A/N: My beta is betta than yours! Hah! I made a funny! (Thank you, Adrena, for being so patient with my stupid writers block!) HEY! EXCLAMATION POINTS! LOTS OF THEM!!!!

Okay, so I'm a nerd. Please love me anyway. Sniffle. Hey, get thee to my profile and check out the two new one-shots I wrote for the Steamy Movie Crossover Contest, pretty please?

Dicksclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but Robert Pattinson's music makes me wanna cry cuz it's so sad and beautiful. I srsly love that voice.

BPOV

I was pissed. My mouth was glued shut in fury as I sat and watched Jake and Leah talk with Edward like he was some sort of demi-god.

Little did they know what a fucking elaborate joke he was playing. There was absolutely no way that Edward Cullen, asshole extraordinaire, could possibly be one and the same as Anthony Masen, lead singer of OCS.

I didn't even think a vegan activist would want to be Republican! I mean, they openly support gun laws and put on barbecues to support their little pro-life foundations. How could a conservative viewpoint mix well with such a liberal agenda?

Sure, I'd known a couple vegan Christians...but they weren't anywhere near as devout as Edward. My mind just wanted to explode at the idea of him being these two people at the same time.

I wanted to get him alone so I could confront him. I wanted to know the truth. I needed to know if he thought all of this was just some great, big joke.

Because if he did, then my heart would break and I would be forced to separate myself from the very band that had been responsible for so much of my life as a vegan in the past few years.

I thought back to the time we had to work together, and how he scoffed at my beliefs. I wondered now what he truly did believe, and what impact that would have on me... because him being the lead singer of my favorite band potentially ruined some really great things that had come from his music.

The first time I'd heard OCS, I devoured the lyrics, feeling a connection to Anthony Masen and his words. I'd been completely fired up, inspired to get take action and fight for animal rights- all things that Anthony Masen sung about in his songs.

How could someone like Edward Cullen be the same person as Anthony Masen? How could two people so different from one another fit in the same body?

And how could I get past this disappointment? I know it was silly, but I'd always secretly wished I could meet Anthony Masen and be his friend. His philosophy of life always resonated with me, and I'd always had a bit of a crush on him.

I'd never seen them in concert because they played undisclosed locations on the spur of the moment, rather than booking shows that were set well in advance. One thing or another always came up whenever I wanted to see them play.

OCS was like the very heart of my vegan life. So many great times with my friends had been lived while listening to OCS, screaming along at the top of our lungs.

I tried to catch his eye so I could get him away from my friends. I fully intended to give him a piece of my mind, and I didn't want to wait another moment.

I was out of luck, however, because Edward said he had to get back to the stage for their set. I watched him go, the anger inside of me building as he left without even acknowledging me.

My head was full of steam. I stood up to chase after him, but Vegan Dave came up to the booth and started talking about the objectives for the volunteers working today. I nodded my head whenever it was expected of me, but my mind was still stuck on Edward-slash-Anthony.

OCS's set was about to begin, and our replacements came to relieve us from the booth so Leah and I could go watch them play. Ezra had been picked up the hour before by Leah's mother, so we didn't have to worry about hurting his little ears with the loud music.

We made our way through the crowd, hoping to get as close to the front as possible. I wasn't sure why I didn't tell Leah about Edward being a two-faced liar, but I managed to keep my mouth shut. I guess I just wanted to know what was actually going on before I told my friends.

We got to the stage and I kept a lookout for Edward. I watched as he and the rest of the band took the stage for their first-ever planned performance.

The drummer was big and beefy with brown hair and dimples. He had tattoos covering most of his nude chest, and his black Dickies shorts were slung low on his hips. Maybe I should rethink my position on burly dudes... I'd always been one for the lanky ones.

Edward walked forward with a lean blonde guy. Neither of them wore their shirts, and I gaped at all the tattoos covering them. I strained my eyes to see Edward's better, and I was amazed. He had full sleeves on each arm and a back piece that covered his entire back from his shoulders down to his shorts. On his left arm, animals were writhing in pain; on the opposite arm, they were smiling and happy. The back piece was complicated and detailed, and I had a hard time understanding everything going on, but one thing was clear: a woman's face in the center. I wondered who she was and what she meant to him.

I tore my eyes away from him to look over the blonde guy. He had less ink than Edward and the drummer, but he had a half sleeve I couldn't decipher and a big tattoo running down his spine that said "Alice."

Tattoos with people's names were never a good idea, so I sincerely hoped he had a contingency plan for covering it up if it wasn't his daughter or something.

Edward introduced the band and thanked everyone for coming before they began their set. I tried desperately to separate my anger from my love of this band, but I wasn't sure I could do it.

They began to play and I was bowled over by the sight of Edward-Christian-Tool-Motherfucking-Hypocrite-ASSHOLE-Cullen's transformation. He stood before the huge crowd with the mic, his fist punching the air to the drum beat as he waited to start singing.

I knew this song, and I wanted to sing along but I didn't feel right. I wanted to yell up into his face, telling him what a fucking asshole he was for ruining my first time seeing my favorite band live.

It didn't matter that he was at the center of that band, or that he looked exactly the way I'd always imagined my sex dream/idol Anthony Masen would look.

My jaw dropped when I heard him growl into the microphone for the first time. He looked so intense, so focused. The sight of Edward as Anthony Masen brought out the most primal animal attraction against my will. I felt sweat pop out on my forehead as I imagined all that intensity focused on something else... like me.

I shook off that errant thought with irritation and reminded myself that I hated him. Just then, a screen came down behind the band as the drummer pounded melodically and Edward shouted the lyrics to my favorite song. On the screen, a video of tortured and abused animals being liberated from factory farms by AFA volunteers played. I averted my eyes, not able to stand the sight.

