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The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Watching the 2010 World Cup with Robert Pattinson

Lorna Lopez — Wed, 23 Jun 2010 12:56:02 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

I was so glad to be back in LA. I had missed Rob. Although Taylor was a great companion, the frightening crowds and its cacophony can be quite tiring. And, even though it was the third time that I had toured Europe to promote The Twilight Saga, the overwhelming flow of energy can still easily throw me into a fit of tears if I weren’t careful. Rob was so much better with these appearances, and, his humor always helps me deal with the whole scenario.

I snuggled closer, silently begging for his touch. He obliged by clasping me across the shoulders and hauling me to his side, while his other hand busily swigged a bottle of Heineken to his lips while his eyes stayed glued to the TV screen.

Some of Rob’s mates were in the living room as well, eager to watch the match of England vs. Slovenia at the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. I didn’t mind his definitely divided attention. I understood how football was so important to him and his mates.

I just wish that no horrible gaffe such as the one that happened in the previous match against USA will happen again. When the English goalkeeper had fumbled with the ball and let it in, resulting in a point for USA, the shouts and cursing that filled the room was a little bit menacing.

His warmth enfolded me like a comforting blanket. I was content to stay quiet and just listen to his groans at missteps and shouts when England seems to be on its way to scoring a goal.

Although soccer (as we call their football) and American football may seem vastly different, some concepts are still the same. Both are team games, and, the only way to score would be to work together, making sure that players are in the proper positions for the play to succeed.

I released a small sigh. I wasn’t that involved with what’s going on. I just wanted to be with Rob. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent that had accompanied me all over Europe through a couple of borrowed shirts. Now that the real thing is right beside me, I didn’t waste any time and buried my face in the crook of his shoulder under the pretense of seeking more warmth.

“Are you okay?” The breath of his question tickled my cheek before caressing my ear. I nodded fervently. Everything was alright in the world as long as we were beside each other.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes The football references are based on fact. Later today, 23 June 2010, 1500H, will be the match between England and Slovenia, and, it’s pretty likely that Robert Pattinson will make certain to catch it on the telly.

The “horrible gaffe” in the match between England and USA was committed by Robert Green, who became infamous during the first half of England’s first game at the 2010 World Cup in South Africa.

That was shocking – Dempsey tried his luck from 30 yards, his low shot bounced twice, Green hunkered down to gather it in his hands, somehow palmed it diagonally behind him and then watched in horror as it trickled over the line.

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Kissing Robert Pattinson Even After the Director Yells Cut

Lorna Lopez — Sun, 13 Jun 2010 16:01:03 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

Photo Courtesy of Popsugar
Photo Credit: INFDaily.com and Splash News Online

I was ravenous for him. The night before was not enough to assuage my need for his touch. We had been apart for a week while he fulfilled his duties at the 2009 Cannes Festival. The time had filled me with a despondency and a yearning so keen to the point of throbbing pain. I wanted to wrap myself around him and be filled with his hardness until the ache of his absence was pounded away.

Filming the Volturi kissing scene in a private room, away from the prying eyes of the fans and extras, gave me an opportunity to partially slake my thirst. I pressed myself urgently against his frame, rubbing my softer form against his harder one, desiring to melt into him.

I clutched his nape and dug my nails into his skin, forcing his head closer so that I can deepen our kiss. I used Bella’s tortured anguish and pleasure at seeing Edward again to my advantage. There was an excuse to hungrily kiss Rob, gaping my lips apart so that I can trap his between mine and suck vigorously, famished for his taste.

I grabbed the sides of his face, letting my hands momentarily hide my actions. A forceful thrust of my tongue allowed me to flick the roof of his mouth aggressively, before letting it trail to swipe the teeth that have given me so many nips and bites that led to my gratification.

I released my hold and transferred my famished fingers into his tousled golden brown hair, burrowing the pads into his scalp before gripping strands between my digits, causing him to moan, which I answered with a low demanding growl for his submission to my will.

Rob acquiesced but made a demand of his own by letting his tongue snake out and brush my lips. I rewarded him with famished sucking of both his upper and lower portals, before finally letting him take command of the starving melding of our mouths.

Dimly, I heard a call that sounded like ‘Cut,’ but, stopping now was unthinkable. Rob and I continued for several more seconds before breaking apart, catching our breath.

I lowered my head, but, sneaked a look towards New Moon director Chris Weitz. Courteously, he had ignored what we were doing and had given instructions to the crew, who took his cue and turned away from our flagrant display.

When Chris nonchalantly inquired, ‘Ready?’ I bit my lower lip and jerked my head in a nod, trying to hide the urgency to dive into the mouth watering taste of Rob and savor his flavor again. And again.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Inspired by True Blood Reading that Anna Paquin and Stephen Moyer of True Blood admit that they “can get carried away during their sex scenes in the vampire drama” made me remember a deleted scene that’s in The Twilight Saga New Moon DVD. It showed Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart continuing to kiss even after New Moon director Chris Weitz has obviously said, “Cut!”

Thanks to ATK reader Chi for offering her house as a venue to watch The Twilight Saga New Moon DVD. Thanks to ATK reader Guinevere for joining our New Moon DVD viewing party and making our little trio of Twilighters complete.

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — The Loving Touch of Robert Pattinson at the 2010 MTV Movie Awards

Lorna Lopez — Fri, 11 Jun 2010 16:16:30 +0000

WARNING: This post contains language that you may find offensive, i.e. the fictional Kristen will use the word f—k a lot of times, as in A LOT. If the idea offends you, please stop and do not read further.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

F—! I was still reeling from Rob’s acceptance speech for the MTV Best Male Performance Award where he mentioned my name. My name. He specifically thanked me. And it will be seen by f—ing millions of people who will speculate on what it means. F—k!

On one hand, I wanted to f—ing strangle him; and, on the other hand, I wanted to f—ing hug and kiss him.

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S—t! My hands were itching to do something. Who the f—k are they looking at? Oh! It’s Anna. I’m so glad she won the Best Breakthrough Star Award!

I was glad for the momentary distraction and stood up to hug and congratulate my The Twilight Saga co-actor.

F—k! The Best Kiss Award is coming up! She’s announcing our names! I was so f—ing agitated that I stood up hurriedly, plastering a smile on my face for the cameras, and, immediately stumbled. F—k!

I used the momentum to whirl towards Rob, who already had his hand out to grab mine and pull me strongly to his side. His arm settled on my waist to steady me.

I didn’t care that millions were waiting. I leaned into his ear and whispered for him alone, “Thanks babe. I f—ing love you.”

As we continued to walk towards the stage, I berated myself. I still couldn’t f—ing believe that I almost fell flat on my face. F—ing s—t! What the f—k is wrong with me?

I have a great f—ing guy who f—ing loves me! I should just f—ing lean on my man. What the f—k could it hurt? There are some things that we can do the f—k together. Like walk to the f—ing stage. I should have just waited for Rob instead of hurtling forward, and, almost embarrassing myself! F—k man!

Together. I sorta, like, really like the idea.

Photo Credits Except where indicated, all photos are courtesy of PopSugar

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes An enormous thank you to ATK reader Guinevere for figuring out the PopSugar photo links, which are way beyond my comprehension!

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Robert Pattinson Hurt by the Volturi

Lorna Lopez — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 15:41:47 +0000

“Hey Flippy! Watch out for your feet!” Although I said the warning jokingly, I was half serious in my admonition to Rob as we prepared to do a shot for the Volturi fight scene. There were several sequences involved, but this one required Daniel Cudmore, who was playing Volturi henchman Felix, to grab Rob by the neck with his meaty hand and hurl him to the ground.

Although the six foot 7 inch man was a gentle man by nature, accidents were inevitable. On the first day alone, Rob unwittingly hurt himself when he did a forward roll, and, as only he can do, somehow managed to spin off the wide safety mat and cracked his head against the marble floor.

I inwardly shuddered at the endless possibilities by which Rob could somehow hurt himself. I wished that his double could do all the stunts, but, of course, that’s impossible, especially on the close up shots.

So, each time Dan smashed Rob to the floor, my heart gave a violent thump and my breath would catch in my throat, choking me with its invisible fullness while threatening imminent darkness due to lack of oxygen.

Only when Rob moved from his supine position and shoot me a little rueful grin would the clenching release a little bit, giving me momentary relief before the next torturous cycle began.

As we continued to shoot the Volturi scenes over several days, I began to dread the day and the emotional toil it was certain to bring. I tried to control my emotions, but, I had to constantly fight the tears that were on the brink of flowing copiously from my eyes, for the sight of Rob being hurt, simulated though it may be, was causing an enveloping pain to claw its way though every sinew until it became a parasite that fed on my silent suffering.

When it was my turn to be in front of the cameras to plead for Edward’s life, I did so with a broken voice, for, in reality, if it ever came to pass that my life could somehow spare Rob’s from any harm, I knew I would hurl myself without thought and reason upon the danger even though it may mean my own demise.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

The Twilight Saga New Moon Volturi Fight Scene In an exclusive featurette from Summit Entertainment’s Official Twilight Film, some of the stunts done by Robert Pattinson and Daniel Cudmore can be seen.

Video Courtesy of Official Twilight Film

Kristen Stewart Really Calls Robert Pattinson Flippy In an interview with Harper’s Bazaar, Kristen Stewart admits to giving Robert Pattinson a nickname.

Kristen: “I call [Robert Pattinson] Flippy because when he does his stunt rehearsals, he flips around [makes a gesture like a penguin]. And, God, when he tries to run …”

Robert Pattinson Is Accident Prone Robert Pattinson continues his predilection for getting hurt on the set. Twilight Lexicon reports.

