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RPF: Jashley
Title: Jashley - deleted scene
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jackson and Ashley's journey of defining their feelings for each other.
Hello :) So. This is the deleted scene. I've played around and changed it quite a bit. Hope you enjoy it!
Part 1: VampRadio
Part 2: Kellan's theory + that 100monkeys gig
Part 3: Valentine's Day
Deleted scene: Extra Interview
From: Rachelle
Subject: Jackson.
Ash,
Clickety click: Jackson Rathbone’s Extra Interview.
It’s 16 mins, so if you’re busy, just see the last 1½ mins. It’s important.
Call me afterwards, k?
xox
R
I cocked an eyebrow.
This e-mail was so very un-Rachelle like. We had never, ever, sent each other links about anything Twilight or Twilight-cast related - and now she sent me one of Jackson’s. Saying it was important and asking me to call her, no less. How very… suspicious.
I shifted my eyes to the empty suitcase on the floor; my clothes sprawled on my bed. It was almost midnight. My flight for Chicago left pretty early the next day - I really should be packing right now, not being tempted to think about Jackson. Anything to do with Jackson before a Twilight event would only increase the risk of giving out more information than necessary. Plus, he wouldn’t be there tomorrow. Kellan wouldn’t be there tomorrow. I would be alone for the weekend… well, at least for the Q&A session. Nobody would save you from the sticky questions. Not the ideal situation for taking such risk, is it, Ash?
I read Rachelle’s e-mail again.
She wouldn’t have sent it to me if it wasn't so important. And she was probably up all night waiting for my call. Maybe I should just check this out, I hesitated, my cursor hovering over the link.
Be strong, Ashley. Ignore the e-mail. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to shake him out of my mind.
Packing. Jackson. Chicago. Jackson. Clothes. Jackson. Twicon. Jackson. Jackson. Jackson. Jackson.
“Oh, who am I kidding,” I muttered under my breath.
I clicked on the link almost too eagerly, waiting impatiently for the video to load.
--------------------------------------
Composure, check.
Confidence, check.
Be nice, check.
Be warm and welcoming without giving out too much information, check.
There was nothing more reassuring than checking the mental list of how you should behave in an interview, in the middle of the whole thing, and knew that you were on the right track. This Extra Interview was doing extremely well.
“Jasper, do you have a girlfriend?”
The oldest question in the book. A simple ‘no’ and a smile would suffice. Oh wait. She said Jasper. I played my role and made a joke about Alice ripping heads off, silently wishing I would charm them so they would let this one go.
They would have, if I hadn't said “Umm…”.
Said ‘yeah’, Jackson, and stop.
“Umm, no, I am, personally, myself, do not have a girlfriend.” Seriously, stop.
“I am… I’m single at the moment.” Though my heart is hers, I added in my head. I smiled.
“Hmm. Not sure if I believe him.” The interviewer was laughing now. I’m dead.
“No? You don’t believe me?”
“I don’t know if he’s telling the truth.”
I was actually impressed that she could call my bluff.
And I’m still so dead.
We moved on to the next question and I was determined to use the standard answers. Making things up was a real risk now that I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Standard answers only, Jackson, I warned myself as I started talking about the new things that would happen during the shooting of New Moon.
“…I think we have a lot more action.” A split second pause. And more Asher. “And a lot more, uh, steamy love affairs.” What? Why did you say that?
“Oooh tell me about the steamy love affairs.” Crap.
I babbled on about the book, the story, “…The chemistry is amazing.” Ashley. Oh, fuck it.
“Myself, I love working with Ashley Greene. Easiest thing in the world, having chemistry with that girl.”
The interviewer grinned. “Not hard, was it?”
“No, no, the hardest part was saying goodbye at the end of the day.” I remembered all those hugs we shared every single time the shooting had finished for the day. Letting her go felt like the universe’s own special way of torturing me.
“And I feel like I have to ask this for the ladies…”
“Uh oh.”
“What kind of girls do you go for? What kind of girls do you like? What’s your ideal woman?”