"This is our right

as humans to save

the light in the eyes

of these innocents.

We are bound to this world

to make this earth safe

for all living creatures

We are bigger

not better!

We are bigger

not better!

Pain

in the eyes of the innocent

Pain

in the heart of the victim

Indifference

in the eyes of the oppressor

Indifference

in the heart of the ignorant!"

I gave in, shouting the lyrics at the top of my lungs as Edward worked the stage and engaged the crowd. I watched in awe at this ridiculous vision of Mr. Conservative covered in ink and singing about pain and exploitation of animals; it just didn't compute.

Their set went on for another thirty minutes, and I stayed until the end with my arms up on the stage. My eyes never left Edward, but he never looked at me. I felt a sense of loss and confusion seep into my bones. I wanted Anthony Masen to be who I'd always thought he was, but I now knew that could never be the case.

It looked like I'd have to say goodbye to my foolishly immature dream that a guy I'd never met could be my soul mate, because this guy definitely wasn't it.

But even through my anger and disappointment, I could still see that he was a talented musician. I just wouldn't ever be able to feel the same way about his music anymore.

I decided to leave the stage after they were done, deciding that I should get over the disappointment and sadness before I confronted him.

I just wanted to go home and punch a wall or something. I didn't want to give in to my anger, though, so I shrugged my shoulders to release the tension built up in them and fixed a fake smile on my face for Leah's benefit.

We spent the next four hours stuffing our faces and wandering from booth to booth looking at all the offerings. I bought an Herbivore t-shirt and some really awesome boots at the Alternative Outfitters booth.

When it was time to leave, I felt a lot better about the day. Leah and I climbed into her car, and her stereo blared OCS as soon as she turned it on. I felt my happiness plummet once more.

I reached out to switch it off, telling Leah that I had a headache and wanted to ride home in silence. She looked at me with sympathy and we spent the rest of the drive talking about how awesome the festival had been.

I spent the next week clearing out all evidence of my obsession with OCS while I planned what I would say to Edward Cullen when I finally got the chance.

Saturday dawned bright and sunny, the complete opposite of my mood. I blasted Thrice while I got ready for school, feeling moody. The last thing I wanted to do was sit through an entire poli sci class while I waited to confront Edward about his identity crisis.

I drove to school on autopilot, my thoughts lost in my head as I pulled into the parking lot. My eyes searched for his car, but I didn't see it. I stomped into the school and hurried to the classroom, hoping that he'd be there so we could have it out before class, but he wasn't there.

He didn't show up until class started, and he sat on the other side of the classroom. I cast him a fuming glare, but he just looked back at me blankly as if he had no clue why I'd be pissed off at him.

Professor Allan began class and handed out the homework from last week. I watched openly as he handed Edward his homework and stood there, shooting the shit with him. I felt my irritation flame out of control as I wondered if Edward got better grades for being so buddy-buddy with the teacher.

I looked down at my paper and groaned when I saw my grade; getting a C wasn't my idea of a good grade. I again wondered if I'd been graded down simply because the professor didn't agree with my views.

I held my anger close to my chest as class dragged on. When the teacher released us, I jumped up and followed Edward's rapidly retreating form from the room. I reached out and gripped the back of one of his shirt sleeves, yanking on it to spin him around.

Edward's brows were low over his eyes as I turned him around. I looked up at him, allowing my anger to show. "I think you have some explaining to do!" I hissed at him.

"On the contrary, Isabella. I can't imagine anything that would be any of your business," he said in a smooth voice.

Oh, hell no. He wasn't going to get out of this. No way, no how. I still had a hold on his shirt sleeve, so I dragged him into the dark empty classroom to my left. I switched on the lights and shut the door before staring him down.

"Who the hell are you?" I said angrily.

"I'm Edward Anthony Masen Cullen," he replied, looking bored.

"Your name doesn't tell me who you are!" I exclaimed, getting frustrated.

"Why do you even care?" he asked, hardly looking at me.

"Because up until last weekend, you were this annoying conservative asshole in my political science class. Then you showed up at Animal Fest as the fuckin' lead singer of OCS!" I ground out, my hands clenching into fists at my sides.

"So?" he asked, his eyes latching onto the large clock on the wall. "Can we hurry this up, please? I have somewhere to be."

"So? So! OCS is a liberal vegan animal-rights band. How can you be both people? How can you write such intense, heartfelt lyrics about animal cruelty and then turn around and spout off the shit you do in class and on your radio show?" I yelled.

His eyes finally met mine. "Please keep your voice down," he said.

"Fuck, no. Don't you tell me what to do!" I said angrily.

"Whatever. I'm not going to get into this with you," he said, a note of irritation in his voice.

"Why are you such an asshole? I thought you'd be different," I said to him, trying to ignore the note of misery in my voice.

"Different how? I am who I am. I'm a vegan, but that doesn't mean I'm a liberal. I can be both, you know," he said indifferently, returning his eyes to the clock.

"Anthony Masen would never conform to the same beliefs you do!" I said, being irrational now.

Edward snorted derisively. "Well, Anthony Masen had to grow the fuck up, now didn't he? Life isn't always about fighting...sometimes it's just about accepting," he said as he flicked me a dismissive look and crossed to the door, unlocking it. "I'll see you next week."

"Argh!" I yelled after his retreating back, slapping the wall in my frustration. I wanted to slap that smug fucking look off his face, instead.

A/N: And so the shit hitteth the fanneth. What do you think is gonna happen next? ;) -HIE