A/N: And the madness continues … Enjoy!

Chapter-5: Hollywood Hooligans

"Yo, Ed, you want to go through the lines?"

"Sure …" I stop in the middle of my response to Jasper's question when my eyes fall on the brunette beauty standing behind him.

Her cheeks flush pink when she sees me watching her, and I can't help but wish we were back to the night before…

~*~*~*Flashback*~*~*~

For the briefest moment, I feel her lips press against mine and then they're gone. I hear the sound of her breathing hard as she tries to make sense of what just happened. "Why… why did you do that?" she asks me finally.

I cast a glance toward where the creep was standing and find the spot deserted. "To make him realize that he doesn't have a chance when it comes to you," I say in a matter-of-fact tone.

She looks baffled by my logic and mumbles after a bit, "You couldn't think of any other way for doing that?"

"Well… I guess I could've hugged you or simply thrown you over my shoulder like a Neanderthal and run away," I reply with a smirk.

A frown appears on her face. "What?"

With a huff, I say, "Fine. Then I guess I'll just have to come out and say it."

"Say what?"

I smile at her innocent question and put a hand on her chin. "I kissed you because I wanted to," I tell her. "Is that okay, Miss Swan?"

The heat of her blush washes over to me and I feel my smile widening. Maybe she likes me too, I hope, but most of all, I hope that my silly actions will make her smile.

~*~*~*End of flashback*~*~*~

Even from my spot, I notice a change in Isabella. Her eyes, always deep and lovely, have a new spark in them today, and I hope that maybe, just maybe I'm the reason behind that spark.

"Isabella!" My fantasies involving the beautiful girl are interrupted by the sound of Jessica Stanley, her make-up artist's voice calling for her. "Come on! We need to get you fixed for the next scene."

I feel irritated at her words because in my eyes, Isabella Swan is perfect just as she is. There's nothing for anyone to fix when it comes to her.

She's just missing a smile, my heart whispers as I watch her glance at me once more before following Jessica to her dressing room.

"Ugh!" For the fourth time in the last ten minutes, Jasper groans. "If I had known that this girl will take longer than Rosalie to get ready, I'd have never accepted this job," he whines from next to me. "I swear, man, the next movie I do will be solely dudes. I'm done with waiting around for chicks."

I can't help let out a chuckle. "You do realize that no one will come to watch just your ugly mug, don't you, Jazz?"

He rolls his eyes at that. "Bitch, please! I'm one hell of a sexy dude!"

Just as I'm starting to laugh out loud, he slaps a hand on my back and says, "Finally! Your lady has arrived, cheesy pants."

His words make me stand up and look across the set where Isabella stands at the door to her dressing room. Her eyes scan around the place before finding me.

With a smile on my face I take a step toward her. In response to my action she steps forward too. But she doesn't stop. She keeps walking toward me until she's standing right in front of me.

"Hey …" I start just before noticing her eyes shining with unshed tears.

And then, she raises a hand and lands it on my face … hard.

A/N: *Gets ready to go into hiding* Share your thoughts with me and leave a review.

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Ann