Post by emilynmonroe on Nov 10, 2008 14:17:48 GMT -5
Not a New Moon an emilynmonroe R/K fan fic...
Author’s Notes: This is a Robert Pattinson/ Kristen Stewart fic. This takes place right before Robert’s casting scene in Catherine Hardwicke’s bedroom. Just to be clear, I adore Robert Pattinson, Kristen Stewart and Catherine Hardwicke. If... the way I portrayed them was in anyway offensive to any of you, I’m really sorry. I freaking adore these people!! No harm intended! ;D
Disclaimer: I’m not them. So, yeah, I don’t own them. Except for certain references to Twilight, that belongs to darling Stephenie Meyer.
Summary: Kristen Stewart was pissed and moody, that’s for sure and Robert Pattinson is her victim tonight. As their bickering unfolds, he discovers why.
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-Kristen Stewart’s POV-
The sky’s too starry and the moon is too freaking full. It’s not a “New Moon” that’s for sure.
I inhaled deeply at my cigarette, puffing out evenly and slowly. Yes, I was pissed off. Yes, I was deeply upset. Not that anyone cared. I’m stuck in god knows where- Mc Allen, Texas. Just to audition for this great big movie named Twilight, In a director’s house. It’s a first, I must say… I wasn’t so lucky either that the contract I signed requires me to stay in Texas for four weeks, for the entire casting of “Edward Cullen”.
Catherine’s house is also, too d**n big. I sneered at myself. A few weeks ago when I first arrived, I was complimenting Catherine on how beautiful her house is. Here I was, criticizing it. What a hypocrite; what a liar.
Holding the cigarette between my index and my forefinger twirling it around, I examined her back yard. That was where I excused myself earlier to get a drag. She was okay with the fact that I am seventeen and I’m smoking. I wasn’t a frequent smoker. I do that just when I’m really, really not in the mood.
Her house’s backyard was huge, almost like the size of the house itself. It had trees nearly everywhere and it was somewhat bushy as well, with flowers sticking out of the bushes messily. It is a well-maintained backyard; in the sun I could almost imagine it being the garden of Eden. I wouldn’t know, I never visited Cat’s house in the day. I’d be stuck in a hotel probably watching a re run of Pushing Daisies or something. Whenever she needed to run something by me, she’ll ask me to stop by at night. I don’t know why. Maybe she’s a evil real vampire, who makes her actors stay four weeks in Texas. Maybe SHE can’t be seen in the sun. Catherine Cullen, sounds good to me.
Suddenly, a sharp burning sensation was felt on my fingers. I cursed in pain. "Ah, Sh*t Sh*t..." looking at the burnt spot, it was pink and sore. Of course. Careless me, I burnt my finger accidentally with the cigarette bud. Dropping the cigarette down in disgust, I got up abruptly and knocked my head against something- rather, someone in the process. “d**n it, Kristen!” The person called out in agony. I rubbed my head soothing the pain. I turned to see whom it is and gave him a glare.
“Robert, what...” I asked in total confusion. Uptil now, I thought I was the only one in the back yard. His lips were bleeding. I shivered; did I do that? “Seriously, you shouldn’t stand up like that without prior notice!” He said in his English accent. I wish I could learn that accent- for a better acting resume. “It is not my fault you hovered above me like some stalker!” I gritted through my teeth although I felt a little bad about his lips. “Is this seat taken?” He asked, pointing to the empty space on the bench I was sitting on. Clearly, it was empty. I realised he too had a cigarette in his hand. “Yes.” I said expressionless, and without explanation. “By whom?” He asked, truly frustrated by my behaviour problems. “By me. Now Robert leave me be.” I scowled raising my voice a little.
“Why are you so angry?” He mused. “PMS. Heard of it, Rob?” I lied. He shrugged. I couldn’t deny, his physical appearance was quite captivating. Without another word, he sat right beside me despite my rejection. “Where’s Catherine, shouldn’t you be with her?” I asked, annoyed. “She’s fiddling with the script; she wants us to go over a new scene, this time on her bed.” He said. My eyes grew wide. What a way to end my day. Whoopee. “You’re kidding.” I said, smugly. “No kidding. She wants us to do the meadow scene.” He said.
