Chapter 4
Kristen's POV
Twilight started post-production, and I hadn't spoken to Rob at all. He'd barely look at me, even though we had scenes to shoot. Nodding a "hi" and that was all. "Rob, please, talk to me." I pulled him aside one day, and he ran his hand through his messy bed head hair. Wow, I never noticed how sexy that was… Kris, focus. He sighed, looking around himself, and then leaned closer. "Kristen, I forgive you. But next time, stick to the script, if you know what I mean. How could I possibly marry a girl like you if you can't follow a script?" He winked at me, and I knew he was joking about the marriage thing. But it took me by surprise, anyway. By the end of the day, I noticed that I was laughing at everything Rob said, even if it was serious. That must mean that I'm falling in love. But you have a boyfriend, remember? My conscience reminded me. Michael. I sighed, and walked quickly away to change. Rob seemed a little upset by the gesture, but I had to think this through.
Michael called, and told me about some reservations to this fancy restaurant he booked, but I wasn't listening. My thoughts were completely occupied by a boy I barely know. Rob's words echoed through my head, But next time, stick to the script, if you know what I mean. How could I possibly marry a girl like you if you can't follow a script? I couldn't help it. The giggles escaped my mouth, and Michael had to ask me what was funny. "Oh, nothing. Something Rob told me. I'll meet you at the restaurant in a few. I have to change and say goodbye to the cast." I hung up, and sighed. This is going to be one hard goodbye.
Rob's POV
I was changing into my regular clothes, when a knock sounded at the trailer door. "Coming, hang on!" I shouted from the back room, and yanked on my pants. As I buttoned them, I had a hard time zipping my pants up, and I opened the door, still yanking on my zipper. "Man, you need to get more jeans. Those do not fit you." It was Kellan. "Yeah, what do you…know?" I yanked it up, and it split my jeans across the crotch area. My face turned bright red, and Kellan burst into laughter. "Have fun driving home, fatty!" I ground my teeth together, and grabbed my other pair, the ones that DID fit, and threw them on. Calm down, Rob. I told myself. He's trying to push your buttons. I counted to ten, and then walked out to the front room, smiling. "So, what's up?" I asked non-chalantly, as though that never happened. He pulled up a chair, and sat down. "You and Kristen man. I've never seen you two so close. It's really…something. Even the girls agree." My eyes narrowed, and I pulled up a chair to the table. Kellan was studying my face as I did. "I don't like her that way, Kel. We're just friends." As much as I'd want to deny that statement, that is what the status is at the moment. Kellan traced a pattern in the table, looking at me as he did. "Rob, we saw the way you two look at each other. Don't try to deny your feelings. Admit it, your in loooooove." Kellan drew out the word. It made my head spin. Did I really have feelings for her? My heart leaped at the mention of Kristen's name. Even thinking it makes my heart react. "Alright, I'll admit. I do have a small crush on her. It'll pass. Besides, Camille's my girlfriend right now." She doesn't act like one. She never even comes to set to see me anymore. She's bitch-slapping me right now. I should probably dump her. "Yoo-hoo, Rob!" I snapped out of my thoughts, and blinked, looking at Kellan, who was waving his hand in front of me. "Rob, Camille needs to be dumped. That sorry ass of hers isn't worth your time. Kristen's got Michael…dude, he's not worth her time either. We've just got to find a way to break those two up. Go home tonight, and call up Camille. Tell her you're done with her, and you never want to hear from her again. Then it's plan B." He was smirking now. "Kell…" I protested, but he wasn't listening. He walked out the trailer door, and I watched it slam, horrified at what he's going to do.
The next day, I was in a state of numbness. I'd called Camille last night, and told her everything. She'd broken down in tears, after I told her we were done. I hung up, and basically drank all night. I was so drunk last night that I cried myself to sleep. I NEVER do that. Kellan and Jackson both greeted me, and I made an incoherent sound. They looked at each other and shrugged, so I passed them, and headed for my trailer. "Rob, wait!" Kristen. My heart leaped, and I stopped, turning around. "Hey, Kris. Whatcha do last night?" She shrugged. "Went to dinner with Mike. You?" I sighed, running my hand through my hair. "Broke up with Camille." Kristen was shocked. "Rob, I'm so sorry. How'd she take it?" I shrugged. "You know girls. Tears, the usual." I joked, and she sighed. "Sorry. Mike would be devastated if I broke up with him." Sure he would. He'd probably laugh and say "You never even loved me in the first place." Sure, Kristen, sure.
As Twilight came to a close, I was deeply in love with her. Kristen, I mean. As a celebration, Catherine took us out to dinner and toasted the movie. "To Twilight! You guys did a great job! Especially you, Rob." I grinned, and Kristen smiled, giving me thumbs up. "Want to say anything, Rob?" Catherine gave me the floor, and I gulped, standing up from my chair. "Thank you, to everybody that worked with me in this. You guys were all nice to me, and I really appreciate that. New Moon is definitely going to be great." The cast erupted in applause, and I bowed, just to be silly. Kristen laughed, and I looked her in the eyes. She's THE ONE for me.