Author's Note: I went to an awesome concert a few days ago and after the show I got autographs and one of the guys gave me a hug and it gave me this idea. Hopefully it will amuse you; I needed something a little lighter to write. No worries though, still quite a bit of lusting after in this one. And fulfillment? We'll see...

Nice reviews are better than chocolate, unless maybe you're licking that chocolate off someone.


I wasn't sure, but it looked like she was about to start hyperventilating; but I hadn't ever seen someone do it before so I didn't know what it looked like. She stared at the computer screen, reading something again just to make sure she'd gotten it right. She muttered a quiet "Oh my God" under her breath. I was getting impatient.

"Alice, what is it?" I leaned over in my chair to look at her computer screen. The small book shop was quiet this early in the morning and she had been surfing the internet before her discovery.

"Look," she pointed at a small passage in today's newspaper. It said a film was shooting in town, mentioned the leads, explained that the movie was based on a book series. I must have missed something.

She pointed to the first sentence, "in and around the Portland area, Bella. That's here; do you think we'll see him?" I watched as her eyes went all soft at "him".

I felt vaguely embarrassed. "I don't know who 'him' is."

She looked at me like I'd grown a second head, "Edward Cullen, he's gorgeous and brilliantly talented." She tapped a few things into the keyboard and a picture of who I assumed was Edward Cullen popped up. He was gorgeous.

"Ok, he's good looking."

"He has that dark, brooding thing happening."

I chuckled at that. "I doubt we'll see him if they're filming." I stared at the picture a second longer. His eyes were a bright green and his hair was messy in a way that I assumed had to be on purpose. The way he stared into the camera made me think he had a chip on his shoulder. I snapped out of it as the front door opened and a customer came in. For a second I found myself hoping that it was him, but I brushed that off as silly and Alice influenced. The rest of the morning and afternoon passed slowly, with just enough customers that I didn't have time to think about much else.

At four, Jasper and a new girl came in for the afternoon shift. Jasper was desperately in love with Alice, but she seemed not to notice. I don't know how, he didn't hide it well. In truth, he was perpetually shy and coming from me, that was really shy. Alice, on the other hand, was perpetually exuberant. I thought they'd balance each other out well, but I didn't mention it to Alice.

"Hey Bella," he said, shrugging off his coat. "Alice," he smiled, lifting one half of his mouth. She muttered a quick hello and hopped off her seat, grabbing my hand and her jacket at the same time. She was excited, even for her, and I could only guess at where she was taking me.

"Hey Jasper," I replied, trying to get into my coat as Alice pulled me toward the exit. "What?" I said to her.

"I know where they're staying!" She said as she opened the front door. "See ya tomorrow," she directed at Jasper who was standing there staring at her a little too longingly. "Come on," she said to me. I waved quickly at Jasper and then let her lead me outside to her car.

"Even if this is where they're staying, you're never going to see him. He's not going to be hanging out in the lobby." I was trying to talk her out of going to Edward Cullen's hotel, but she was having none of it.

"When was the last time you had any fun? "

"I don't consider this fun," I said dryly. "I have fun," I added defensively.

"Bella, reading at home on a Friday night doesn't count."

I couldn't deny it, she lived with me, she knew all about my lack of a social life. I sighed heavily, "so what is it you plan on doing anyway?" I cringed internally at the thought. Alice had what I referred to as the Lucy Ricardo gene.

She glanced at me, "nothing bad." I spent the rest of the drive thinking of all the things she may have come up with; I hoped my imagination was exaggerating.

After Alice parked, we walked toward the hotel; she walked with purpose, like she belonged there. This was one of the most expensive hotels in the area, we definitely didn't belong there. I looked at the rich colors of the fall leaves around me and thought about how nice it would be to be reading at my favorite park right now. We stood near the entrance and she faced me, a serious expression on her face. "Ok, I don't really have any good plan. I figure we can go one of two ways; we can wait around in the lobby and hope to see him. Or, I can flirt with the guy at the front desk, if it's a guy, and try and get his room number." She looked at me and I stared back dumbly; neither sounded like a good idea to me. "Ok then, let's go."

She told me go sit in the lobby while she went over to the front desk; there was one lone man standing there, poor sap. I took a seat facing the elevators as instructed and waited, hoping that she wouldn't get us kicked out. After a minute or so, I turned in my seat to look over at Alice; she was leaning over the counter, her back to me. By the look on the man's face, she was doing a decent job. I grinned and righted myself in the chair. Alice did make my life more interesting, I'd give her that.

I watched absently as the elevator doors opened and an older woman got out with a chocolate colored puppy. He wagged his tail and tried to lick her face. I was so distracted that I almost didn't see him walk out of the elevator behind her. I would have recognized him anywhere and that fact was not lost on me as I watched him walk toward the lobby. He wore sunglasses and his hair was just as haphazard as it had been in the picture from this morning. He wore dark jeans and a blue button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up part way despite the cold outside which is where he appeared to be heading. Edward Cullen had my complete attention, so much so that I forgot all about Alice who hadn't stopped her flirting. I stood up to watch him walk outside, only after he had left did the present come back to me.

I got up and walked over to Alice, unsubtly clearing my throat as I approached. She turned and looked at me, an exasperated expression on her face. I tried to tell her without words that we had to go and she seemed to catch on to my urgency at least enough to give up with the man behind the counter. I rushed her outside. "What?" She asked, not trying to hide her irritation.

"You missed him," I said the words in a rush, bracing myself.

"What do you mean?"

"Edward Cullen, he walked out right behind you a minute ago."

"What?!" She shrieked. "You didn't try to stop him or anything?!"

I snorted a laugh, "what should I have done? Thrown myself at him?"


I turned her toward the car, "I'll buy you a drink?"

She sighed heavily, "you are the worst Ethel ever."

"Several drinks?"

I thought about my very specific reaction to seeing Edward Cullen on the drive. It was like a current of electricity that both made me want to go to him and pinned me to the floor. I felt magnetized. For the rest of the evening, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was happening. In the end, I chalked it up to the same celebrity fever that gripped Alice.

I attempted to, anyway.