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summer_skinTitle:When you lay them freezing on me
Pairing: Robert Pattinson/Kristen Stewart
Rating: PG-13
Words: 613-ish, unbeta'd,
Disclaimer: *does not know, means no harm, plz to not be suing*
Summary:The first time she asked for a cigarette Rob felt something in his chest twist a bit.
A/N: Okay so. OKAY. Dammit.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_sarac posted this:
And my brain was like- HEY YOU SHOULD DO THIS! And I was like- I hate you. But at the same time I don't. BUT STILL. This is a stream of consciousness thing that probably has horrid tenses and weird sentences and mis-spellings, but I don't care because the idea generally came out okay and I WROTE SOMETHING, DAMMIT.
Fucking brain.
The first time she asked for a cigarette Rob felt something in his chest twist a bit.
She was underage, only seventeen. Underage by American standards, that is, but he was playing by the rules. And she had a boyfriend. A boyfriend.
There was something about her that he liked, though. They hit it off pretty quick and soon enough she was talking him down from his proverbial ledge when he just couldn't wrap his head around Edward. The saintly character who wouldn't even look at Bella sideways for fear of offending her delicate sensibilities. Stupid twat.
Kristen wasn't like that, though. Not in the least. The more he got to know her, the more he couldn't understand why in the hell she was playing Bella, of all people. Come to think of it he didn't really know why he was playing Edward, now that the hype was starting to spin out of control.
Money was an important thing to have when living in Los Angeles, that's why.
Sometimes she'd forget her smokes in her trailer or at home or something so she'd bum off him. He knew that at least half of the time she was doing it on purpose so it annoyed him. Not because he cared who bummed cigarettes from him but because she was only seventeen. He didn't need any more reminders of that.
But there they were.
And then she turned eighteen. Eight-fucking-teen.
She was still young. Still with a boyfriend. Still... out of his reach, really. But she liked to present herself in such a way that when the tips of his fingers brushed the inside of her arms he thought... well, he thought romantic things that made him cringe in hindsight. Stupid, Edward-like things.
But then she'd move away and laugh or toss her hair over her shoulder in a way that was obscene and natural all at once and he'd scowl at her.
Everyone thought he liked to stay in character a lot.
Some of this came out in a drunken ramble at the end of filming, once the official wrap party ended and the Twimoms went home, giddy and dreaming of their beloved Edward holding them tight in their beds, and the real party got started.
They were sitting on a couch together at someone's house, he wasn't sure whose. He was slumped against her side so she was practically cradling him. Everyone else was doing their own thing, making out in corners or some shit, but generally ignoring them.
He mumbled some words out, trying to explain just what he'd though of her throughout the entirety of filming. Kristen let him ramble on without saying much, just an occasional nod while she chain smoked over his head and passed the smoke to him every so often.
He wasn't even sure what he was saying or what he was trying to say but at the end of it, when he finally finished speaking he looked up at her and she was grinning at him.
She started laughing when he didn't say anything more. Then she leaned down and kissed him on the lips, a kiss nothing like the ones they had to perform on set or in the audition or jokingly on set in front of cast and crew.
This was a real kiss and something that a seventeen year old definitely shouldn't know about.
"That's because I'm eighteen now," she whispered before she shoved him off ungracefully and left him sprawled on the couch to watch her disappear into the crowd.
To this day he doesn't know what he did or didn't say that night and Kristen refuses to tell him. Stupid teenagers.
Pairing: Robert Pattinson/Kristen Stewart
Rating: PG-13
Words: 613-ish, unbeta'd,
Disclaimer: *does not know, means no harm, plz to not be suing*
Summary:The first time she asked for a cigarette Rob felt something in his chest twist a bit.
A/N: Okay so. OKAY. Dammit.
miss_sarac posted this:And my brain was like- HEY YOU SHOULD DO THIS! And I was like- I hate you. But at the same time I don't. BUT STILL. This is a stream of consciousness thing that probably has horrid tenses and weird sentences and mis-spellings, but I don't care because the idea generally came out okay and I WROTE SOMETHING, DAMMIT.
Fucking brain.
The first time she asked for a cigarette Rob felt something in his chest twist a bit.
She was underage, only seventeen. Underage by American standards, that is, but he was playing by the rules. And she had a boyfriend. A boyfriend.
There was something about her that he liked, though. They hit it off pretty quick and soon enough she was talking him down from his proverbial ledge when he just couldn't wrap his head around Edward. The saintly character who wouldn't even look at Bella sideways for fear of offending her delicate sensibilities. Stupid twat.
Kristen wasn't like that, though. Not in the least. The more he got to know her, the more he couldn't understand why in the hell she was playing Bella, of all people. Come to think of it he didn't really know why he was playing Edward, now that the hype was starting to spin out of control.
Money was an important thing to have when living in Los Angeles, that's why.
Sometimes she'd forget her smokes in her trailer or at home or something so she'd bum off him. He knew that at least half of the time she was doing it on purpose so it annoyed him. Not because he cared who bummed cigarettes from him but because she was only seventeen. He didn't need any more reminders of that.
But there they were.
And then she turned eighteen. Eight-fucking-teen.
She was still young. Still with a boyfriend. Still... out of his reach, really. But she liked to present herself in such a way that when the tips of his fingers brushed the inside of her arms he thought... well, he thought romantic things that made him cringe in hindsight. Stupid, Edward-like things.
But then she'd move away and laugh or toss her hair over her shoulder in a way that was obscene and natural all at once and he'd scowl at her.
Everyone thought he liked to stay in character a lot.
Some of this came out in a drunken ramble at the end of filming, once the official wrap party ended and the Twimoms went home, giddy and dreaming of their beloved Edward holding them tight in their beds, and the real party got started.
They were sitting on a couch together at someone's house, he wasn't sure whose. He was slumped against her side so she was practically cradling him. Everyone else was doing their own thing, making out in corners or some shit, but generally ignoring them.
He mumbled some words out, trying to explain just what he'd though of her throughout the entirety of filming. Kristen let him ramble on without saying much, just an occasional nod while she chain smoked over his head and passed the smoke to him every so often.
He wasn't even sure what he was saying or what he was trying to say but at the end of it, when he finally finished speaking he looked up at her and she was grinning at him.
She started laughing when he didn't say anything more. Then she leaned down and kissed him on the lips, a kiss nothing like the ones they had to perform on set or in the audition or jokingly on set in front of cast and crew.
This was a real kiss and something that a seventeen year old definitely shouldn't know about.
"That's because I'm eighteen now," she whispered before she shoved him off ungracefully and left him sprawled on the couch to watch her disappear into the crowd.
To this day he doesn't know what he did or didn't say that night and Kristen refuses to tell him. Stupid teenagers.