I was being professional, staying quiet even if I truly hated the idea. I picked up the dropped cigarette and crushed it. Placing it on the ashtray he had brought out from the living room, I prepared another stick, contemplating on smoking it. I put it back into the pack with all my will power. Slowly, I counted the amount cigarette buds already in the ashtray. Four, including the one I snubbed out earlier. He was one heck of a smoker, isn’t he?
Then I remembered something. “Your lips.” I muttered, actually not caring if he passed out of over bleeding. “It’s fine.” He wiped off the blood from his lips on the sleeve of his jacket. “I shouldn’t have hovered above you like a stalker.” I didn’t laugh, definitely not in the mood today. He went on, trying to brighten my mood by telling me how much he craved for a slice of strawberry pie by a local bakery back in his hometown, London and also, how much that would satisfy his cravings, compared to a miserable cigarette stick. I recounted the number of trees in front of me three times, trying to be distracted.
I kept my eyes away from his face, afraid my emotions might betray me at this moment. He watched me intensely. Obviously, he noticed something about me. “How many weeks have you been out of Los Angeles?” He asked, unexpectedly. “Three.” I mumbled in a pathetic low voice.
He looked at me, quietly. “You miss home, don’t you? That’s why you’re so pissed.” He guessed. Not bad. Its either a) he was a good expression reader, or b) I was a terrible actress. I groaned horrifically at the latter. He took the groan as a yes. He pulled me in closer into an embrace, a friendly, comforting one. I sighed in his arms, biting my lower lip, to stop myself from crying. I shook my head slightly, trying to clear my thoughts.
“I know this is so silly, right? I mean I am an actress, I can deal with things like this but EVERYTIME I have to go to someplace far from home for a movie, I’ll get super pissy and really upset. It will pass, I reckon. You’re just very unlucky you had to catch me like this, at this time. I guess I’m not very good at first impressions, huh?” I said looking up from his embrace. Thoughts about home flooded my mind. It happens all the time. Just at that time, someone was there and someone was listening.
“I think it isn’t all just about first impressions, Kristen. You bring so much energy, acting just now in our previous scene, I dare say I’m intimidated, Ms. Stewart.” He said. d**n, he called me Ms. Stewart, much like how my servants called me back at home. I felt tears rolling down cheeks. Home, I wanted that so, so badly. Almost as much as I wanted this part.
It was December, even if Texas isn’t all that cold, December was one of the most coldest months in McAllen, Texas. We were in our light jackets, which kept us rather warm for the time being. I laughed at his statement, wiping my cheeks dry from the tears. I realised something from his answer, he freaking didn’t answer my question! “I’m not good with first impressions, am I?” I challenged. He gave me a smile, leaning down closer to me he whispered in my ear. “Nope. You’re terrible.” The nerve of this boy! I laughed, feeling much better already.
“It’s going to be okay, Kristen. As the days go by, you’ll be better.” I barely knew this guy, yet I know with him, my role in Twilight would be much easier to handle despite the occasional wave of homesickness. “I hope.” I said, almost inaudible. “I promise, it’s going to be okay. Everything is going to be fine. You will be fine, Kristen.” He cupped my face in his palms, brushed my hair back and planted a soft kiss on the crown of my head- a promise.
“Wow.” Catherine’s voice broke the silence. She stood at the backyard door, eyeing us. I should feel bothered that she was spying, but I wasn’t. “Looks like I don’t need to replace this Edward after all.” Catherine said, relating to the long list of “Edwards” she had to go through before Robert. I felt Robert’s lips curve into a smile on the crown of my head. I closed my eyes and grimaced, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Voluntarily, I pulled away from his embrace. She noticed my moist, red eyes at once. “Or maybe I should, Robert what did you do to her?” She asked, mockingly. His facial expression turned defensive. He opened his mouth to defend himself. Did they not teach humour in British schools? I rolled my eyes at his lack of humour. “No, Catherine.I just had a silly moment… and, I think he’s perfect for the part Edward.” I said before he could utter anything.
“Yeah? Lets see how it goes in the real audition. Are you both… finished here?” She asked, again mocking us. She was never going to let me live this down, is she? “Yes.” We both said in unison, picking up our individual cigarette packs, heading indoors. As I passed by a bin, I flipped my cigarette box open, I shook it out and let every last one of them fall into the rubbish bin, together with the box.
THE END
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This is my VERY FIRST FIC on R/K. Please review!!
Oh, I wrote this all in one night. so, if there's any typos, any mistakes, I'm guilty as charged
thanks for reading