[Daniel Cudmore said that] Rob bumped his head on the first day doing a forward roll! LOL! And then he really got into it and got better.

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Robert Pattinson Drives Me Wild in Madrid

Lorna Lopez — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 13:44:37 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

Although this post can be read alone, it would be more fun if you first read The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Kristen Stewart Driving Me Daft in Madrid

“As soon as I bloody can, I’m going to spank your saucy bottom and then have my abso-bloody-lutely carnal way with you.”

Although his words promised sensual pleasure, they also sounded like a threat, causing my body to become slightly rigid with tension as Rob slipped his arm around me, dangerously coming close to the lower slope of my right breast. The warmth of his hand scalded me through the thin layers of my Balenciaga dress.

Instinctively, I curved my body towards Taylor to escape the danger that Rob presented. However, Rob’s fingers pressed insistently on my ribcage, halting my short-lived flight away from him, the pads of his fingertips digging at the very bottom of my breast in a silent warning. I wanted to shout my protests at his domineering attitude.

I could feel the smile disappearing from my lips as Rob dared to fondle me right in front of the press and fans. I wanted to slug him for his audacity. F—k him! As he probably intended, the only way I could dislodge him from his present position was to turn my torso towards him, forcing his fingers to move to a less dangerous spot.

My move did not deter him at all. His perilous digits were immediately back, causing havoc with my senses as Rob possessively placed his hand underneath my mound in a silent declaration of ownership and domination.

Yet it was not enough for him. Damn him! He began to play me like one of his musical instruments, alternately pressing softly then more forcefully, driving me wild with desire, a state that I tried to hide from the glaring scrutiny of the public, and, most especially, him.

But the damage has already been done. A languorous look was stealing into my eyes, my form was becoming limp, mere putty in his hands as a searing heat pooled in my feminine well, longing for his touch to explore me all over, for his body to completely cover mine as he plunges into me repeatedly while I gasp his name into his ear, for my legs to clasp him tightly to my writhing frame…

And, he knew it! F—k him! If I could only slap the masculine satisfaction of that Cheshire cat grin from his face…

I took consolation in the fact that Rob had to tuck out his shirt as soon as our red carpet obligations were over and we had to enter Palacio de Vistalegre in Madrid Spain on 12 November 2009 to meet the fans. At least I was not the only one being physically affected.

Photo Credits

Photos Courtesy of Lainey Gossip
Photos : Wenn.com

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes Thanks to ATK reader Samantha for pointing out the state of the Robert Pattinson shirt.

Does anyone besides me noticed that in the red carpet pics his shirt is tucked in and in the event pics it is tucked out?? Maybe he got a little too “happy.” LOL!!

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — The Temptation of Robert Pattinson

Lorna Lopez — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 18:07:18 +0000

WARNING: This post contains language that you may find offensive. Please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

F—k! I could feel the heat of his f—ing gaze, which was way hotter than the exploding flashbulbs of the cameras during the New Moon press conference in Paris France. Oh man, I can’t let him get to me. He and I both instigated a rule, and s—t, I can’t believe I’m using the f—ing phrase, on no public display of affection. I hunched my shoulders and turned my body slightly away from him in self-defense…

I know how Rob loves my skin and whatever. He’s told me so often enough while he’s caressing me. F—k! Thinking of that is not helping the f—ing situation here! Stop it, Kristen! You are not going to give in to the temptation of one Robert Pattinson! No f—ing way! Smile for the cameras, Kristen. S—t! He’s still looking!

Pretend to look at something on your right, so that you can shoot him a quick warning glance to f—ing stop it. As in right now. What the f—k?!? The f—ing guy just gave me an impish rueful smile as if to say he can’t help it. Yeah right!

Okay, one step closer wouldn’t f—ing hurt. There. Oh man, the press is motioning for me to go closer. Fine. Oh f—k! I tossed my head in defiance. I am just f—ing fine, thank you very much, even though we’re now standing so close our shoulders are almost touching.

Oh s—t! Who am I f—-ing kidding? I inwardly released a sigh of defeat and gave in to the temptation of Robert Pattinson. I bent my head closer to listen to his inane chatter. Oh f—k! I love his how his eyes go when he thinks he’s just being clever! Oh man! Unfair!

Photo Credits

Photos Courtesy of RadarOnline.com
Photos: Fame Pictures

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Almost Holding Hands with Robert Pattinson in Paris

Lorna Lopez — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 16:42:07 +0000

WARNING: This post contains language that you may find offensive. Please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

F—k! F—k Paris! The place is f—ing dangerous! I dunno what it is about Paris, but, it’s making me f—ing amorous or something, like, I feel f—ing romantic all of a sudden, like, I feel squishy like a marshmallow! F—k man!

Maybe it’s the f—ing air! Yeah, like, maybe I should stop breathing! Yeah right! Man, I’m getting really romantic here, like, I know Rob and I agreed no touching in public, but hey, this isn’t exactly public. We’re walking on a f—ing tarmac in the middle of the damned night. Like, who’s to f—ing see if I just put my hand on his elbow? Nobody, that’s who!

Oh man! This is not working! It’s not enough! I wanna hold his f—ing hand! F—k! Why did the private jet park so far away? Wait, what if I slide my hand down, like, in a sneaky way or something? Casual. Be cool, Kristen. Do it real slow so he won’t notice almost.

Okay. Made it. Pretty good so far. Maybe Rob won’t notice if I caress him with one finger. Oh f—k! Man, I wanna hold his hand so f—ing badly!

S—t! I’m going f—ing insane here! This is f—ing idiotic, I know, but… F—k! His skin is so warm! I love his f—ing hands! The way they’re so much bigger than mine… The way they stroke my skin… The way they hold me firmly…

S—t, I’ve dug my nails into his hand! Oh God! I can’t help it! I want him so damn much! Let me just hold his hand, please! Where is that f—ing plane?!

Photo Credits

Photos Courtesy of RadarOnline.com
Photos: x17online.com

Thanks to all the excited emails from numerous ATK readers to let me know about the existence of these photos.

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — The Harper’s Bazaar Photo Shoot with Robert Pattinson

Lorna Lopez — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 21:41:31 +0000

WARNING: This post contains language that you may find offensive. Please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

What the f—? It’s the same f—ing questions again about whether Rob and I are together! F—! Won’t they ever tire of asking them? I answered Karen Valby of Entertainment Weekly bluntly, “I’ve thought about whether to answer this question a lot. There’s no answer that’s not going to tip you one way or the other.”

Other photo shoots and interviews came into my head, such as the one with Laura Brown of Harper’s Bazaar wherein I likened myself to a cat. She quoted me as saying, “With cats, you’re like, ‘Come here!’ And they’re standing there being like, ‘Fuck you!’” I felt like one right now, ready to claw anybody’s eyes out.

I know the feeling. I know the feeling that what you’re doing is wrong and not being able to do anything about it.

I brushed aside the guilty memories at that time when I was trying to fight my own wayward feelings, when I tried to vehemently deny they even existed, but now I was sure. I was f—ing certain of how I felt and whom I want to be with, but that doesn’t f—-ing mean I have to tell the whole f—ing world.

I expounded my reply more forcefully, “I’m not going to give the fiending an answer. I know that people are really funny about ‘Well, you chose to be an actor, why don’t you just f—ing give your whole life away?! Can I have your firstborn child?’”

New Moon is about life and what’s more important in life than love?

I had succumbed. Not to Rob’s charm but to his honesty, because I think romance is anything honest. As long as it’s honest, it’s so disarming.

At one point I had to choose between Rob and Mike. There was no other way.

Then Bella has her best friend, standing right there who’s the perfect option. It’s comfortable and it’s easy, but she needs more than that. Bella needs the fire that she gets from Edward instead of the lukewarm comfort she gets from Jacob.

It was so f—ing weird how the Twilight books were mirroring my life. If I’m not careful, I would start believing in karma like Rob does. But the whole thing was just so f—ing perfect that it was hard not to think about destiny and soul mates. F—! I sound like a f—ing love psychic!

Out loud I said, “I’m just trying to keep something. If people started asking me if I was dating Taylor, I’d be like ‘F— off!’ I would answer the exact same way.”

I have no idea. I don’t know. I think eternal love exists. It’s really hard for me to answer these life defining questions.

Strangely enough, I probably would’ve answered the question if people hadn’t made such a big deal about it. But I knew the truth would revert in ways that I couldn’t imagine. The most predictable ones would be euphoria from the Robsten believers to accusations of using my revelation to promote The Twilight Saga

I scoffed at the latter. F—ing idiots! I stated firmly about my possible answers to the question of whether Rob and I were in love or not, “Think about every hypothetical situation: ‘Okay, we are. We aren’t. I’m a lesbian.’”

And, I knew a part of me loathed admitting it, but there might be an aspect of Bella and Edward that might also be true of Rob and I.

For me, Bella can’t breathe without Edward, and if she doesn’t have him, she’d rather die. And Edward can’t exist without Bella. He would rather die.

Photo Credits

Photos Courtesy of Harper’s Bazaar
Photos: Mark Seliger
Photos Uploaded from Lainey Gossip

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

A Compilation of Kristen Stewart Quotes I thought it would be interesting to combine the “hard” and “soft” aspects of Kristen Stewart, so what I’ve done is to choose which ones would fit this particular diary entry. Almost all the thoughts in this diary are actual quotations from Kristen Stewart interviews that were culled from three magazines.

Entertainment Weekly
Harper’s Bazaar
Cleo Magazine Singapore

If you wish to read the Cleo Magazine Singapore interview, please visit kstewartsource.com

I’d also like to thank Fitness First Singapore OUB Centre for having Cleo Magazine in the club, available for all possible interested members.