Ah. “My ideal woman, hmmm…” Ashley Greene. “Wow…” But of course I couldn’t say that. “That’s, uh… you know I, I, I’ve been asking myself the same thing, um, I’m waiting, I’m waiting to hopefully find it, um, you know, find her, and maybe she’ll, she’ll kinda… pop out at me.”
She already had, actually, since the first time we met on set. Not that she knew. Not that she would ever know.
I was thoroughly embarrassed at this stage, not because of my answers, but because every single thing I said led me back to her. She didn’t even know I liked her. So I distracted myself by talking about blind dates - the never-ending blind dates everyone set me up for, just so I would momentarily stop thinking about Ash. They never worked. It didn’t work. Thankfully the interview was finally finished a few minutes afterwards. I shook the whole ‘I’m so totally composed’ façade off and went back to being just Jackson, ready to shake the interviewer’s hand, thank her, and go back to work.
Only it wasn’t finished.
“…We have one more question…”
It felt like an ambush.
“If you could play any other Twilight character, who would you be and why?”
Déjà vu. There must be a glitch in my system, I thought bitterly. I started talking about the werewolves, then how much I loved playing Jasper - my mind was fumbling through the memories of all the interviews we did as a cast when it hit me. That MTV thing where we kissed. That was after I answered this question. I decided on a whim to do something utterly reckless in honor of that memory.
“…wouldn’t pick anyone else, because no one else get to be married to Ashley, you know. Ashley Greene. Alice.” Aaaaand kiss.
Best chaste kiss ever. I smiled.
I thought the interviewer would just go all ‘Aaaaw’ and let me go, but of course she wouldn’t.
“Hmmm, you like Ashley!”
And of course I couldn’t say no.
“Ahhh, what can I say, what can I say? Yeah, I got a lil’ crush.”
I could just imagine Kelly watching this video online at home, muttering something along the line of “One might want to be more careful when one uses the word ‘crush’, Jackson.”
Fuck.
“…You’re blushing!”
“Am I blushing?” I tried to calm my nerves and laughed, looking away from the camera. “I bet, I bet. I’m pretty shy.”
I’m so busted.
It was a weird mix of emotions to be in - I felt somewhat relieved, slightly giddy, completely exposed, and utterly embarrassed. Knowing that it was finally out in the open felt oddly liberating - but still, I was worried. What if she did watch this? I never knew if we were feeling the same thing and the last thing I wanted was for this, whatever it was, to end. All because I stupidly told the world I had a crush on her. Because I was so smitten with her that I couldn’t stop thinking about her for a lousy… what was it, 15 minutes? Pathetic, really.
A few hours later, after a long night of shooting, I turned on my phone to see 10 messages waiting. Nothing from her. I quickly read through them - and one particular message stood out.
From: R. Lefevre
Saw ur interview. Cute.
Won’t tell A if u don’t want me to.
My breath hitched. I stared at the message; my hand trembling as I read the last line over and over again. I didn’t know what I wanted. Well, that was a lie. I knew exactly what I wanted. My head hoped she wouldn’t see this, but my heart hoped she would.
And in the battle between the head and the heart, the heart won by a mile.
I didn’t reply.
The ball’s in your court, Ashley.
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1am.
I closed my suitcase, which I just finished re-packing for the third time.
Then I opened it again, put all the neatly folded clothes back on my bed, and started re-packing it for the fourth time. It was my pathetic, pointless attempt to keep myself busy so I could erase his voice from my mind.
Ahhh, what can I say, what can I say? Yeah, I got a lil’ crush.
This whole year, I had been convincing myself that the something we had was just my wishful thinking. He was Jackson. He was the sweetest, kindest, charming guy who was nice to everyone. So nice that every time we hugged or held hands, every time we hung out, every time he called me his wifey - I had to convince myself that he was just being Jackson. Even at that Vanity Fair photo shoot, where he held me so close to his body that I could feel his heart beating. He was Jackson.
Oh God.
He was Jackson.
I flipped open my phone and dialled Rachelle’s number.
“Finally.”
“Hello to you, too.”
She laughed. “I was concerned. I thought you won’t cave in.”
“He has a crush on me.”
