She makes me move
Magnetic forces and super glue
I'm not fighting, not fighting her
…
You make me move with magnetic forces and super glue, my dear…
Adam
It wasn't your typical night spot, I'll give you that. I followed Laura into the crowd, trailing behind her and Brian. He escorted her through on his arm, while I was starting to feel more like a third wheel- I had to keep reminding myself other people were coming so I wouldn't be alone for long…
At worst, I could hang out with Olivia all night- since she was married and her husband was away- she couldn't exactly drink and party and flirt the way the rest of us could so I'd always have her…
But I was hoping I'd have Meg. I wanted to use tonight to show her… more about me… I guess you could say. I could be fun. I could be better. I could be a friend, I could be a…. boyfriend.
I cringed at the word. But there was no way around it. I wasn't even sure if I liked that title, but if it meant neither one of us would pursue anyone else, then I'd accept it.
Laura and Brian got us a tall table near the bar, she hopped up onto the barstool, her dainty legs dangling, not even touching the foot rest on the bottom of the tall chair. Brian ordered a round of drinks as we waited for the others to get here. I drank a coke and looked around the room.
The place was dark, typically how most bars are. There was a crowded dance floor in the middle- but it wasn't the typical club music you'd expect. I heard music blasting that sounded like a band… a piano, drums, melodic guitar and a singing soulful voice, changing from normal to falsetto tones. It was refreshing I'd have to say. The walls were draped in deep purple cloth and all around were giant pillows and cozy little spots hidden away in the corner- coffee tables scattered here and there and cushiony couches. People drank out of mugs as well as beer bottles. It wasn't like any bar/night club I'd ever seen. The people here seemed to be more relaxed too, laid back, and yet there was an energy about the place that was contagious.
My eyes suddenly flickered to something that caught my attention- just to the side of me, but far across the room.
There were a few girls. They were staring at our table, huddled in together and whispering. At first I thought it was nothing… maybe they were just checking us out- but what was the point? There were 3 of them- and only 2 guys at our table- one that was obviously already occupied by Laura… then there was only me…
They weren't checking us out…
Well they were, but in the sense that… they weren't sure who we were.. Or they somehow did know exactly who we were…
Then I saw one of the girls with a digital camera.
Aha.
Twenty- something year old Twilighters? I think so. Had they followed us from the movie set or what? How did we not notice?
I cleared my throat and kept sipping on my drink. After all, there was no way to know for sure. Even if I could prove it- what could I do? If I told them to leave us alone (which currently they were, anyway) would that make me look like an ass? What about taking pictures? I'm not sure if I was ready for any kind of candid shots of me to end up on the internet…
But… being an actor- especially in this movie- you kind of had to expect it. Agreeing to play Edward Cullen- you were kind of just asking for it.
So… I decided to ignore them and I turned around to look at the front. The door swung open and I saw Olivia lead Meg through the crowd to our table. Derek (Emmett) following behind. He looked like their bodyguard. The thought amused me slightly.
"Hey everybody." Olivia smiled. She didn't take a seat, she merely stood, her shoulders as tall as the table we were sitting at.
I smiled and caught eyes with Olivia. Derek greeted everyone as well. I liked him. He was funny and a nice guy.
Then my eyes darted to Meg- she looked at me for a moment- I felt as if I were connected to her almost… a force pulling me to her. Her eyes were bright under the lights, glittering now that she had her brown "Bella" eye contacts out. I wondered if she were going to go easy on me tonight. I wondered if the tension from our first 2 days were gone… as I thought they were and should be…
And if she didn't feel that, then well, I'd have to persuade her a little bit.
Meg took a seat only after Brian asked Laura to dance. She hopped off her chair with an excited enthusiasm. Laura had been sipping on drinks as soon as we got here- finishing one just as quick as the next… she must be able to hold her alcohol… because I could tell she was trying to come off as buzzed…. When really, I think she could go for more. I realized she was trying to use the alcohol as an excuse for however she acted tonight. It was a disguise for how flirty and hands on she could get with Brian- without being too easy and obvious. I could tell and I smirked inwardly. She was a little genius if I ever did see one..