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — A Robert Pattinson Encounter Before the Jackson Rathbone Party

Lorna Lopez — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 16:01:55 +0000

WARNING: Aside from being potentially offensive, reading this with a wild imagination may cause undue heart palpitations and wanton desires, so please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

I was splayed across Rob’s chest. I rose and fell with his harsh breathing. The sensual aftermath left me in a languorous mood that I couldn’t break. All I wanted to do was stay in his arms the whole night, but, we both knew we only had a few minutes left before we have to dash out and be fashionably late for Jackson’s party, which was scheduled at 9.30pm.

His light slap on my rump elicited a groan from me, because I didn’t want to move, and, like all females in the world, meant that I had to get up and prepare, because, predictably, he would take less time than I would.

Manip by Ellashy

I retreated into the bathroom to take a fast shower, making sure to lock the door, since his earlier entrance was what caused our delay in the first place. A shiver ran through me when I remembered how he had stood at the doorway watching me get dressed. His scrutiny made me clumsy, and I stumbled as I stepped into my J Brand Jeans.

Rob had caught me, and before I knew it, we were tumbling across the bed covers, laughing as we undulated in the familiar rhythm of the dance of love, looking into each other’s eyes as our skin scraped deliciously together. Before long, we were both spent with the unexpected but pleasurable encounter. Ordinarily, it would have meant exploring each other in the hours that followed, but, we had promised Jackson we would go to his party, so we had to end the interlude.

After the shower, I hurriedly put on some clothes and facial moisturizer. I glanced at the mirror to check myself. I looked good enough to be out among people. I gave a brief grin and stepped out. My question to Rob as to whether he was ready to go became a gasp of surprise when he suddenly appeared in front of me. I became even more astounded when I realized that he was still in an undressed state.

My bewilderment caused me to be caught unawares as Rob grabbed my arm and twirled me to face the wall. His hands embraced me from behind before descending to the waistband of my jeans. His nimble digits pulled until all the buttons went popping. My disbelief kept me frozen as he pulled the denim and my underpants downwards, and I instinctively obeyed his commanding hand as it pressed against my lower back until my posterior poked out provocatively.

I squealed as he lightly slapped the fleshy globes, reveling in the knowledge that that body part elicited a primitive hunger within Rob. I curved my back even more to bring it into even more prominent display, eliciting a growl from his throat and a satisfied smile to my lips.

But it was my turn to groan as I felt him enter me in a single stroke, and start pounding forcefully, shaking my slight body with his ferocity. I moaned as his warm hands slid under my shirt and cupped my unbound mounds.

Our voices melded with our primordial mating, and, as we raced to our peak, his tones turned guttural, while mine became high-pitched, signaling the near end of this fast and furious coupling. His fingers crushed my flesh as his hips hammered my softness brutally before pulsating its release, causing my inner walls to pulse in response to his relentless throbbing.

While I caught my breath from the unexpected encounter, my trembling hands attempted to arrange my disarrayed clothes into some form of semblance. I submissively let myself be pulled out of the house and into the waiting cab.

However, as we exited the car and into The Players Chophouse where Jackson’s private soiree was going to be held, I couldn’t help the giggles from bubbling from my lips.

I looked down at my jeans, shirt, hoodie and Converse sneakers. Although I could feel a pink flush decorating my cheeks, at least my clothes didn’t betray my lascivious activities earlier. Rob can’t say the same. Two of his shirts were misaligned with buttons carelessly poked into holes, and I shuddered to think what the white splatter was on the left thigh of his black jeans, plus, he had a dissatisfied look that he can’t seem to erase from his face. When he turned at the sound of my soft laughter, I met his disgruntled expression with a wide smirk.

Photo Courtesy of Lainey Gossip
Photo: PUNKD Images

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Thanks ATK reader Ana Lisbeth aka Mrz. Ed. Cullen sent me an email with the Robert Pattinson images.

Is it me, Lorna? Or does Rob looked like he just had a quickie…. Lol. Maybe that’s the reason for the misplaced buttons on his shirt… What do you think? Have you seen these pics? They were taken this Saturday [26 September 2009]. Hope it inspires you to a Robert Pattinson chat or diary… Lol

The Lainey Gossip Report At the time, there wasn’t enough information to spark a diary entry, until I read on Lainey Gossip how Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart attended the Jackson Rathbone soiree on the night this picture was taken. Fortunately, it gave enough details to imagine a situation where an encounter could have possibly occurred, which, to me, was more logical to have happened BEFORE, not during or after, hence, the timing of the fictional entry and a presentation of a possible cause of the Robert Pattinson disarray.

Jackson Rathbone and band 100 Monkeys hosted a private party on Saturday night in Vancouver at the Players Chophouse. It was a well guarded event, not too many leaks, and no paps. Other Twilight cast members present included Kellan Lutz, Julia Jones, Ashley Greene, Chaske Spencer, Elizabeth Reaser, Xavier Samuel, and oh yeah, those other two, the only two most people care about – Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson – were spotted smoking on the patio.

To read more of the details, please visit Lainey Gossip

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Calling Robert Pattinson Husband

Lorna Lopez — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 16:01:53 +0000

WARNING: This post contains language that you may find offensive. Please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

Where the h—l is he? Where the f—k is my husband? Frustrated, I flicked my eyes all over the Eclipse set.

I barely managed to remember the soft kiss that he had given me this morning when he had woken up to go for a makeup test and do some work with the CGI guys. Unlike him, I could stay in bed for a couple of hours longer since my call time for my scenes with Taylor Lautner were set for later.

I tried to pull Rob back to bed, but, he f—ing resisted my efforts with a laugh and a reminder that we’ll see each other in the afternoon when we shoot the Edward Cullen and Bella Swan scene that we had rehearsed earlier with Eclipse director David Slade

Obediently, I had gone back to sleep after one last lingering kiss that he could not refuse me, and then, got up to take a shower a couple of hours later. After finishing my scenes with Taylor, I rushed off the set to the next Eclipse location in search of my husband.

My husband.

Man, I hated to admit it, but, there was, like, a primitive satisfaction in being able to have the right to use the term husband in reference to Rob. Even if it’s just in my f—ing head. I chanted mentally, ‘My husband, my husband, my husband…’

And, the great thing was, I could say the phrase out loud, and, laughingly dismiss it to anyone who asks, like, as part of my characterization for Bella’s engagement to Edward, like some f—ing acting method.

Although our love affair can be totally disguised as part of an act, in reality, it was the real thing. Okay, not the real thing exactly, since we were not engaged or married or anything like that; but, we might as well be since that’s how we felt about each other totally. He’s, like, my husband, and, I’m his wife.

His wife. His wife. Man, that just sounds f—ing amazing for some awesome reason. I wanted to giggle, but, I felt f—ing ridiculous for even thinking these thoughts. I couldn’t help the smile that was twitching at the edge of my lips. I gave up. I let a really big f—ing grin split my face.

One of the crew was passing by, so I asked him, “Hey, have you seen my husband?”

Without a flinch, he replied, “Yeah, Rob’s on his way here. He just got something from his trailer.”

I felt like laughing. Our love affair was, like, an open secret that everybody on the set knew, but, nobody ever talked the f—k about, like a huge f—ing elephant that everybody pretended that they couldn’t see.

I waited eagerly. When I spotted his mop of unruly hair glinting under the afternoon sun, my feet moved towards him of its own f—ing volition. I managed to stop a few feet in front of him. We grinned at each other like f—ing idiots, just feeling happy that we were together again after being apart for several f—ing hours.

Photo Courtesy of Entertainment Weekly
Photo: Michael Muller

Rob murmured under his breath, “Wife…”

I replied softly, “Husband…”

Then we couldn’t help the smiles that threatened to break into loud laughter. I longed to, like, throw myself into his arms and be kissed silly, but, Summit Entertainment had asked us to keep it low until after the release of New Moon, and, we had decided that it was a reasonable request, so we tried to keep out of sight after the f—ing PDA all over LA and Vancouver

Of course, both Rob and I wanted to help in the success of The Twilight Saga franchise, consequently, controlling ourselves became, like, a private game of how to show some f—ing PDA without really being too obvious about it.

For the moment, I settled for a buddy slap of the back of my hand against his tummy so that I had an excuse to touch him.

F—k! My fingers itched to wrap around his neck and pull his lips to mine. Maybe I can do something of the sort. I called out his name softly, “Rob.”

Predictably, he bent his head closer to mine since he assumed that I was about to whisper something. I cupped my hands around his ear as if to do so, when actually, I wanted to shield my actions from the f—ing prying eyes.

With his ear within my oral grasp, I captured the soft fleshy part of his earlobe between my lips and nibbled on it as if it were some delicious morsel. Then I licked the outer curve of his ear before stabbing its interiors with my darting tongue.

Rob yelped and broke away. I immediately pretended to twist his ear to create an excuse for his reddened lobe. His eyes flashed at me, promising a sensual retribution later.

I can’t f—ing wait. I smiled at him.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Robert Pattinson Allegedly Refers to Kristen Stewart as Wife OK! Magazine claims that Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart refer to each other as husband and wife.

“If Kristen is looking for Rob, she’ll say, ‘Has anyone seen my husband?’’’ an insider tells OK!. “And Rob loves to say, ‘Have you met my lovely wife, Kristen?’ It’s cute. They’re like a couple of love-struck teenagers.”

In a 2008 Extra interview (one of the best Robert Pattinson interviews ever), he jokingly admits that he had to get out of the habit of introducing Kristen Stewart as his fiancée, so the leap of referring to KStew as his wife is pretty plausible, with Kristen most probably falling suit. (go to end of video)

Or, OK! Magazine took this quote and made the leap. LOL

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Alleged Request of Summit Entertainment for Discretion OK! also claims that Summit Entertainment has requested its two Twilight stars to keep their relationship under wraps.

