appearances that deceive
title: appearances that deceive
pairing: implied robert/kristen; nikki/kristen
rating: pg/pg13
summary: nikki laughed, "if only the world knew: kristen stewart, pothead at the tender age of eighteen."
notes: rpf (all fiction); written for evelynn.
She was looking at him.
Tousled hair, standing next to Ashley, laughing.
She thought about last night at dinner how he hardly even talked to her, his mouth full of smoke and nothing else.
"Hey Kristen, come here!" Ashley says and Robert turns toward her and then looks down.
She walks over there, Don't let him bring you down. Fuck him, fuck him.
(Which is what she had done and something he didn't want to talk about)
"Hey," she said. Lame, Kristen, what the fuck was that?
Ashley continued smiling and Robert put on his infamous sunglasses, "I have to go," he said, stuffing yet another cigarette in his mouth.
That whole time, he didn't even glance her way.
----
They were re-shooting scenes for that stupid Catherine, self-proclaimed director.
Her screeching voice could be heard miles away and Kristen covered her ears.
She's fucking crazy.
They didn't need her today, doing scenes about the Cullens.
She watched Robert get out his trailer, dressed up in some stupid costume his eyes half-closed.
No doubt he was already high as a kite.
"Fuck you, Robert," she whispered low enough.
"He already did, didn't he?"
Kirsten turned around, finding herself face-to-face with Nikki.
"Oh shit, you fucking scared me."
Nikki laughed, "What's going on with your and Rob?"
"Nothing."
Nikki shook her head, "Hey, don't let him bring you down. His ego is bigger than his hair."
----
Nikki Reed wasn't beautiful but she wasn't too shabby either.
She had that sex appeal Kristen felt she always lacked.
The way she sauntered her hips and laughed with her mouth wide open.
Kristen observed her, her worldly ways and her seducing looks.
It was just a fascination she couldn't understand.
----
They ate lunch and dinner together, hidden from the world's eye.
They talked about everything, guys, sex, drugs, and life.
"It's fucking tough, you know?" Nikki says in her apartment, smoking a joint, eyes already red, "Living like this, with the whole world watching and hoping to God you mess up and end up like those damsels in fucking distress."
Kristen only nodded, too scared to even say anything.
"Like, take you and Rob for instance," she took a swig of her wine, "Did you guys fuck?"
"Yeah, after the Movie Awards," she blatantly admitted.
Nikki only shook her head, "See? Guys only want you for one fucking thing and that's it."
She passed the joint to Kristen and she joyfully took a hit, the smoke enveloping her throat, its sweet aroma making love to her senses.
Nikki laughed, "If only the world knew: Kristen Stewart, pothead at the tender age of eighteen."
She snorts, "Oh, shut the fuck up. You should talk, Rosalie."
Nikki laughed, "Yeah, Rosalie fucking Hale. She looks like she did some drugs too, I mean no one's that perfect."
She nodded in agreement, "I know, right? Look at Robert playing the virtuous Edward Cullen."
Nikki chuckled.
They exchanged and refilled the piece over and over, the sweet smoke inhabiting the room in its presence.
It was when Nikki inhaled, she couldn't help herself.
As she opened her mouth, Kristen bent over to kiss her and took her smoke into her lungs.
As she exhaled, she's convinced it was the best hit she's ever had.
pairing: implied robert/kristen; nikki/kristen
rating: pg/pg13
summary: nikki laughed, "if only the world knew: kristen stewart, pothead at the tender age of eighteen."
notes: rpf (all fiction); written for evelynn.
She was looking at him.
Tousled hair, standing next to Ashley, laughing.
She thought about last night at dinner how he hardly even talked to her, his mouth full of smoke and nothing else.
"Hey Kristen, come here!" Ashley says and Robert turns toward her and then looks down.
She walks over there, Don't let him bring you down. Fuck him, fuck him.
(Which is what she had done and something he didn't want to talk about)
"Hey," she said. Lame, Kristen, what the fuck was that?
Ashley continued smiling and Robert put on his infamous sunglasses, "I have to go," he said, stuffing yet another cigarette in his mouth.
That whole time, he didn't even glance her way.
----
They were re-shooting scenes for that stupid Catherine, self-proclaimed director.
Her screeching voice could be heard miles away and Kristen covered her ears.
She's fucking crazy.
They didn't need her today, doing scenes about the Cullens.
She watched Robert get out his trailer, dressed up in some stupid costume his eyes half-closed.
No doubt he was already high as a kite.
"Fuck you, Robert," she whispered low enough.
"He already did, didn't he?"
Kirsten turned around, finding herself face-to-face with Nikki.
"Oh shit, you fucking scared me."
Nikki laughed, "What's going on with your and Rob?"
"Nothing."
Nikki shook her head, "Hey, don't let him bring you down. His ego is bigger than his hair."
----
Nikki Reed wasn't beautiful but she wasn't too shabby either.
She had that sex appeal Kristen felt she always lacked.
The way she sauntered her hips and laughed with her mouth wide open.
Kristen observed her, her worldly ways and her seducing looks.
It was just a fascination she couldn't understand.
----
They ate lunch and dinner together, hidden from the world's eye.
They talked about everything, guys, sex, drugs, and life.
"It's fucking tough, you know?" Nikki says in her apartment, smoking a joint, eyes already red, "Living like this, with the whole world watching and hoping to God you mess up and end up like those damsels in fucking distress."
Kristen only nodded, too scared to even say anything.
"Like, take you and Rob for instance," she took a swig of her wine, "Did you guys fuck?"
"Yeah, after the Movie Awards," she blatantly admitted.
Nikki only shook her head, "See? Guys only want you for one fucking thing and that's it."
She passed the joint to Kristen and she joyfully took a hit, the smoke enveloping her throat, its sweet aroma making love to her senses.
Nikki laughed, "If only the world knew: Kristen Stewart, pothead at the tender age of eighteen."
She snorts, "Oh, shut the fuck up. You should talk, Rosalie."
Nikki laughed, "Yeah, Rosalie fucking Hale. She looks like she did some drugs too, I mean no one's that perfect."
She nodded in agreement, "I know, right? Look at Robert playing the virtuous Edward Cullen."
Nikki chuckled.
They exchanged and refilled the piece over and over, the sweet smoke inhabiting the room in its presence.
It was when Nikki inhaled, she couldn't help herself.
As she opened her mouth, Kristen bent over to kiss her and took her smoke into her lungs.
As she exhaled, she's convinced it was the best hit she's ever had.