“I know.”
“What do I do now?”
“Sleep.”
I took one deep breath. Good thing it was a phone conversation - I would’ve shot her my very rarely seen withering glare right there and then.
“You sent me an e-mail linking to a major revelation, asking me to call you - which I did - just to tell me to sleep?”
“I know you’ll obsess over it. Don’t. Chicago tomorrow. Sleep.” She stifled a yawn.
“Rachelle. Are you even coherent right now?”
“Nope. Am a zombie. I think the caffeine has finally worn off.”
“Why did you even send me that link?”
“Because. It’s epic. Denial boy no more. Sleep, please, Ash?”
“Alright.”
“Don’t call him now. It’s rude.”
“I know.”
“OK. Have a safe flight tomorrow. Have fun. Hug Peter for me.”
“I will.”
“Sleep.”
I couldn’t help but laughed. “Talk soon, Rachelle.”
I stared at my phone, contemplating if I should call Jackson - or perhaps, perhaps just text him. I almost jumped when it suddenly vibrated.
From: Rachelle
Don’t even think about it.
SLEEP, girl. x
I pouted in disagreement, but followed her advice and climbed into bed. I curled up under my blanket and was about to turn on the alarm in my phone when I saw a new message waiting.
From: Kellan
are u free on the 11th?
Oh, yay, distractions.
To: Kellan
Think so. Why?
From: Kellan
jackson & i are free. wanna hang out?
“So much for distractions,” I muttered. I contemplated for a minute. Things could get weird and awkward. But… Kellan would be there. He could be the buffer. Plus, I could always pretend that I hadn’t seen the video; Jackson didn’t have to know. It would be risky, but I hadn’t seen both of them for a month now. And I could really use some fun.
To: Kellan
Sure. See you both then!
I yawned as drowsiness washed over me. I slowly closed my eyes and despite my best effort to drown it out with the music softly playing from my computer, I could still hear his voice in my head, saying he had a lil’ crush on me.
Jackson.
'S got a lil’ crush.
On me.
I succumbed into sleep with a huge smile upon my face.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jackson and Ashley's journey of defining their feelings for each other.
Hello :) So. This is the deleted scene. I've played around and changed it quite a bit. Hope you enjoy it!
Part 1: VampRadio
Part 2: Kellan's theory + that 100monkeys gig
Part 3: Valentine's Day
Deleted scene: Extra Interview
From: Rachelle
Subject: Jackson.
Ash,
Clickety click: Jackson Rathbone’s Extra Interview.
It’s 16 mins, so if you’re busy, just see the last 1½ mins. It’s important.
Call me afterwards, k?
xox
R
I cocked an eyebrow.
This e-mail was so very un-Rachelle like. We had never, ever, sent each other links about anything Twilight or Twilight-cast related - and now she sent me one of Jackson’s. Saying it was important and asking me to call her, no less. How very… suspicious.
I shifted my eyes to the empty suitcase on the floor; my clothes sprawled on my bed. It was almost midnight. My flight for Chicago left pretty early the next day - I really should be packing right now, not being tempted to think about Jackson. Anything to do with Jackson before a Twilight event would only increase the risk of giving out more information than necessary. Plus, he wouldn’t be there tomorrow. Kellan wouldn’t be there tomorrow. I would be alone for the weekend… well, at least for the Q&A session. Nobody would save you from the sticky questions. Not the ideal situation for taking such risk, is it, Ash?
I read Rachelle’s e-mail again.
She wouldn’t have sent it to me if it wasn't so important. And she was probably up all night waiting for my call. Maybe I should just check this out, I hesitated, my cursor hovering over the link.
Be strong, Ashley. Ignore the e-mail. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to shake him out of my mind.
Packing. Jackson. Chicago. Jackson. Clothes. Jackson. Twicon. Jackson. Jackson. Jackson. Jackson.
“Oh, who am I kidding,” I muttered under my breath.
I clicked on the link almost too eagerly, waiting impatiently for the video to load.
--------------------------------------
Composure, check.
Confidence, check.
Be nice, check.
Be warm and welcoming without giving out too much information, check.