Twilight’s producers have told Robsten to keep their love on the down low — at least until after the November release of New Moon, the second film of Stephenie Meyer’s series, in which Bella gets involved with hunky werewolf Jacob Black, played by Taylor Lautner.

It’s all about suspension of disbelief. The studio bosses “fear that if a romance between Rob and Kristen is confirmed,” the insider says, “Twilight fans won’t buy into the screen chemistry between Taylor and Kris.”

I find this claim also plausible because, as I’ve written before, one of the main objectives of New Moon in The Twilight Saga plot is to establish the relationship between Bella Swan and Jacob Black, therefore, stronger ties need to be established on and off screen between Kristen Stewart and Taylor Lautner.

Alleged Engagement of Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart Boyfriend – girlfriend? Fiancé – fiancée? Husband – wife? Who really knows? I personally believe that they made a public announcement of their relationship the morning after at Chateau Marmont, however, as to what level it may be is anyone’s guess.

Thank you Thanks to RobPattzNews for the heads up re the OK! Magazine article.

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Kissing Robert Pattinson at the Kings of Leon Concert

Lorna Lopez — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 22:52:14 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

I inhaled his breath that was laced with Heineken beer and the scent that was uniquely his. Being in such close proximity to Rob, yet not being able to touch or kiss him in the way that I want to, was a torture that I’ve been trying to live with for the past months.

Despite the growing length of time, the agony did not decrease, but, intensified in such a way that became a throbbing ache that can almost bring me to my knees, begging that we forgo the secrecy and do whatever any normal couple would, but, I knew he would resist and say no gently, so, I remained quiet, silently suffering his desirable presence with frustrated ardor.

As we sat beside each other at the Kings of Leon concert in Vancouver, I stared at him hungrily, noting absently the flush that rose from his neck to color the apple of his cheeks with an appealing pink, the alcohol induced skin tones enveloping his features in a mouth-watering haze.

Despite the fact that we were in the middle of thousands of concertgoers, I gave in to my desires. To maintain a measure of privacy, I slid down on my seat until my head was below the balustrade, and then, put up my Converse covered feet on top, hoping that no one can see what I was about to do with my bent over upper body position, with the added precaution of my legs shielding my movements.

I touched his arm to get his attention and, when he turned to look down at me with an inquiring smile, I called out his name softly, knowing he would lower his head to hear me better.

His head now completely covered mine from any inquisitive stare, and, I knew our Eclipse cast mates would figuratively and literally turn their head the other way and completely ignore us in a silent statement to protect both Rob and I.

With his head bent towards my upturned face, my throat clutched his warm breath feverishly, inhaling his exhalations of carbon dioxide as if it were oxygen for my dying lungs. And, in truth, I felt like I was about to die if I did not kiss him right now.

I swiftly clutched his black beanie covered head and pulled him close. I felt him resist, and, I dug my nails into his scalp in an unspoken plea to return my feverish need.

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He gave in to my entreaty, and we kissed ravenously, trying to encapsulate in a moment our vows of love, for we both knew that we have to break apart in a few seconds. I gloried in the feel of his lips against mine, and, I felt every sinew and nerve come to life again at his touch.

As he tenderly disentangled himself from my grasp, I took one last deep inhalation of his breath to fill my love starved being.

Momentarily appeased, I settled for his hand clasping mine in his grasp, yet, a part of me wished ferociously that he would lose his iron clad control and lock his lips with mine again.

Instinctively, my head bent enticingly towards his, in a tempting supplication for his life giving touch to caress my blood plumped lips repeatedly.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Alleged Kissing from Inconclusive Photo As I’ve mentioned before — the photo is not conclusive that Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart are kissing, but, with the angle of Rob’s head and those familiar clutching fingers of Kristen in his hair…

Copying Myself If some phrases sound slightly familiar, it’s because I’ve borrowed a couple of sentences from the very first entry in the category — The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Kissing Robert Pattinson at the 2009 MTV Movie Awards

Help Please with Identification I have no idea where the second photo came from. If you have any lead, please leave a comment with a link so I can add the credits. Thank you very much.

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — On Fire with Robert Pattinson at the Kings of Leon Concert

Lorna Lopez — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 12:54:58 +0000

WARNING: This post contains language and images that you may find offensive. Please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

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Kings of Leon lead singer Caleb commented, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many girls on people’s shoulders. That’s awesome.” As his gaze traveled over the crowd, the indie rocker gave an impish smile, and added, “Distracting, but awesome.”

And then, Caleb launched into the band’s most famous hit — S—x on Fire, and, I felt fluid heat travel to my nether regions as I squirmed on top of Rob’s shoulders, where he had insistently placed me for the last song of the concert, since my diminutive height had me at a disadvantage with the much taller crowd at the Kings of Leon concert in Vancouver on 15 August 2009 at the General Motors Place

Lay where you’re laying, don’t make a sound
I know they’re watching, they’re watching
All the commotion, the kiddie like play
Has people talking, talking

You, your s—x is on fire

I had lain on the bed, impatiently waiting for him to come to me, mewling softly in my wanton need. At his approach, I immediately reached out to haul him closer to my throbbing flesh, my thighs parting eagerly to accept his masculine frame, but, he held himself up by his arms, teasing me to a fever pitch anticipation until I whimpered, “Please, please, Rob…”

The memory of that night had me undulating urgently, pressing my nerve laden feminine mound against his corded neck in an attempt to lessen the flickering fire that was threatening to erupt into a burning flame. I felt him push back rhythmically in response to my silent wail of desire, using the band’s music to cover his hidden service to my hungry hollow.

The dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I’m driving, I’m driving
Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale
Feels like you’re dying, you’re dying

You, your s—x is on fire
Consumed with what’s to transpire

Rob had finally sank his muscled body slowly. I bit him on the shoulder in retaliation for teasing me, and then, my lower limbs immediately imprisoned him against my ravenous clutch, my pelvis grinding against him insistently, desiring his hardness to claim my soft depths, to drive forcefully into me until my breath came in gasps, to thrust powerfully until I was brought to peaks of pleasure.

My internal flames were turning into a blazing inferno, and, the sung lyrics were gales of combustible wind that blew the fire to the skies until it became an out of control conflagration. I rocked vigorously to attain my passion, and then screamed with the crowd as my boiling point reached the high temperatures.

Hot as a fever, rattling bones
I could just taste it, taste it
If it’s not forever, if it’s just tonight
Oh, it’s still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest

You, your s—x is on fire
And you, your s—x is on fire
Consumed with what’s to transpire

My need for him cannot be denied. He must consume the fire that he had stoked to raging intensity. I clawed his cheek and clutched his hair to let him know how the greedy waves of fire had left me famished for his intimate touch, but, not the gentle kind. I wanted to be ravished to the very core by his stroking column of heat, until he and I erupted to release a molten mass of liquid fire.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Written BEFORE Pics Came Out I wrote this before the pics of the Twilight cast at the Kings of Leon concert have been released, so, I have no idea whether there will be actually pics that will fit this fictitious diary entry. I sincerely doubt it though.

Earlier, I had looked up the lyrics to some of the Kings of Leon songs, and, when I got to the S—x on Fire lyrics, well, my fires got stoked. To write.

Kings of Leon Concert Although not sung in the order presented here, these were some of the songs belted out by the Kings of Leon during their concert in Vancouver on 15 August 2009 at the General Motors Place as reported by Vancouver Sun. The comment of Caleb, by the way, was really said by the indie rocker during the concert.

Please click on the links below to read the whole set of lyrics for the songs.

Slow Night So Long

Crawl

Knocked Up

Sex on Fire

Kristen Stewart with Sex on Fire T-shirt A part of me is dearly wishing that Robert Pattinson bought Kristen Stewart a Kings of Leon shirt with the song title Sex on Fire or Knocked Up emblazoned on it. That would be utterly HYSTERICAL!

Thank You My talent lies in stringing words together, and, I am grateful to the Twilighters who are more technically proficient than I, doing things I have no idea how to do, and their ability has helped the effectiveness of this post with the images they have managed to extract from the Twilight DVD.

So, thank you to nyuukimiko for taking stills of the kissing scene from Target’s Twilight DVD (third disc), which contains Bella’s Lullaby Remix music video.

And, thank you LadyDi4476 for the gif file (the moving images of Rob and Kristen kissing). Hot! Hot! Hot!

And thanks again to the invaluable help of ATwilightKiss reader Chi for sending me the links to these images.

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Staying at Chateau Marmont with Robert Pattinson

Lorna Lopez — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 10:35:32 +0000

WARNING: This post contains language that you may find offensive. Please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

“Rob, I don’t think I can do this.”

Marcus had just left. It was already early morning. He had a show later at Hotel Cafe and apologetically said he had to rest.

While he and Rob had been, like, talking animatedly for a couple of hours, catching up like friends do who haven’t seen each other in a while, I couldn’t help the overwhelming fear that had been gnawing in my gut from growing to encompass my whole body.

I slowly reduced from a quiet listener, like, to a f—ing morose mass of paranoia. My mom had just texted me, like, a couple of times to say that we had been seen and the news is already online. With pictures! F—! My skin was crawling with the thought that people knew we were here, in Chateau Marmont, imagining what the f— what!

I knew that Rob and Marcus tried to include me in the conversation, but, like, I just f—ing couldn’t. I couldn’t. I clutched the bottle of Heineken and raised it to my lips, drinking deeply in a f—ing attempt to relax.

The lyrics of the Minor Threat song Out Of Step began to pound in my head.

I can’t keep up,
Can’t keep up
Can’t keep up
Out of step with the world

Cashing in.