I just hoped she'd be careful.
She was acting free, as if she were a bit tipsy, and yet, it was a controlled tipsy- therefore she was faking it. It was an act. Brian didn't seem to notice. He took her good spirits and enthusiasm as encouragement- Laura was friendly with him, enough to be suggestive, but never enough to satisfy. She left him wanting more and so he stuck by her side as he led her to the dance floor- that same kind of indie, alternative music playing loudly. The place almost had an artistic vibe.
I watched them dance for a moment, Brian's hands going to Laura's hips. She looked pleased.
When I turned back- I saw Olivia and Meg talking. Derek had gone off somewhere.
As soon as I looked up though and caught their attention- Olivia flashed me a dismissive smile as she got up and left the table, abruptly leaving Meg and I alone.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bright, white camera flash. It was almost blinding, but once I turned around, there was nothing there.
"Do you want a drink?" I asked.
Meg thought about it for a fraction of a second, "Sure." she nodded.
I slid my coke over to her, she laughed and grabbed Olivia's drink instead and gulped it down. I guess she wanted the alcohol…
Not anticipating that, I shrugged.
"Fine." I scoffed, faking offense and taking my completely sober soda back.
She giggled lightly under her breath.
I heaved a deep breath, glancing around again…. It was feeling awkward… where did Olivia and Derek go?…. Come back, don't leave me here alone…
Meg
I followed Adam's eyes to the dance floor- he was watching Laura and Brian. In a quick second, I wondered how his relationship was with the rest of the cast compared with mine.
Just as I was about to say something to him- I felt a warm hand grab my arm. I looked to see Olivia at my side. She and Derek came back with some sort of appetizer thing. But before I could even have a taste, she was pulling me off my stool with her. My eyes widened as I saw Adam's questioning look and then I was dragged away…
Olivia ushered me into the bathroom, avoiding colliding with everyone else in there- it was a little too packed and claustrophobic in here.
Olivia seemed eager, in a hurry.
"Oliva? What's got you so bothered? It's not me is it?" I wiggled an eyebrow at her and laughed at that ridiculous thought.
She laughed too, but I could tell she had business to get down to, "Please, if I went that way, I'd go for a chick with a bigger rack."
"Hey!"
"Meg, forget it-" she cut me off, "What are you doing?" she asked, leaning into me.
"I… I don't know… what are you talking about?" I leaned away.
"Adam! Derek and I left you there- talk to him! Don't just let him sit there!"
I gasped. So she did know what was going on. She really did put two and two together and figured out it was Adam that was behind the problems I went to her with earlier. I immediately was embarrassed and started blushing like crazy in true Bella fashion.
Olivia ignored it and pushed on, "Ask him to dance or something. Anything! Just make up an excuse to be alone."
I shook my head determinably, no.
Olivia eyed me for a moment before sighing… she seemed to be planning something in her head- but I couldn't be for sure. Whatever it was, whether she saw it in me or thought about it herself, it allowed her to let me go without any further question.
I was relieved, but confused as to why she let it go… probably because she was so much older than me, and I refused her help- which I now regretted doing- and she thought herself above my little 'teenage' matters.
It made me feel even more stupid- but…. It did motivate me. Maybe that was Olivia's intention all along.
When we got back to the table, Adam was sitting, sipping on the straw of his coke, looking so cute it almost hurt- his foot tapping anxiously- or probably because he was caught up in his own thoughts he was so bored- on the foot rest of the chair, causing his leg to bounce slightly. He was sitting there, watching Laura and Brian. Laura was drinking and Brian was leaning into her, telling her a story animatedly. She was laughing and Brian had this pleased grin on his face.
Olivia seemed to be pretty deep in conversation with Derek- who all of a sudden had some new girl on his arm. Probably from the bar here.