There was nothing more reassuring than checking the mental list of how you should behave in an interview, in the middle of the whole thing, and knew that you were on the right track. This Extra Interview was doing extremely well.
“Jasper, do you have a girlfriend?”
The oldest question in the book. A simple ‘no’ and a smile would suffice. Oh wait. She said Jasper. I played my role and made a joke about Alice ripping heads off, silently wishing I would charm them so they would let this one go.
They would have, if I hadn't said “Umm…”.
Said ‘yeah’, Jackson, and stop.
“Umm, no, I am, personally, myself, do not have a girlfriend.” Seriously, stop.
“I am… I’m single at the moment.” Though my heart is hers, I added in my head. I smiled.
“Hmm. Not sure if I believe him.” The interviewer was laughing now. I’m dead.
“No? You don’t believe me?”
“I don’t know if he’s telling the truth.”
I was actually impressed that she could call my bluff.
And I’m still so dead.
We moved on to the next question and I was determined to use the standard answers. Making things up was a real risk now that I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Standard answers only, Jackson, I warned myself as I started talking about the new things that would happen during the shooting of New Moon.
“…I think we have a lot more action.” A split second pause. And more Asher. “And a lot more, uh, steamy love affairs.” What? Why did you say that?
“Oooh tell me about the steamy love affairs.” Crap.
I babbled on about the book, the story, “…The chemistry is amazing.” Ashley. Oh, fuck it.
“Myself, I love working with Ashley Greene. Easiest thing in the world, having chemistry with that girl.”
The interviewer grinned. “Not hard, was it?”
“No, no, the hardest part was saying goodbye at the end of the day.” I remembered all those hugs we shared every single time the shooting had finished for the day. Letting her go felt like the universe’s own special way of torturing me.
“And I feel like I have to ask this for the ladies…”
“Uh oh.”
“What kind of girls do you go for? What kind of girls do you like? What’s your ideal woman?”
Ah. “My ideal woman, hmmm…” Ashley Greene. “Wow…” But of course I couldn’t say that. “That’s, uh… you know I, I, I’ve been asking myself the same thing, um, I’m waiting, I’m waiting to hopefully find it, um, you know, find her, and maybe she’ll, she’ll kinda… pop out at me.”
She already had, actually, since the first time we met on set. Not that she knew. Not that she would ever know.
I was thoroughly embarrassed at this stage, not because of my answers, but because every single thing I said led me back to her. She didn’t even know I liked her. So I distracted myself by talking about blind dates - the never-ending blind dates everyone set me up for, just so I would momentarily stop thinking about Ash. They never worked. It didn’t work. Thankfully the interview was finally finished a few minutes afterwards. I shook the whole ‘I’m so totally composed’ façade off and went back to being just Jackson, ready to shake the interviewer’s hand, thank her, and go back to work.
Only it wasn’t finished.
“…We have one more question…”
It felt like an ambush.
“If you could play any other Twilight character, who would you be and why?”
Déjà vu. There must be a glitch in my system, I thought bitterly. I started talking about the werewolves, then how much I loved playing Jasper - my mind was fumbling through the memories of all the interviews we did as a cast when it hit me. That MTV thing where we kissed. That was after I answered this question. I decided on a whim to do something utterly reckless in honor of that memory.
“…wouldn’t pick anyone else, because no one else get to be married to Ashley, you know. Ashley Greene. Alice.” Aaaaand kiss.
Best chaste kiss ever. I smiled.
I thought the interviewer would just go all ‘Aaaaw’ and let me go, but of course she wouldn’t.
“Hmmm, you like Ashley!”
And of course I couldn’t say no.
“Ahhh, what can I say, what can I say? Yeah, I got a lil’ crush.”
I could just imagine Kelly watching this video online at home, muttering something along the line of “One might want to be more careful when one uses the word ‘crush’, Jackson.”
Fuck.
“…You’re blushing!”
“Am I blushing?” I tried to calm my nerves and laughed, looking away from the camera. “I bet, I bet. I’m pretty shy.”
I’m so busted.