Then I dimly heard Marcus saying goodbye, and, I raised my head to reply with a polite smile, and watched him go. A part of me wanted him to stay, so that I could delay the words that I wanted to say.

When Rob had closed the hotel door, I looked away from him and stared out the window as I confessed my uncertainty, “Rob, I don’t think I can do this.”

I felt the couch dip with his weight, then I felt his arms embracing me from behind. F—! I began to blabber, “I just don’t know if I’m ready to do this, Rob. I know, like, we f—ing agreed to do this, but, f—! I’m f—ing scared, man, I’m–”

He turned me around to face him. I clutched him like a spider monkey. He murmured quietly in my ear, “Do you want to call your mom to come and pick you up?”

His ready acquiescence was my undoing. The tears began to flow as I remembered the day that had began with our quiet talk in my house, where he had discussed about how we should take control of the situation and do it on our own terms and not the way others want it to be.

He said he didn’t want to be caught kissing me by some pap, or be in some compromising situation like some schoolboy doing something wrong. He proposed that we make an indirect announcement of our relationship by being seen in the same hotel or venue, where everyone can make the most probable assumptions.

I listened to him in growing horror and fascination. Although I knew he was right, it still didn’t make it the f— easier. This is a f—ing situation that just made me want to scream in frustration and anger. I wanted to f—ing shout to everybody, “Leave me the f— alone! F— off a—-oles!”

But, I knew it was time. More than anything else, the dishonesty was getting to him. I saw how his truthful nature was slowly being tortured by the evasions and half-lies.

We had approached my mom for advice. After hearing us, or, like, more of Rob, she simply said, “How about Chateau Marmont? Everyone goes there. It’s bustling with press, celebrities, agents, managers… And there’s sure to be paps around.”

We had agreed that Rob would go ahead while my mom and I would run errands and then she would drop me off sometime in the afternoon. F—! It’s like my mom and Rob have been hatching this for months! Or they’re on the same f—ing wavelength or something! It’s like the other had barely finished a sentence before the other one adds, like, something! F—!

Now, they’re planning the morning after where I would exit the Chateau Marmont side entrance that all the paps knew so well, and, how Rob should eat out in the patio afterward where the paps can get photos of him so that it’s pretty clear we had both been in Chateau Marmont at the same time. F—!

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Photo: INF

Before I knew it, Rob was striding out the door and my mom was hurrying me to pack something in my backpack so that we could get going.

I had barely wrapped my head around the whole idea when my mom was letting me off at the hospital so that I could sign some stuff for the insurance for Eclipse.

When I exited, the paps were already waiting for me. F—! I quickly entered the dirty pick up truck that my mom was driving, and, released my pent up frustration by giving one of the paps the finger.

As we traversed the LA streets, I plugged my ears with music and began to rock it out when I f—ing caught sight of some paps in a car taking pictures while the pick up was at a stop! F—ing s—t! Couldn’t they give me some, like, f—ing space? Weren’t the f—ing hospital pics enough? And there’s the Chateau Marmont to f—ing contend with! F—, man!

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And then we had sneaked into Bobby Long’s concert and stayed backstage with Marcus, the same way we did when we went to Sam Bradley’s gig in Vancouver. We had tried to exit early, but, I felt the warmth of a flashbulb as I hurried to where Rob was talking to the cab driver.

As the memories continued to fuel the sobs heaving my slight frame, Rob held my trembling body gently, caressing my back continuously in comforting strokes.

After some time passed, the tears abated to hiccups and finally to soft breathing, and, I realized that I didn’t want to leave. I just wanted to stay in his arms. And, whatever happened, I knew he would be right there beside me. We’ll do this together. Like a couple. Like some f—ing modern Romeo and Juliet. I gave a derisive snort through my watery nose.

I lifted my head from his chest and hit him lightly. “I am so not kissing you at The Teen Choice Awards.”

His eyes lit up and he grinned unrepentantly. “We’ll see. Don’t you owe me one for the non-kiss at the MTV?”

The thought of all those people staring while we kissed made me cringe. “I am NOT kissing you! And that’s final!”

“Whatever you say, love.”

I looked at him suspiciously. Rob had a Cheshire cat grin on his face that I didn’t trust.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Why Chateau Marmont Chateau Marmont is a high profile place in Los Angeles. It’s a good location to be seen in. From celebrity interviews to press conferences to night caps, the venue is a bustling place of activity that should be avoided when you want privacy. Therefore, its choice as a sleepover is suspect, in a nice way.

I’d like to think that Robert Pattinson, who once expressed his ambition to be a spin doctor, persuaded lady love Kristen Stewart to take charge of the spinning out of control situation with him by being “caught” at a highly conspicuous venue, thus, indirectly announcing the existence of a romantic relationship between them.

I find that I like that idea VERY MUCHO! Go Rob! Go Kristen! Do this the way you want to!

Other Details on 06 August 2009 and More I’ve inserted other details such as the confirmed LA airport sighting of Robert Pattinson, the alleged Robert Pattinson house visit, the running of errands by Kristen Stewart with her mom, the confirmed sighting of Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart at the Bobby Long concert, and the morning after detail of Kristen Stewart being photographed exiting the Chateau Marmont, and Robert Pattinson caught at the Chateau Marmont patio restaurant.

The Marcus Foster gig on 07 August 2009 is real, and the Twilight pair had already been spotted attending the concert.

Thanks Thanks to KStew411 for the YouTube link.

Thanks to TwiFans for the link to the Robsten sighting at the Marcus Foster concert.

Thanks to ATK reader bellacullen for the Minor Threat lyrics for Out Of Step

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Getting Jealous Over Robert Pattinson Ex Girlfriend

Lorna Lopez — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 18:54:52 +0000

WARNING: This post contains language that you may find offensive. Please use your own discretion.

Video Courtesy of Entertainment Weekly

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

Sh—t! I knew I made a mistake, like, the moment Rob made the joke about the Bella and Jacob friendship breakup scene as his favorite scene too, like, after Taylor and I said it was our favorite scene during the New Moon San Diego press con on 23 July 2009.

My brain tried to compose a great witty comment that would also include him, but, I just got tongue-tied. F—k!

Later, Ashley, Taylor, Rob and I were in the Entertainment Weekly Comic Con booth for an exclusive interview, and, I was, like, a bit relieved when the reporter asked Rob and I to elaborate on our answers why New Moon is our favorite book. It was, like, a great opportunity to fix that f—ing awkward moment.

Aside from mentioning Bella, I made sure to speak about Edward too, so that I can cite the reconciliation scene, and, like, indirectly refer to Rob since it involved his character, and concluded with “It’s the one that affected me the most.”

And then, I quietly clasped my hands in between my knees and listened as Rob began to speak in a very low and melodious voice.

“My sort of opinion of the whole series, of the relationship between Bella and Edward, I mean, I always saw her as… You know, the thing that I was relating to, the thing that I was trying to draw from…”

I lifted my head, incredulous at where I think he was going. F—k! He wasn’t! F—k! The only thing he can draw from for the break up and/or reconciliation scene that he can admit to publicly is his past three-year relationship! F—k! My eye caught the EW TV monitor and I motioned towards it to Ashley while Rob continued his answer.

“You know, when you’re a guy, you find yourself becoming, or, being so in love with someone…”

F—k! In love with someone! F—k! I purposely made my disturbance bigger. Our movements completely threw him off as I intended and he growled, “What?!”

We all laughed at his annoyance and I teased him, “You were on a roll. I think you should keep going…” Unfortunately, he took me at my word and continued the same, like, line of thought.

“You find yourself, like, in love with someone, or something…”

F—k! What will it take to, like, deviate him?!? I started another half-whispered conversation with Ashley about Alice’s wedding ring on her finger.

“And, you know, you start to see too much of yourself, you become too aware of yourself… Shut up!”

As the laughter died down from his frustrated demand, I hang my head low. I know what I was doing seemed mean, but…I didn’t want to hear anything about his f—ing past relationship! He’s the kind of guy, who, like, commits, and, to hear him talk about his feelings for another girl at this time when I felt so, like, f—ing vulnerable… And, we, like, haven’t seen each other in f—ing weeks! F—k! I can’t f—ing stand it!

I raised my head and, like. covered my mouth with my hand as I stared at him, and made sure the camera couldn’t catch my expression. I tried to penetrate his focused speech with a forbidding gaze.

“And he starts to… I can’t concentrate anymore…”

We all dissolved into laughter at his loss of concentration, but, Rob still wasn’t done with his, like, rambling and dangerously painful answer.

“You get so obsessed with how you think you’re not good enough anymore because you keep elevating the other person higher and higher…”

I chose to deliberately misunderstand him, and referred to Edward and Bella with, like, a pointed yet dismissive tone, “Neither of them think they’re worthy.”

Rob finally caught on and began to refer to the characters again. “But, Bella’s like the one who can, like, handle that stuff. And Edward is just an idiot, and, New Moon is like…”

Now, he’s just plain rambling. I scratched my head in impatience for him and the Entertainment Weekly interview to end. This was a living nightmare that has to, like, end NOW. As in f—ing now!

“The only time where he… In Twilight, he thinks he’s an absolute…”

I turned my head to look at Ashley. Rob immediately noticed it and exhaled noisily in exasperation, “This is why whenever anyone asks if we have chemistry in the cast, you know what it is? It’s like…complete animosity.”

I goaded him, “Yeah, right.”

Then there was that, like, infectious laughter.

I read on the net a word that the fans used to describe Rob. It was so apt. He was an adorable sometimes insensitive dork. Adorkable. I loved it.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes Oh man, I was totally sniggering when I watched the Entertainment Weekly video! Try to spot the moments I’ve described in this diary entry. And, make sure to view the video till the very end…

Of course, Kristen could be just plain impatient with Rob’s rambling, but, I found it interesting at the points at which she chose to distract him.

