Okay, so I know I've been terrible and awful and horrible and slow and all those other words, but finally here is chapter ten!

I'm not going to say anything else except for, please review!

I hope this satisfies at least some of you!

Summer Days,

AIT

"Is there something wrong with your brain besides the fact that you don't have one?"

Cullen gave a disarming, crooked grin that was probably supposed to distract me. "Not that I can recall, Love." The name caught me off guard. Love, where had that come from? Whatever the cause, it now made me glare at him only harder.

"Don't call me that, Cullen," I said in a steely tone, despite the fact that my cheeks were flaming red.

"Call you what, Love?" he asked, electric emerald eyes sparkling.

"That, 'Love!' Ugh!" I groaned again at the infuriating smirk that was plastered on his face. I'm sure I looked a picture with my hands on my hips, my mouth pulled down in a frown, my hair slightly askew from the earlier dancing, and my face practically crimson with blush at Cullen's new nickname for me. I was fine with "Princess" from Howard, but a "Love" from Cullen had me on edge. Curse that infallible blush of mine, in case I hadn't mentioned that enough before.

"It's either that or Bellsie-Poo." Cullen cracked a grin again as he slouched comfortably against the wall opposite me. I had to admit that he was rather distracting just standing there, even if I did detest the very ground he walked on. His light bronze hair was messily falling into his dark green, distinctly smoldering eyes that had my face flushing involuntarily. My blush would be the one thing that wouldn't listen to the rest of me and be the one thing that would give me away as it crept higher up on my face. He had that crooked grin on his countenance, the corners of his mouth curved upward, which appeared to suit him optimally. Cullen's lightly muscled arms were crossed across his chest as he stared down at me, head cocked slightly to the side as though he was evaluating me.

Geeze, I needed to find a way to not see his infuriatingly good-looks, and I doubted that picturing him in his underwear was going to help anything. Oh crap, I can't believe I just thought that. I think Rosalie was rubbing off on me faster than anyone else ever had, besides Alice of course.

"Enjoying the view, Love?" Cullen asked, taking a small step forward that I probably wasn't supposed to register but took in automatically.

"No, I was just imagining what it would be like if you stepped out into the middle of traffic and how happy it'd make me."

He made a pained face and touched his chest just above his heart in an almost uncanny imitation of Emmett just a little bit before. "Ouch, Bella, that hurt."

I rolled my eyes at him and made a move to try and get back in the club and away from the pest that was Cullen, when he seemed to anticipate my move a split-second earlier and side-stepped in front of the door and took another move closer to me. Did he think I was stupid or something?

"Bella, Bella, Bella…"

"Don't triple Bella me," I said through tightly gritted teeth.

"Fine then… Love, Love, Love..." Cullen grinned again at the nickname, and I ground my teeth together with a little gnash. "Did you honestly think I was going to let you leave after you warmed up to me so easily back there?"

I could feel my temper slowly rising, the blush in my face becoming more and more pronounced, pushing crimson again. "That was only because you were prattish enough to pretend to be someone else. Someone who's not even real, but part of a movie that we're both currently in production for!" My voice was rising with each word, never a good sign.

"Prattish? Aren't you like minoring in Literature and Publishing or something?"

"I'm allowed to make up words then because of my superior knowledge of the language and books. Quit changing the subject, and how did you know that anyway?"

"Hey, I know some people." His hands that had been thrown up in a feeble attempt at self-defense curved slowly back to being crossed over his chest. "Well, I'm sorry. I figured you'd be quicker in noticing that there was this guy you just happened to meet in a bar that was named after your love interest in your first movie that you met just a few hours earlier. That, and the fact that he had the same voice and smile. " Cullen took another small step, and I backed up slightly. He must have noticed because his grin split his face wider than before.

"A little nervous, Bella?"

"And why would I be nervous around you, Cullen?"

"What is it with you and calling me by my last name?"

"Would you rather me call you by your real name?" I asked, a smirk sneaking its way up my face. Cullen just grinned, his white teeth interrupting my focus for a moment or two. "Fine then, why would I be so nervous around you, Idiot?" He scowled lightly for a moment before playfully grinning again.

"Because I'm so devilishly handsome," Cullen wagged his eyebrows suggestively.

"Well, I agree with the devil part, don't know about the rest of it."

He stared at me for a moment, head cocked to the side again, as though he was trying to figure something out. Suddenly an odd glint flicked on in his eyes, a glint I didn't particularly like because it made me want to back up into the wall. I took a step backwards in an attempt to get farther away from him, but Cullen came forward as well.