It was a weird mix of emotions to be in - I felt somewhat relieved, slightly giddy, completely exposed, and utterly embarrassed. Knowing that it was finally out in the open felt oddly liberating - but still, I was worried. What if she did watch this? I never knew if we were feeling the same thing and the last thing I wanted was for this, whatever it was, to end. All because I stupidly told the world I had a crush on her. Because I was so smitten with her that I couldn’t stop thinking about her for a lousy… what was it, 15 minutes? Pathetic, really.
A few hours later, after a long night of shooting, I turned on my phone to see 10 messages waiting. Nothing from her. I quickly read through them - and one particular message stood out.
From: R. Lefevre
Saw ur interview. Cute.
Won’t tell A if u don’t want me to.
My breath hitched. I stared at the message; my hand trembling as I read the last line over and over again. I didn’t know what I wanted. Well, that was a lie. I knew exactly what I wanted. My head hoped she wouldn’t see this, but my heart hoped she would.
And in the battle between the head and the heart, the heart won by a mile.
I didn’t reply.
The ball’s in your court, Ashley.
--------------------------------------
1am.
I closed my suitcase, which I just finished re-packing for the third time.
Then I opened it again, put all the neatly folded clothes back on my bed, and started re-packing it for the fourth time. It was my pathetic, pointless attempt to keep myself busy so I could erase his voice from my mind.
Ahhh, what can I say, what can I say? Yeah, I got a lil’ crush.
This whole year, I had been convincing myself that the something we had was just my wishful thinking. He was Jackson. He was the sweetest, kindest, charming guy who was nice to everyone. So nice that every time we hugged or held hands, every time we hung out, every time he called me his wifey - I had to convince myself that he was just being Jackson. Even at that Vanity Fair photo shoot, where he held me so close to his body that I could feel his heart beating. He was Jackson.
Oh God.
He was Jackson.
I flipped open my phone and dialled Rachelle’s number.
“Finally.”
“Hello to you, too.”
She laughed. “I was concerned. I thought you won’t cave in.”
“He has a crush on me.”
“I know.”
“What do I do now?”
“Sleep.”
I took one deep breath. Good thing it was a phone conversation - I would’ve shot her my very rarely seen withering glare right there and then.
“You sent me an e-mail linking to a major revelation, asking me to call you - which I did - just to tell me to sleep?”
“I know you’ll obsess over it. Don’t. Chicago tomorrow. Sleep.” She stifled a yawn.
“Rachelle. Are you even coherent right now?”
“Nope. Am a zombie. I think the caffeine has finally worn off.”
“Why did you even send me that link?”
“Because. It’s epic. Denial boy no more. Sleep, please, Ash?”
“Alright.”
“Don’t call him now. It’s rude.”
“I know.”
“OK. Have a safe flight tomorrow. Have fun. Hug Peter for me.”
“I will.”
“Sleep.”
I couldn’t help but laughed. “Talk soon, Rachelle.”
I stared at my phone, contemplating if I should call Jackson - or perhaps, perhaps just text him. I almost jumped when it suddenly vibrated.
From: Rachelle
Don’t even think about it.
SLEEP, girl. x
I pouted in disagreement, but followed her advice and climbed into bed. I curled up under my blanket and was about to turn on the alarm in my phone when I saw a new message waiting.
From: Kellan
are u free on the 11th?
Oh, yay, distractions.
To: Kellan
Think so. Why?
From: Kellan
jackson & i are free. wanna hang out?
“So much for distractions,” I muttered. I contemplated for a minute. Things could get weird and awkward. But… Kellan would be there. He could be the buffer. Plus, I could always pretend that I hadn’t seen the video; Jackson didn’t have to know. It would be risky, but I hadn’t seen both of them for a month now. And I could really use some fun.
To: Kellan
Sure. See you both then!
I yawned as drowsiness washed over me. I slowly closed my eyes and despite my best effort to drown it out with the music softly playing from my computer, I could still hear his voice in my head, saying he had a lil’ crush on me.
Jackson.
'S got a lil’ crush.
On me.
I succumbed into sleep with a huge smile upon my face.