Another possible explanation is Kristen might have been afraid that Rob might inadvertently reveal something really personal (like between the two of them?). The jealousy angle is more fun though.

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Comforting Handsie from Robert Pattinson

Lorna Lopez — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 11:58:00 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

I had almost said, “Are you f—ing kidding me?” when the press guy had, like, asked about our chemistry off screen when they had already been requested not to ask any personal questions.

It was the end of the questions, but, the press had requested for more photos even after we had already posed for the cameras before the press con began. We had to oblige.

I was crawling in my own skin. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry from frustration. I looked upward to control myself. As my chest constricted in a dry silent sob, I pulled my shirt away from my chest. It felt like the soft cotton was hardening and squeezing the breath out of me.

The lyrics of the Minor Threat song Out Of Step began to pound in my head.

I can’t keep up,
Can’t keep up
Can’t keep up
Out of step with the world

Cashing in.

Then I felt his hand on my lower back where my Minor Threat shirt met my jeans. The warmth from his palm against the strip of bare skin was, like, comforting. Even without my saying anything, Rob had known what a toll the press conference had taken on me. I loathed these things with a passion.

Earlier, he had also tried to tease me out of my tension by sliding his hand across my covered forearm as it stretched out towards Taylor Lautner. The short comforting stroke had me, like, looking down for a second from being overwhelmed by a surge of strong emotion.

As the moderator announced the start of the press conference, I sneaked a grateful glance at Rob.

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Rob will always be there for me. He’s going to watch out for me and keep me safe. The knowledge, like, filled me with a relief I couldn’t explain.

Instinctively, I leaned towards his comforting warmth. I wanted to snuggle closer, but, I stopped myself because I knew the rumors would, like, go haywire; but, I couldn’t help my fingers from clutching his shirt like a child with a silent demand, ‘Don’t go. Stay here always.’

Photo Courtesy of RadarOnline.com
Photo: Film Magic

When the photographers, like, asked for an exchange in position, I was suddenly filled with panic when his towering presence left my side. I swallowed a protest as the loss of Rob filled me with a cold stricken void.

As soon as he was on my right, I didn’t stop myself this time. I immediately went closer and luxuriated in the comfort of his reassuring heat.

Everything is going to be alright as long as Rob is beside me.

Photo Credits

Except where otherwise indicated, all photos are courtesy of Just Jared Jr.
Credit: Richie Buxo; Photos: SplashNewsOnline

Thanks to team robsten on facebook for the edited image (third from top), rachael for the pic link, and ATK readers Jasmine and G for the heads up.

Note that the last photo was flipped.

Thanks to ATK reader hmmm? for the vid link to the press conference.

Thanks to ATK reader bellacullen for the Minor Threat lyrics for Out Of Step

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Robert Pattinson Plays Naughty Handsie at the 2009 MTV Movie Awards

Lorna Lopez — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 00:46:57 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

I purposely put on a bland face as the other members of the Twilight cast and creative staff gathered backstage before the press right after winning the Best Movie Award at the 2009 MTV Movie Awards.

Although I could feel the heat of his gaze, I didn’t dare to look at him.

I could still feel the guilt coursing through me for not kissing him earlier during the show as we had originally agreed upon, bailing out at the last second, or, more accurately, a couple of minutes before our names were announced as the winners of the Best Kiss award.

When I felt his hand on my waist, I was relieved, thinking that he had partially forgiven me.

Yet, I was wrong about his motives. I realized in an instant he was there to punish me for my transgression.

I bit back a gasp as the tips of his fingers delicately traced my sensitive spine from my waist to my lower back, and traveled through the receptive flesh repeatedly with increasing ardor.

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With the finesse of a long time musician, he played my responsive nerves like a fine instrument, alternately thrumming them like guitar strings before pressing with the pads of his fingers as if he were playing the piano.

I could feel the heat enveloping my porcelain skin, a willing traitor to his sensual ministrations, betraying my reaction to anyone who cared to look.

I lifted a trembling hand to partially shield my face and the pink flush that was draping across its thin surface. In response, he went even closer behind my back to hide even better his impudent hand that was bringing me so much pleasure.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him looking at the side with perfect nonchalance, in seeming innocence that was in direct contrast with his devilish activities.

Photo by Jason Merritt/Getty Images

He knew my weakness, damn him! My breathing became shallow as he continued to torture me to my secret ecstasy. My eyes lidded over in response to his continued sinuous movements. Even though I could not see it, I could imagine the satisfied half-smile on his face as I couldn’t hide the intermittent quivers of my excited body.

Photo by Jason Merritt/Getty Images

I squeezed my lower limbs together as his tantalizing digits caused tingling sensations to spread from my spine to every fragment of my famished flesh, for every delicate caress from his fingertips were like hammering and pummeling that my masochistic body craved, for my true hunger lay deep within that could not possibly be quenched at the moment.

As I heard him make small talk with Peter, I inwardly cursed him, ‘Damn him, damn him to hell!’

UPI Photo Jim Ruymen Photo via Newscom

Then the tormenting hand was suddenly gone, yet, the throbbing hunger remained. I turned towards him with the intent of demanding for the return of the painful pleasure, but, thankfully, my angel of reason clamped down on my hedonistic demon.

UPI Photo Jim Ruymen Photo via Newscom

Still, I was in agony even though my persecutor had released me from his whips of amusement. Desire was throbbing through every artery. Liquid fire was flowing out through every pore. Sensual yearning was licking its way through every covetous nerve.

I did the only thing I could under the unbearable circumstances.

I screamed in frustration.

UPI Photo Jim Ruymen Photo via Newscom

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes When I saw a new batch of pictures from the 2009 MTV Movie Awards that included the last picture of Kristen Stewart with her mouth wide open as if screaming, it made me grin.

Then a naughty comment from ATwilightKiss reader Chi came to mind, and then, I remembered other pics from the press room, and, as I looked at them I remembered the infamous “coming” scene from the classic romantic comedy When Harry Met Sally, and a naughty Kristen Stewart diary was born.

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Robert Pattinson Kisses Emilie de Ravin in Remember Me

Lorna Lopez — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 20:00:57 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

WARNING: This post contains language that you may find offensive. Please use your own discretion.

I bit my lip. I knew it was stupid to delay looking at the photos. I was even berating myself for even wanting, no, needing to look at the moment I’ve been dreading for, like, months now.

I exhaled a mocking laugh. Because I was a stupid idiot, that’s why. I didn’t want to see Rob, like, kissing somebody else, yet, I was drawn to inspect the deed like some… I didn’t want to finish the thought.

The monsters gently yipped in encouragement.

I steeled myself and flicked my eyes towards the first image. F***!

I was so agitated I had to stand and pace in my room. I brushed the palm of my hand across my mouth. I was taken aback to find my lips were trembling. I crushed the tremors with my hand. F***! F***! F***!

Sympathetic murmurs came from the monsters.

I gritted my teeth and forced my feet to move back towards the computer. I told myself that it was just acting. Just acting. Just acting. Just acting.

It didn’t work. I felt the tears prick my eyes. I swung my head up to stare at the ceiling, willing the wetness to recede. F***!

Without looking, I clicked to the next one. I noisily exhaled and made my eyes glance at the screen.

Okay, at least they weren’t kissing, but the snuggling wasn’t, like, great either. I clicked.

I breathed out the trapped air that I was unaware I was holding in. Now they looked like a couple of professional actors who were waiting for the next take.

I felt the crushing tightness in my chest release a little bit. I also realized I was grinding my teeth and clenching my jaw. I tried to relax my balled fists. Click.

F***! How did she get to the other side? Did the director tell her to roll on top of Rob? Or were they improvising? F***! I knew too well where improvising can get you!

Did Rob let Emilie slide in between his legs? Did their hips press against each other? Did she caress his bare calves with her feet? Were they kissing the whole time? Did she let her lips linger on every part of his face? Were they inhaling each other’s breath? F***!

I angrily clicked to go to the next image.

F***ing sh*t! She was half-naked with just a bikini top! F***! F***!

Dimly I noted that she wasn’t that big chested like me. The observation made me feel better in some, like, primitive section of my brain.

I barked out a laugh. Yeah, right, and only Rob’s shirt separated their bare skin from touching and sliding across each other!

I also hated the fact that they looked good together! F***!

F*** him! F*** him to f***ing h*ll! He f***ing looked like he was f***ing enjoying himself! F*** him!

The monsters roared their livid fury!

Then I heard another sound. My writhing brain realized I was moaning wretchedly as I slowly bent over in half to contain the pain that was tearing me apart.

F***! I have another The Runaways rehearsal tomorrow with Joan and there was no f***ing way I was going to let my voice be cr*ppy! This stupid crying jag is gonna tear up my vocal cords. No f***ing way!

I allowed myself one last self-pitying moan, and then I forced all the burning images to go up in smoke. I slowed my breathing and closed my eyes.

The monsters hummed a soft lullaby to lull me to sleep.

Photo Credits

Photos Courtesy of Just Jared
Photos: SplashNewsOnline, Pacificcoastnewsonline

Photos Courtesy of Just Jared Jr.
Credit: PPNY / GSNY; Photos: SplashNewsOnline, PacificCoastNewsOnline

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Getting Possessive of Robert Pattinson in Italy

Lorna Lopez — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 03:06:26 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

My stomach was a knotted mass of nerves. New Moon director Chris Weitz had just instructed me to let him know if I wanted my stunt double to take over some of the scenes when Bella’s back was to the camera, thus, making it unnecessary for me to do some of the stunts since my face won’t be seen.

