A/N: Surprise! New Story! But I can explain myself. This is a little side project I've been working on for a while as a birthday present to a friend and she has graciously given me permission to publish it on here, so here it is. It is completed but no I will not be posting it all at once. You guys have to earn the chapters : ) FYI: This will not affect me writing In Love and War or the next story on my list (which right now looks like it'll be Domestic Disturbance by the poll) So I plan on posting a chapter for this story every Monday. I will post the foreward and the first chapter today, and the second starting on Monday. If you guys are super amazing at reviewing I may slip in some of the chapters early as a reward. Hope you enjoy the story. It's a little bit lighter less angsty than what I've done in the past.
Shout out to Amanda and Heather. You both know why : )
I do not own Twilight. All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Do you ever have those dreams? The ones where the hot "Hollywood It Boy" miraculously shows up on your doorstep to use your bathroom. Or he accidentally bumps into you at a bar and offers to buy you a drink. You know that it's crazy. And that it'll never happen, especially to someone as plain and boring as you. But you sit and think up these crazy scenarios where you meet and fall madly in love and he whisks you away like fricking Prince Charming on his damn white horse. I mean actors date regular girls; the nobodies, the small town girls. But there's no way in hell you're that girl.
So maybe your heart flutters a little every time you see his smile flash across the television screen, or you laugh like an idiot whenever he does an interview. Even if what he says isn't even slightly funny. You're positive he's the only genuine guy in the business, even if behind the scenes you know he's probably screwing the newest socialite who has an I.Q. less than your dog.
It happens to all of us. And we'll spend the rest of our lives knowing it's not true and never will be. But what if that one time, that one knock on the door, or that one bump at the bar turns out to be him? What if I told you that it was true and that you can be that girl? What if I told you that it happened to me?