"Cullen, there's thing called personal space. Maybe you've heard of it."

He gave one of those lopsided grins again and a cocky baby step forward. "Maybe once or twice, Swan," he said, accenting my last name with a scathing tone.

"Great. Give me some."

"Wouldn't want you feeling lonely, Love," and he took another step towards me so that there was now barely half a foot between us.

"Cullen, I swear, if you don't back off, I'm going to slug you again."

"Like you could do any damage to me." A light smirk flitting across his face.

I smirked right back, with a slight roll of my eyes. "If I recall, you weren't so confident a few hours ago."

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I just stuck out my tongue teasingly. Well, I'd never been one of mature responses, but at least I took everything in stride. Cullen, on the other hand, thought it'd be nice to take another step forward so that the space between us was nearly tangible, like a wall of electric charge that I could feel was begging to be pushed past. Our hands were brushing and that throbbing current was flowing even if we though we weren't fully touching. My breath was caught in my throat, and I didn't want to move for fear of brushing up against him.

I think the closest thing I could call the noise that I made next was like a shrill scream of frustration. "Cullen!" My fist was clenched by my side, and I swung it up to give him a swift punch so that maybe he would come to his senses.

However, as soon as I made a move forward to take a swipe at him, Cullen covered the space between us in a stride and kissed me.

Yes, I just said that Edward Cullen, Greek god of Hollywood, just kissed me. In an alley, behind a club, where he had just been pretending to be the guy from the movie we were shooting, in Greece. Did anyone else see anything wrong with this picture. Of course, that was all afterwards.

At that moment, all I noticed was the fact that he had continued walking forwards, until I felt the wall behind me. One hand was leaning up against the wall next to my head, boxing me into the wall. The other was resting on my cheek, rubbing half circles with his thumb on my cheek to right under my jaw. My traitorous hands had come up around his neck, my fingers playing lightly with his rebellious strands of bronze hair at the base of his neck.

Curse it for being so soft.

My brain was completely gone, thrown out the window, up against the nearest wall, and definitely not coming back anytime soon. All of the places he touched me were quite frankly tingling as though electrical sparks and butterflies were shooting through my veins. I had no idea where I was or what the heck I was doing.

It was then that I registered the frenzied snapping of a camera shutter.

S---. I didn't have the best language in really in times of stress.

The freakin' paparazzi were here. They'd found me and Edward somehow and managed to find us out here in this alley, had probably gotten me about to slug him, and now had us kissing in aforementioned alley.

My dad was gonna flip.

I guess I must have cursed out loud because Edward immediately jerked back, looking slightly dazed and confused for a second before glancing down the back street entrance and cursing more colorfully than I had, grabbing my hand, and pulling me back indoors.

"What the heck are they doing here?" I heard him mumble over the dull roar of the club.

And then the connection between our hands was gone. Somewhere in the middle of the crowds, I let go of his hands and darted through people and managed to find my way up to the table where Alice, Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett had been seated before I had been borrowed by "Brandon."

Only Alice and Rosalie were sitting at the table, Alice looking very alert and Rosalie only slightly tipsy. I guess their guys had managed to put a stop in the flow of drinks. Looking around suspiciously for a moment, I saw the blonde, messy head of Jasper and the dark curly locks of Emmett grabbing something from the bar.

"Alice!" I shouted over the noise. She whipped her pixie head around, and her eyes brightened up when she spotted me, but appeared slightly suspicious at the fact that I was alone.

"Bella?"

"I wanna go back to the hotel room, now! Can you take me, please?"

She looked a little worried. "Bella! What happened?"

"I'll tell you in the morning. Just, please, can you just drop me off? You can be back here in fifteen minutes."

The jet-black haired girl quickly nodded, noting my slightly distressed exasperation and desperation, grabbed her keys, shouted something to Rosalie who glanced over at me and nodded, and led me after her out of the very loud, very crowded bar.

Okay, I know it wasn't the longest chapter I've written, but hey, I think the fact that they kissed made up for it!

Oh, and props to -1kari4- for suggesting a kiss

Now, please let me know what you thought of this chapter. You hated it, loved it, or just a one-word review. That's totally fine, but please, review! And let me know if you guys have any ideas that you'd like to see incorporated into the story!

Thanks a ton and nearly Summer Days!

AIT