I barely managed to control the snarl that threatened to snap the head off of my director, who had only been thinking of my welfare when he made the offer.

The thought of anybody else doing what I’m tirelessly doing now sent a massive surge of hostility through my body that I was ready to physically assault anyone who would actually attempt to stop me.

The monsters yipped in approval.

As I waited for the cue for action, I spied the chiseled body of Rob in the distance, and, an overwhelming sense of possessiveness overtook my being. Robert Pattinson was mine and mine alone. No one is going to get within an inch of that body except me.

As the clapper counted down to action, my heart began beating faster, and then I sprang into a sprint that had the blood pounding in my limbs, fueling my furious dash that would soon lessen the distance between us.

I flung myself wildly into his arms, clasping him around the neck, my legs clamping his, anchoring myself against his whole frame, my frantic actions born from the urgency of the scene itself and the cruel truth that Rob and I would soon part in reality.

I stifled the harsh breathless sobs that yearned to subdue my body to a wilting mass of despondency.

The monsters howled.

To fight the yawning black certainty, I focused on Rob’s hands grasping me firmly by the waist, his chest crushing my breasts, and the hardness of his thigh pressing between mine, scraping my feminine center in a burning fire that only got inflamed as I sensuously slid down his leg.

I raised myself on my toes, avidly seeking the lips that have been mine for more than a year, lips that I have to dole out to some other woman until they become mine again.

The nightmare of the soon to be fact made me feverish in my desire to lengthen the joining of our mouths in a hungry melding of cavernous desire that longed to be filled with the overflowing and pounding rhythm of mating.

As we reluctantly broke apart, I was grateful for the gentle cradle of Rob’s arms as he held me softly against him in the aftermath of our explosive encounter.

I tiredly ran my hand through my hair as I prepared myself mentally to go through the same physical and emotional torture that I had chosen to subject myself to for the whole day.

But I was decided. Only I was going to touch, hold, caress, and mold myself against Robert Pattinson. Only I. He was mine…

The monsters sanctioned my decision with raucous roars.

Photo Credits

Photo Courtesy of Socialite Life
Photo Credit: Splash News Online

Photos Courtesy of Popsugar
Photo Credit: INFDaily.com and Splash News Online

Photos Uploaded from twifans.com and germandolls and fanpop.com

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Kristen Stewart Gets Possessive of Robert Pattinson in Italy I based this fictitious diary entry on a previous post where I gleefully made a theory.

Oh. Oh! Oh!!! Did the thought of anybody else getting near the chiseled body of Robert Pattinson fill you with such green-eyed torment that you would do anything to prevent it? Like tiring yourself out repeatedly numerous times for numerous camera angles? Ooohhhh…

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — A Distant Robert Pattinson

Lorna Lopez — Tue, 26 May 2009 07:19:09 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

Photo Courtesy of Just Jared Jr.
Credit: Venturini; Photo: BauerGriffinOnline

Foolish stupid girl, I berated myself. I looked down at my bare shoulder blue mini-dress and mocked my decision to wear it.

Wearing dresses is an anomaly for me. I’m more of the jeans shirt type of girl. But, I wanted to wear a dress today, because, and I ridiculed my own motivations, I wanted to look pretty and feminine for Rob. There, I’ve admitted it.

I vowed to stuff the remaining dresses that I had brought to the very bottom of my suitcase. I derided the dreams I had of wearing them while in romantic Italy.

The monsters yipped in protest.

I wouldn’t be so contemptuous of myself if there had been a recognition or a visible effect of my vain yet ineffective efforts on Rob. Instead of an appreciative or admiring look or compliment, I got a friendly hello with barely a flicker of the tenderness and warmth that had been present between us when we were in Vancouver.

And, now, there was a length of distance between Rob and I as we walked around the Montepulciano sights, a physical manifestation of the detached nature of our meeting after almost a week-long separation when Rob went to the 2009 Cannes Film Festival, while I stayed behind in Vancouver to continue shooting for New Moon.

I’m not sure exactly what I was hoping for, but, it was definitely not this.

My self-inflicted mental flagellation was cut short as a group of Twilight Italian moms requested for a photo, I was relieved of the dark tint of my shades that hid my suddenly blurry eyes that were welling up with tears.

I knew that Ash had noticed the distance, but, kept quiet about it. I was grateful that she didn’t say anything, but at the same time, I could feel her concerned gaze turning towards me from time to time.

The monsters added their sympathy with their low growls.

The next day, as we met with the production team and went over the four day shooting schedule, I allowed myself to enjoy the Italian sun by wearing cut off jean shorts and sleeveless layered tops, and with my hair up in a ponytail, following my earlier resolution not to wear dresses for the moment.

However, as the meeting wore on and the discussion went to the plans for unexpected weather changes while shooting the exterior scenes, Rob’s friendly demeanor mangled my vulnerable emotions.

Rob’s continued absorption with the details of the shooting schedule cannot be faulted, yet, his seeming indifference to my presence pressed heavily on my chest, forcing my breath to come in shallow gasps.

We were right across from each other, sharing the same table, yet worlds apart as if there was a yawning abyss of space between us. I looked down to hide the helpless wetness brimming in my eyes.
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I could feel my face crumpling under the pressure of my surging anguish, but, I forced myself to look up when my name was called.

After the short conversation with the assistant director, I kept my face resolutely averted for a moment to collect myself, biting my lip while I tried to stem the pain that was threatening to crush me in its wake.

Finally, the interminable meeting ended, but, my torment continued as we stopped to pose with Twilight fans, my body feeling the heat emanating from his as we stood near each other. The sight of a casually slung arm of a fan across Rob’s shoulders even brought a throbbing ache, knowing that even that most casual of touches was denied to me.

Outside the restaurant, Rob was surrounded by more Twilight fans, which effectively separated me from his side. I observed with a pang how he didn’t even seem to notice my absence.

My throat choked with tears and there was a devastating tightness to my heart that would not abate.

I turned my back on the excited throng and walked away, a solitary figure that was soon swallowed by the darkening streets.

Distressed howls erupted from the monsters’ throats.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

The Privacy Decision I would have dismissed the distance and seeming aloofness as a mutual decision in response for the need for privacy, except pictures 5-7 (from the top) brought me up short. It reminded me of the same expressions on Kristen’s face during the MTV Awards (go to 1:23).

But, please be reminded that there are always surprises on the Robsten rollercoaster ride. There are upcoming twists and turns for sure. Plus, please remember that this Kristen Stewart diary entry is a work of FICTION.

Video Edited by crisp09

Thank You A humongous thank you to ATwilightKiss reader Karen for once again listening to my pleas to upload the pictures. I think majority are from mrpattinson.com, with the exception of the first two images. Thank you to the sites for posting the pictures.

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Pining for Robert Pattinson

Lorna Lopez — Wed, 20 May 2009 18:42:20 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

Despite the hazy sunlight, it was night for me. Darkness embraced my existence. There was no relief from the despair.

Despondency dogged my every step. Desolation permeated my very soul.

The monsters mewled softly in sympathy.

The days were endless. Every hour was an interminable period of torture. Every second was a ceaseless moment in a never ending cycle of suppressed anguish.

The sound of his voice has the lure of a siren call. The thought of being bonded, even for just a few minutes, made me reach greedily for my mobile phone.

The monsters perked up in anticipation.

The only answer was Rob’s recorded voice.

Yet, I repeatedly called, just to hear his beloved inflections, uncaring of the seeming foolishness of my actions…

Finally, I consoled myself with the memory of wrapping a leather cord around his neck, a golden shark tooth and ring dangling from its knotted grasp, symbols of how love has initially made a minute almost invisible bite that spread like venom until we were both reeling from its swirling intoxicating effects forevermore.

And now, both lay over his beating heart, an everlasting circle and pointed tip glistening darkly against his warm flushed skin.

The monsters whined faintly…

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Kristen Stewart Is Not Acting No, Kristen Stewart is NOT acting as Bella Swan when Edward Cullen left. She’s just in a naturally morose state. Dare we say it might be due to the absence of a certain gentleman by the name of Robert Pattinson who has wrapped his New Moon Vancouver shoot and had to leave for the 2009 Cannes Film Festival just the day before these pictures were taken?

Thanks to ATwilightKiss readers Vic01 and Chi for the heads up regarding the morose state of Kristen Stewart.

The Leather Necklace fabsugar.com relates how the Twilight star became enamored of a golden shark tooth.

Twilight’s Robert Pattinson recently went gaga over Finn jewelry’s pavé diamond shark’s tooth necklace at a photo shoot. The stylist on set was wearing said necklace and Pattinson ended up buying an 18-karat gold version on a leather cord. Other manly men who dig Finn’s sharky bling: Liev Schreiber and Brad Pitt.

Thank you to ATwilightKiss reader twi_lover for the fabulous investigative skills as to the source of the necklace and how Robert came about owning one.

Thanks to ATK readers guinevere and chi, a ring was spotted also dangling from the leather cord, which has raised the question – Is Robert Pattinson Wearing A Promise Ring from Kristen Stewart

Photo Credits All the Kristen Stewart Photos are:
Courtesy of Lainey Gossip
Photo: PUNKD Images

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Marrying Robert Pattinson

Lorna Lopez — Mon, 18 May 2009 16:01:15 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

“Will you marry me?”

The word yes hovered on my lips.

The monsters roared their refusal of the marriage proposal, making me pause in confusion…

A vision of a church aisle emerged in my waking dream. Instead of the traditional groom by the altar, it was the bride waiting in eager anticipation of her soon to be husband walking down the aisle.

Then I realized that I was the smiling bride, dressed in all the trappings for a wedding ceremony.

The end of the aisle was shrouded in a mist that birthed a man striding confidently towards me. I strained impatiently to see my fiancé.