I approached the table. There was nowhere else for me to sit- besides the nearest lap…
Adam's.
He saw me approaching just in time, his foot quit tapping as soon as he realized what I was doing. He had this cute, blank, almost dumb founded expression on his face- the red straw of his drink still in his mouth, even though his jaw was practically dropped as I slide up as gracefully as I could- pretending for once I was like a vampire- and settled myself on his lap, sitting on the tops of his muscular thighs.
It felt good, surprisingly. I forced myself not to feel the awkwardness, or blush from being so bold and forward. Tonight, I would not allow myself to feel embarrassment.
Adam immediately straightened up and cleared his throat. No one at the table seemed to think it was a big deal- of course not- they were all in their 20's- this was nothing for them I'm sure.
"So where'd you go?" he asked me, leaning into my back a little bit, allowing himself to relax. As he shifted, I sunk farther back, deeper into the seat of his lap, my bottom nearly directly over a certain… special spot of his…. While my legs were now more on the top of his thighs.
"Just the ladies room." I answered simply.
"Oh." he answered. I leaned forward, pushing myself into him to reach for a drink across the table.
"Oh.." I heard Adam stammer, followed by a cough and a clearing of his throat. I could almost feel him tense beneath me. Tapping his foot must be some sort of nervous reaction he has, because he started tapping again- clearly forgetting I was on his lap- the reflex movement made me bounce a tad.
My eyes widened. Adam's probably were too. My hands clung to the tabletop for dear life, my knuckles white- trying to completely still myself. Adam was so still I wasn't sure if he was even breathing.
I thought I saw Olivia laugh out of the corner of my eye. I ignored it.
This time, I cleared my throat, sitting up a bit, my back arching away from Adam so I could turn my head slightly to look at him.
"Why don't we go look around?" I asked, all too casual considering our bodily positions right now.
"Uhm… sure." Adam managed a smile. I smiled back. At first I was waiting for him to move- but then I realized- I was sitting on his lap still! Duh. I quickly jumped off, leaving Adam staggering. He laughed and shoved his hands in his pockets and not until were we in the crowd of people, did he remove them and place a protective hand on the small of my back. I stopped suddenly in my tracks and leaned back into his touch…
"Hey… wanna dance?" I suddenly asked, a playful smirk on my face.
Adam gave me a crooked grin, his eyes twinkling with light, "Why, Meg, I thought you'd never ask…" I laughed ad he took my head and lead us onto the floor.
It was a weird little song playing, but I liked it.
I wrapped my arms around Adam's neck, standing on the tips of my toes to be eye level with him- my childhood years in ballet finally paying off. I felt Adam's hands on my ribs firmly, holding me to his chest, and then they slid lower as he danced with me- until he squeezed my hips, his grip there was low as he could go without getting a handful of my butt- although that might have been what he wanted, I think he was playing it safe- even though he was painfully obvious, but then again- Adam most nearly always was.
As we danced our chests pressed together, I didn't care, wasn't even ashamed. The floor was so crowded it was a easy excuse to brush up and touch wherever you wanted.
We continued dancing and giving each other looks for a few more songs. With Adam, I was pretty sure I could move like this all night. The energy coming from him was intoxicating, just like it was just being near him, the way he made me feel right now was as if we hadn't exchanged those stupid words between us before. It was like every little mind game we had been playing vanished. It was getting hot on the dance floor as the night went on. I felt a light sheen of sweat on my neck. Adam lifted one of his hands from my waist to slide it along the curve of my neck, his thumb brushing my collar bone as he went. He pulled me even tighter to him- I reciprocated the movement with my hand on the small of his back, pulling him towards me. He leaned his face into mine on the side, his lips near my ear. I distinctly hear him "Mmmm…" purposely. When he looked down at me again, his eyes were half lidded. I wondered for a split second what would make him act this way- then I noted the way I was subconsciously dancing against him and I laughed under my breath quietly, biting my lip. I looked back up to him with a meaningful look in his eyes….
