the way back in silence, never realizing quite the walk it was back to her room- especially since it was filled with awkward silence.

Well awkward on my part- and unbelievably guilty. I felt like a dog with its tail between its legs. Meg, however, seemed comfortable in the silence, with whatever thoughts she had roaming through her head.

Once we were in one of the elevators, I noticed Meg was still mostly wet. She shivered as the air hit her skin. With a remorseful and repentant sight, I took my towel off and wrapped it around her shoulders, rubbing her arm to create heat with any friction I could provide.

Much to my surprise, she leaned into my side and let me hold her. Maybe she was just that cold, or maybe she wanted me to know it was nothing personal. Maybe it could be one in the same.

Just when I was getting used to her there, the elevator door opened automatically with a dinging sound. Meg stepped forward without hesitation, as if she completely forgot we were kind of embracing…

I followed her to her room.

She stopped and simply looked down at the door handle. I sighed, probably to make my presence more noticeable. It was like that moment during a date you see in the movies- like the final moment of truth. Either both or one really wants a kiss, or something more, anything at all to know the feeling is mutual. In the last seconds before that person walks through the door, it's filled with so much hope and anticipation.

Meg looked up and turned to meet my eyes, her own eyes looked like a darker green, as if her thoughts had clouded the shade of the orbs.

She gave a soft, half smile and offered me her hand. My thoughts raced at high speeds trying to recall anything that could account for such behavior and actions as she was acting now. Did I read her wrong?

My brows furrowed in question but I took her gesture and clasped her hand in mine in case it could be anything.

The second I did I regretted it.

She was offering friendship.

I then felt the wave of rejection and disappointment wash over me.

Nevertheless, the gave my hand a squeeze and took a step forward, her hand slightly turned the doorknob to her room while the other half of her body turned toward me. She used my hand to pull me down and closing her eyes, she kissed my lips.

I was surprised as hell but otherwise blissful. Millions of words and thoughts flew through my mind the mere seconds our lips touched again- I was almost too confused to enjoy the kiss for what it was. Light, gentle, sweet, addictive.

She pulled away, pulled her hand out of my own and went inside.