Rob Pattinson and Kristen Stewart||Lying To Myself (1/?)
Series Title: Lying To Myself
Chapter Title: Who Cares If It's 2:00 A.M.
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own Robert or Kristen, if I did this wouldn't be a FanFic.
Feedback: Would make me as happy as these two are when they are together :)
Summary: Loving isn't as easy as it should be, esipicially when your these two.
RPOV:
“Kristen you don’t have to go.” I said troubled by the fact she was leaving me again. The last thing I wanted was the only person who made me happy to be mad at me. I looked at the sheeting rain on my apartment window. Why was it so hard to keep my mouth shut, to stop talking about Michael the way I do? It only made Kristen mad, I didn’t like when she stormed out of my house a couple nights before and now she is doing it again.
“Rob, I told you if you said one more word and I was gone. I may not have to go, but I want to!” Kristen said while speeding around grabbing her black converse shoes, white ankle socks, red leather purse, black hooded jacket, and the rest of her belongings. I wish she would just leave her stuff and go home, but not for the reasons she is leaving now. I want her to go home and grab the rest of her beloved things. Then come back here and sleep in my king sized bed. I want to rap my arm around her and keep her warm. I want her to kiss me like she does. BANG! The door to my apartment slammed shut. The sound sent chills down my spine. Her words echoed in my brain….I want to! Over and over the words taunt me. I think of the look on her face as I walk slowly to my small, unimportant, bathroom.
I brushed my teeth; I closed my eyes not wanting to see my expression. I took off my jeans and unbuttoned my shirt. I walked to my bed in my boxers. I pulled back the heavy comforter and slid in to place. I closed my eyes but sleep never came. Kristen and I have an odd relationship. We can be laughing and happy, but then I say something or do something that pisses her off. I love her; I have difficulty remembering I shouldn’t love her. But every time it comes to a point I have nothing to do so my mind lingers to her. I love how soft her hair always is and how sexy she looks when she’s having a cigarette on my balcony. I wonder if she notices how much I stare. When I see her my eyes are set on her and I cannot help but glance at her every chance I get.
I give up on sleeping; it is too hard without her here. Walking into the bathroom was a challenge; it was so dark and cold. I think of black holes and how no one really knows what’s on the inside. I get to the bathroom and slip on my jeans and shove my arms through the sleeves of my shirt. I walk to the balcony and pull out a cigarette and a lighter from my pant pocket. I hope the smoke will blind me and keep my mind off Kristen, and of course my plan fails.
KPOV:
I sigh a puff of smoke; I am smoking on the balcony of my apartment again. I am getting tired of lying to myself; I love Rob and the fact I was pretending to love Michael was just pathetic. I wonder what Rob is doing right now. Wait I need stop thinking about him, I thought to myself. I jammed my cigarette into the ash tray and stood up. I slid the glass door open and walked into my apartment. I hate the fact I have no will power. I would probably be over at his place again tomorrow, I am such a pushover. Michael won’t like it if he figures out I am still seeing him on a day to day basis. Ring, ring! I hear my cell phone in my bedroom. “Ugh!” I say not in the mood to talk to anyone, but Robert. I picked up my iphone and answered, “Hello?”
A voice I knew all too well said, “Hey Kristen, I am so sorry.” The voice was sad, tired, and out of energy.
“Rob, I just cannot stand it when you call him names and say bad things about him.” I knew everything I was saying right now was a lie. I didn’t care what anyone said about Michael; I don’t have feelings for him any more.
“I know and I am really sorry. I just forget sometimes;” Rob said.
“I know,” I said too eager to be done fighting.
“Can you come back over?” Rob asked, probably thinking the same things as me.
I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand reading 2:30 A.M. “Robert, it’s 2:30 in the morning.” I informed him, trying sound like I would never leave the house this late; but truth is I would walk across the U.S. just to see him.
“So….” He said, knowing I was just acting.
“Fine, I will see you in a few.”
Chapter Title: Who Cares If It's 2:00 A.M.
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own Robert or Kristen, if I did this wouldn't be a FanFic.
Feedback: Would make me as happy as these two are when they are together :)
Summary: Loving isn't as easy as it should be, esipicially when your these two.
RPOV:
“Kristen you don’t have to go.” I said troubled by the fact she was leaving me again. The last thing I wanted was the only person who made me happy to be mad at me. I looked at the sheeting rain on my apartment window. Why was it so hard to keep my mouth shut, to stop talking about Michael the way I do? It only made Kristen mad, I didn’t like when she stormed out of my house a couple nights before and now she is doing it again.
“Rob, I told you if you said one more word and I was gone. I may not have to go, but I want to!” Kristen said while speeding around grabbing her black converse shoes, white ankle socks, red leather purse, black hooded jacket, and the rest of her belongings. I wish she would just leave her stuff and go home, but not for the reasons she is leaving now. I want her to go home and grab the rest of her beloved things. Then come back here and sleep in my king sized bed. I want to rap my arm around her and keep her warm. I want her to kiss me like she does. BANG! The door to my apartment slammed shut. The sound sent chills down my spine. Her words echoed in my brain….I want to! Over and over the words taunt me. I think of the look on her face as I walk slowly to my small, unimportant, bathroom.
I brushed my teeth; I closed my eyes not wanting to see my expression. I took off my jeans and unbuttoned my shirt. I walked to my bed in my boxers. I pulled back the heavy comforter and slid in to place. I closed my eyes but sleep never came. Kristen and I have an odd relationship. We can be laughing and happy, but then I say something or do something that pisses her off. I love her; I have difficulty remembering I shouldn’t love her. But every time it comes to a point I have nothing to do so my mind lingers to her. I love how soft her hair always is and how sexy she looks when she’s having a cigarette on my balcony. I wonder if she notices how much I stare. When I see her my eyes are set on her and I cannot help but glance at her every chance I get.
I give up on sleeping; it is too hard without her here. Walking into the bathroom was a challenge; it was so dark and cold. I think of black holes and how no one really knows what’s on the inside. I get to the bathroom and slip on my jeans and shove my arms through the sleeves of my shirt. I walk to the balcony and pull out a cigarette and a lighter from my pant pocket. I hope the smoke will blind me and keep my mind off Kristen, and of course my plan fails.
KPOV:
I sigh a puff of smoke; I am smoking on the balcony of my apartment again. I am getting tired of lying to myself; I love Rob and the fact I was pretending to love Michael was just pathetic. I wonder what Rob is doing right now. Wait I need stop thinking about him, I thought to myself. I jammed my cigarette into the ash tray and stood up. I slid the glass door open and walked into my apartment. I hate the fact I have no will power. I would probably be over at his place again tomorrow, I am such a pushover. Michael won’t like it if he figures out I am still seeing him on a day to day basis. Ring, ring! I hear my cell phone in my bedroom. “Ugh!” I say not in the mood to talk to anyone, but Robert. I picked up my iphone and answered, “Hello?”
A voice I knew all too well said, “Hey Kristen, I am so sorry.” The voice was sad, tired, and out of energy.
“Rob, I just cannot stand it when you call him names and say bad things about him.” I knew everything I was saying right now was a lie. I didn’t care what anyone said about Michael; I don’t have feelings for him any more.
“I know and I am really sorry. I just forget sometimes;” Rob said.
“I know,” I said too eager to be done fighting.
“Can you come back over?” Rob asked, probably thinking the same things as me.
I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand reading 2:30 A.M. “Robert, it’s 2:30 in the morning.” I informed him, trying sound like I would never leave the house this late; but truth is I would walk across the U.S. just to see him.
“So….” He said, knowing I was just acting.
“Fine, I will see you in a few.”