No more games. No more beating around the bush. Just straight to the point-
I like you! You like me! There's nothing more to it- and I don't care if we're being too fast and I don't care if we just barely started filming this movie…
No more bullshit.
Right after this….
"I'll be right back…" I leaned up and whispered in his ear, Adam groaned and gripped my hips tighter and held me to him, "I'm going to go get a drink." I pulled away. He couldn't argue there- we were wearing each other out. How long had we been dancing? That long? Nah… couldn't have been that long, could it? I was parched though.
I went back to our table and gulped down whatever was there, not even noticing the only other figure there besides me.
I hurried back to Adam with a smile on my face- although it took longer to get back to him. It was difficult to make my way through the crowd and to search for him at the same time. So I hadn't gotten back as soon as I had hoped, but hopefully I could make up for it.
When I spotted him I was just a few feet away. But he was dancing with somebody else now. Laura. My brows furrowed in confusion…
Then suddenly, they stopped. Laura pulled Adam by the hand out of the crowd. I watched them dash out of there and climb the stairs to the balcony above the dance floor. I wish I could've shielded my eyes- but there was no way I could've guessed what was coming…
As soon as Laura had her spot on the balcony, she pulled Adam by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. It was such a sudden movement, I was sure Adam had to be as shocked as I was! But… he didn't look the least bit phased. He kissed her back.
He kissed her back….
Laura.
Adam… was kissing Laura!
Why?…. The voice in my head asked, pleaded, wanted desperately to understand.
I shook my head and walked off the music filled floor. I went straight back to our table.
I took another swig of alcohol- and I noticed I wasn't alone.
I looked up, and saw Brian- only he didn't see me.
He was watching Laura and Adam up on the balcony.
He looked as pissed and bothered by it as I felt- hurt even. But there was no way he could be as hurt and unsettled as I was. It wasn't possible.
"Don't look." I mumbled.
He either didn't hear me, or didn't care. He rolled his eyes and looked away eventually.
I wanted to ask 'how could they do that to us?' but thought better of it. My breathing became difficult as I saw Olivia and Derek approach. Olivia was smiling, beautifully, her blue eyes alight with high spirits and her shining blonde hair… the perfect Rosalie. She beamed at me, until she saw what was wrong…
My eyes started welling uncontrollably. I was crying before I knew it. My vision blurred.
"Meg??" she asked, "Meg?" I just shook my head, my bottom lip quivering. I felt so stupid. So stupid to get a crush on a boy who was no more than an imitation of what so many girls pegged as the 'perfect male example- vampire or not.'
This is exactly why I was consciously and unconsciously playing games with Adam all along. It was only so I wouldn't get hurt- I was only being careful- biding my time… but it went and happened anyway… now look where I am. Never again.
Adam
I didn't want to let go of Meg- not even for the second as she got something to drink. She moved me like no other, stirred something deep within me that I knew was much more than just a thrill. Something always pulled me to her. As inexplicable as it was, I didn't fight it. I didn't fight against her- not anymore. I didn't want to. We seemed to be able to come to some sort of silent resolve to our issues- no more playing games. Who cares if we move too fast or get in over our heads? So what. We're only seventeen. Isn't that what you're spossed to do? I'm sure it's somewhat if not a lot of what Edward and Bella had felt…
I watched Meg walk away- her delicious body covered in the faintest dew of sweat that collected on her skin from the little distance between us. I wanted to make her sweat in a different way- get her worked up somewhere alone, where it was only me and her…. It would be to mark the end of our ridiculous games- a sign that we were being honest with ourselves. No more fighting it. No more resisting. No more pride issues and insecurities. I just wanted her…
A petite figure furiously zoomed past my sight- Laura. Something seemed wrong. Blinking- I stopped her before she ran into somebody and hurt herself.
"What's wrong?" I asked immediately, demanding she tell me. I gripped her forearm. She sniffled, her eyes frustrated and tear filled.
"Laura, what's wrong?…" I asked, softer this time and full of sympathy. I leaned down to her level and placed my hand on her shoulder.
