I spent most of the morning unpacking and than I checked my email. I had a bunch of messages from my Mom and one from my dad. Most of the ones from my mom were the same, wondering why I haven't called, wanting to know what's knew with me and threating to call if I didn't call soon. I rolled my eyes and deleted them before opening my dad' email.

Hey Claire,

How's Robert? Hope everything is good and hope you have a good time. Make sure to go site seeing, Ireland is beautiful. I have some auditions for you that I think you might be interested in when you get back. Have fun, I miss you already!

Dad

I smiled and closed the page before picking up the phone to call my anxious mother. I missed her a lot and wanted to keep her updated, but I was just so busy that I forgot to call her every week like I promised. I dialed her number and the phone rang twice before my mother picked up.

"Hello?" My mother sounded tired and than I realized it was 6 hours earlier there.

"Hi, Mom. How are you doing?" I bit my lip, not knowing how to tell her that I was in Ireland and not LA like she thought.

"Claire? I'm so glad you called. I'm great, how are you?" He tired voice was now excited and lively.

"I'm great, I've been spending a lot of time with Rob. Actually, I'm in... Ireland." I was hesitant, but I let it out.

"What? You're in Ireland?" My mom sounded nervous. "Is your dad with you?" I bit my lip and sighed.

"No." I spoke softly, hoping that my mom wouldn't notice.

"WHAT! Claire Elizabeth... you get on the next flight to Chicago and you will never-"

"Mom, I'm 21! I can make my own decisions. I like it here and I'll come home when I want. I have to go. Bye." I hung up, the acid from my words leaving a bad taste in my mouth. I felt bad, I'd never fought with my mom, but I was an adult and I could do what I like.

At about 11, I caught a cab to the set, still disgruntled by the conversation with my mom. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had let her down, but I was doing what she wanted me to do. I shook off the feeling and watched the beautiful city fly by.

When I got to the set, they were in the middle of filming a scene. I quietly tiptoed to stand behind the camera and watched as Rob finished up the scene. He was playing the second son of a rich family, but betrays them by refusing to marry the girl they set him up with and eloping with the poorest girl in town. It was a classic story, but it was intertwined with comedy and mystery. Rob was psyched to play the part and I was just as excited. The scene they were working on was a romantic scene and as Rob leaned into to kiss the actress, my stomach flipped. Was I jealous? Yeah, I was. How sad was that? I rolled my eyes and the director called cut. I caught Rob's eye and he smiled. He walked over to kiss me. I blushed slightly and took his right hand. He smiled down at me and we sat down at a picnic table set up for lunch.

"What do you think of the movie?" He sat across from me and ran his hand through his hair, messing it up into it's normal bed head. I laughed and smoothed it down slightly, just for my benefit. I hated it when he did his hair like that.

"I like it a lot. It's very... romantic." I dropped my gaze to the table. I heard Rob's soft chuckle and I looked up through my lashes.

"You're jealous?" He smirked and reached his hand across to lift my head up to look him in the eyes. "You know that every second I'm thinking of you." He leaned across the table and pecked me on the lips. "Remember that."

We got our food and talked till Rob had to return to set. I stayed and watched, each time the actress even got close to Rob, my stomach flipped and I reminded myself on what Rob had told me at lunch.

When Rob was finished for the day, we went out for a bite to eat at a small Irish pub. We talked about the movie a lot. I had never seen Rob so excited. We finished up our food and walked back to the hotel and watched tv.

I must have fallen asleep on the couch. When I woke up, Rob was sprawled across the bed, the blankets all on the floor. I rubbed my eyes and got up off the couch. I put the blanket back on Rob, who rolled over and smiled up at me.

"Your hair looks lovely." I smoothed his hair down as he sat up and laughed. "Though, it's certainly an improvement of what it looks like on a daily bases." I laughed and kissed his forehead lightly. He wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Well, you look quite "lovely" yourself." He laughed quietly in my ear and pecked my cheek. "Now, as much as I love you company, I really have to get some sleep." He unwrapped his arms and got up off the bed. "I'll let you have the bed." He smiled and started on his way to the couch, but I grabbed his arm.

"You can have the bed, really. I'm fine with sleep on the couch." I got up and smiled.

"No, really, I'll sleep on the couch."

"Are we going to bicker over this all night?" I looked up into his stormy ocean eyes and saw the laughter.

"Well, I have a compromise." Rob smiled down at me, though he looked slightly uneasy.

"What?"

"Well...we have been dating for a while. It's quite a large bed, there's enough room for two." Rob's smiled lessened, but sparkled in his eyes none the less. I felt unsure, but I couldn't think of anything I would rather do.

"That's fine with me." I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his, his hot breath washing over my face. He wrapped his arms around my waist again, falling back onto the bed. I felt the excitement run through my body as Rob's hands ran along my back. His lips moved to my neck, the warmth burning in my heart. I let out a soft moan as his hand ran up the back of my shirt.