"Nothing,.." she mumbled, but I knew saying 'nothing' really meant there was 'something' and she was thinking about that 'something' right now… she quickly changed her mind and spilled all her problems.
"It's stupid Brian!" she shouted, tears breaking through. I listened. "Everything was fine- we were dancing- and then we go someplace more quiet… it was great. Until I walk away to go to the bathroom- I come back and he's talking to this other girl- which is… ok I guess.. I'm not the jealous, harpie type- but this was different. He was flirting with her… and when she finally left- I asked him- what was up with that? And he got all mad- saying we weren't together and that he was allowed to flirt if he wanted- and I said I didn't understand…. I thought…" and then Laura couldn't continue on anymore. She started crying more. I pouted at her, and brought her in my arms and hugged her.
"He's an idiot- forget him."
"It's just-" she began to protest and I shushed her.
"Just let it go for now, Laura, sleep on it and figure it out in the morning… you've been drinking… there isn't much to do now out at a bar… just wait until tomorrow." I reasoned. It was the best advice I could give her. "Will you do that for me?"
She paused, didn't answer. She was thinking of something for herself.
"Only if you do something for me." she finally offered.
"Of course. Anything."
"Dance with me?" she asked, her eyes shining with left over tears. I sighed. I couldn't say no. Meg still wasn't back… I only hoped I'd be able to explain to her later. I'm sure Laura would tell her too- stupid Brian.
I was confused as well- Brian seemed to be really smitten with Laura, it made me wonder what his deal was?
Either way, I danced with Laura for a bit- but all the while she kept glancing around- looking for Brian no doubt and any signs of him with other girls.
I don't know what she saw- but suddenly, she was desperate. She moved in a whole new way against me- forcing herself to be flirty and suggestive and with purpose. I frowned. I think I could tell what she was getting at….
"Laura…" I warned, as she put my hands too low on her hips.
"Please, Adam!"
"This won't make it better! I won't make it better…"
"Just pretend to be. Please. Whatever I do- just go along with it. Use your acting skills for crying out loud!"
I clenched my jaw. I didn't like where this was going. It couldn't be this simple- I knew Laura was only figuring her and Brian into the equation- but when you involved me, or rather- used me- Meg would surely find out, or possibly see. I didn't want to mess with her head anymore. Our emotions could only take so much. I wondered if there was anything strong enough to break her. I hoped this would not be it.
"Laura…" I pleaded, one last time.
"Adam- we're on the same team."
I couldn't argue with her there. She was the one who listened to me before… if this were the other way around- I knew she'd do the same for me…. No matter how clearly insane and childish.
I sighed in defeat and held her as we danced as if we did passionately want each other in that way. I kept along with the charade, probably more convincingly than I should have- for her sake, my sake, Meg's sake, and Brian's- but I figured, what the hell? If you're gonna do it- might as well do it 100 !
Yeah….
This is ridiculous.
It was the last straw- as Laura kissed me. That was it. I made up my mind then and there- acting was not to be used this way. I wouldn't warp my profession and skill and love for acting in this way. It was like having a gift, or being a superhero- you weren't supposed to use your powers for bad. But that's exactly what Laura and I had done.
Never again.
To make it worse- as soon as Laura and I pulled away- I saw Meg and Brian.
Eventually, Meg got up to leave with Olivia, but not before the girls I had noticed earlier in the night with the digital camera, the suspicious "Twilighters"- flashed a camera in Meg and Olivia's faces.
When the light lit up Meg's face- I noticed she was crying at the same time the Twilight girls did. I could almost hear them exclaiming in apology over the blaring music of the club. It made no difference. Meg didn't hear any of it.
I doubt she would look at me ever again.
Never again.
Lyrics at beginning of chapter- from "Magnetic Forces" by Castledoor. It was stuck in my head when I was writing up chapters for my 2 fanfics, so it got used as inspiration differently in each story's chapter this week. Please review! Thanks!