My curiosity peaked when I realized his features were amorphous, a blank canvas that demanded the brushes of my heart’s true longing.

I gasped as my inner yearnings painted the face of my deepest desires.

Photo Courtesy of Just Jared
Photo: John Shearer/WireImage

I blinked, unaware that tears had fallen from my stricken eyes.

The monsters purred in satisfaction.

“I hope those are tears of happiness.”

Mike’s teasing words brought me back to the reality of a beautiful diamond ring sitting prettily in its box. I focused on its brilliant facets, its cut surface catching the glimmer of the lit candles on our romantically set table in a small private corner of the restaurant.

I raised my guilt-ridden eyes and murmured, “Mike…”

His stiffened. He could already see the reluctant rejection on my face. Mike looked down, hiding the pain that was gripping his whole body in its torturous clutch.

I put my hand consolingly over his in a silent supplication for his forgiveness.

Mike immediately slid his hand away from under mine. He carefully closed the ring box and put it back in his coat pocket.

After a strained silence that threatened to drown us in a distraught flood of unsaid queries and doubts, Mike’s wounded voice attempted to speak sedately, “Shall we go?”

I could only nod my head in affirmation.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

The Alleged Proposal transworldnews.com writes of an alleged proposal for Kristen Stewart from Michael Angarano, upon which this fictitious story is based on.

“Kristen Stewart has reportedly turned down a marriage proposal from boyfriend Michael Angarano. A source claims the actor proposed on the Vancouver set of the Twilight sequel New Moon, but Stewart, who has been linked to co-star Robert Pattinson, refused.”

Thanks to ATwilightKiss readers robsten and jethsy for the link.

Romantic Setting The romantic setting of the supposed proposal is based on an allegation from Lainey Gossip that Mike whisked Kristen for a private tryst.

Michael arranged for accommodation at a different hotel, with an open ocean view, and [he and Kristen] were able to escape for a day from the crowds waiting outside [her hotel] all the time.

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — The Scent of Robert Pattinson

Lorna Lopez — Sun, 17 May 2009 16:01:04 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

Gone. He was already gone.

The monsters pitifully howled.

I was in torment without him. It was already past midnight and I couldn’t sleep with the thought that I wouldn’t be seeing Rob the next day, or any of the immediate succeeding days.

I clawed the pillow in my anguish and stuffed it against my face in an attempt to silence the scraping screams that choked my throat in a cesspool of suppressed tears and shrieks.

Then I threw the pillow aside as I leaped to my feet and scampered in the darkness towards the closet. I hurriedly slid the doors open and frantically shoved the clothes aside to reach the very end, where I grabbed a hanger with its two pieces of clothing.

As I buried my face in its familiar scent, I closed my eyes and let the memories wash over me.

10 April 2009 – Lainey Gossip
Photo: PunkD Images

Photo Courtesy of Popsugar
Photo: Splash News Online
Photo Uploaded from ATwilightKiss Reader Karen

Photo Uploaded from Celebuzz
Photo: Splash News Online

As the chest wrenching sobs shook my slender frame, I struggled out of my nightclothes and slid into Rob’s white shirt and blue plaid, clothes that I had “borrowed” from him and had no intention of returning.

The comfort of his scent enveloped me as I huddled on the bed, curling my legs under so that every sliver of my skin can be wrapped in the same material that had once encased his body.

The monsters whimpered in commiseration.

As the early morning sun rose over the mountains, I drifted off to sleep, the dried tears from the night streaking the pale pallor of my cheeks.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Robert Pattinson a Wrap on the New Moon Set Supposedly, Rob has already wrapped his last scene on the Vancouver New Moon set. Lainey Gossip reports.

Today, [15 May 2009], is Pattinson’s final day on the set of New Moon barring any crazy cataclysmic setback. They’ve had to postpone these scenes due to weather, now must rush him through the shoot to get him out on schedule.

Heath Ledger in Brokeback Mountain I based the concept on the heart wrenching scene of Heath Ledger in Brokeback Mountain.

The Alleged Blue Plaid Shirt of Robert Pattinson Aside from the blue plaid shirt of Rob that was allegedly worn by Kristen Stewart, I have added to the story the white shirt of Rob, since it is directly against his skin, and will probably carry his scent more strongly. However, please be reminded that this is a work of FICTION.

Photo Uploaded from Just Jared
Photo: BauerGriffinOnline

The Alleged Move to the Hotel of Robert Pattinson Moreover, Lainey Gossip speculates regarding a change of hotel for Kristen Stewart

Kristen was staying at a different hotel from Pattinson for most of the shoot. It’s a popular hotel for celebrities in Vancouver but it’s wide open access. Pattinson’s hotel has several exits and he would also get picked up in an underground parkade, far from the stalkers. Around the time of the New Moon cast party however, Stewart switched to Pattinson’s, supposedly so that she could get away from the twi-hards. You twi-hards are free to draw your own other conclusions.

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Becoming Possessive of Robert Pattinson

Lorna Lopez — Mon, 11 May 2009 14:22:31 +0000

A Fictitious Tale That Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

I knew Rob and I were being rude by staying out in the restaurant’s patio during the New Moon Wrap Party and Eclipse Kick-Off Party at the Blue Water Cafe in Vancouver, but, I was a desperate woman with numbered days.

I was haunted by every second that passed, for each moment drew Rob and I closer to the end of the New Moon shoot, at which point both he and I have to go our separate ways for eight eternal weeks without seeing each other.

The monsters whispered, compounding my pain…

The thought troubled me so much I grabbed every opportunity to be with him, even staying out in the cold, sitting beside him on the patio’s floor, talking about anything and everything, letting the semi-darkness of the night enfold us in our own little cocoon.

Photo Uploaded from bauergriffinonline.com
Photo: by DZILLA/AH

In a few hours, I have to let him go because he has to fly to Los Angeles for a day, but, just the idea of that short period apart made me want to cling to the hands of time and force them to go slower.

The patio doors suddenly opened.

We broke apart and then relaxed when we saw that it was Ashley again with Charlie, the actor who’s going to play Demetri in New Moon.

After exchanging some small talk about the Eclipse director, David Slade, Ashley tried to persuade us for the second time to come back in and join the New Moon cast and creative staff, but, every fiber of my being just wanted to have this interlude with Rob last as long as possible.

Sensing my reluctance, Rob politely refused. Undeterred, Ashley promised to come back as she and Charlie retreated into the heated interiors.

I looked up and saw Rob looking down at me with a small smile on his lips, and then he started talking about his upcoming film.

I barely listened as I huddled closer to Rob for warmth. I luxuriated in the feel of his body pressing lightly against my side. My irises turned to a satisfied shade from seeing that our lengths were joined from shoulder to hip to ankle.

A feeling of possessiveness overtook me. I let my eyes wander over him with a raw desire that was unsettling with its sudden onset. When my possessive scrutiny finally settled on his face, his lips drew my attention like a magnet, those same lips that have been mine alone for the past year.

I was hungry for his mouth. I craved for his lips to be against mine. I wanted to devour him. I lightly clawed the side of his cheek in my exploding desire. I slid my fingers through his hair so that I could clasp the back of his neck to urge him to press himself harder against me. I was a molten mass of ravenous yearning. I coveted the consummate culmination of a coupling.

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The monsters spun the whirling emerald waters…

And then I was besieged with torment with the realization that those lips were going to be kissing somebody else in his next film. As an actor, I knew it’s part of the job, I have done it myself, but, my irrational primitive side screamed voicelessly in anguish.

I could barely control my distress at the notion. I went through the motions of listening and responding at the right moments, barely aware of the words that were coming out of my mouth, barely registering that Ashley, Charlie and other New Moon cast members had come out on the patio a couple of times, barely conscious of the time as a swarm of unknown faces fed my waves of jealousy.

Before I knew it, the cast was being herded out of the Blue Water Cafe, and, as we exited the gates, I bit my lip in concentration, a half-formed wild idea beginning to take shape.

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Photo: Splash News Online

Rob and I entered the open limo hurriedly, going to the other end as far away from the open door as possible to escape the intruding cameras.

As we sat across from each other, our legs met in a familiar joined position. However, as the flashbulbs continued to light up the car’s interiors instead of being blocked by a shut door, Rob turned his head and said jokingly to the driver who was holding the door open, “Are we in the right vehicle?”

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Photo: Splash News Online

When the bulbs continued to flash, Rob began to realize the compromising position we were in, and he made a move to disentangle his legs from mine.

A silent howl at the unintended rejection ripped through me, and I fiercely clamped his leg between mine.

The monsters growled their encouragement of my dominating move.

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Photo: Splash News Online

Rob looked at me questioningly, a concerned look gleaming from his eyes. I knew I must look a bit half-crazed, but, I had a compelling impulse driving me. I wanted to declare to the whole world that Robert Pattinson is mine. It started with a soundless whisper that soon turned into a noiseless snarl, “Mine. Mine. Mine! Mine! Mine!!!”

The monsters howled in unison with my snarls.

Photo Uploaded from Celebuzz
Photo: Splash News Online

Not understanding, but, picking up on my wordless commanding plea, Rob made a few jerky movements in his confusion then settled down to comply with my wishes to let our limbs continue to be woven together.

Photo Uploaded from Celebuzz
Photo: Splash News Online

My agitated breathing became calmer and my pounding heartbeat slowed…

As I looked in the cameras’ direction, I knew that I had deliberately opened a Pandora’s box…

The monsters scrambled over each other in their eagerness to push the lid wide open…

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Photo: Splash News Online

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Dramatic License For purposes of drama, selective information and creativity have been employed to tell this work of FICTION. Reading with a tongue in cheek humor may increase your enjoyment.

Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart Stayed in the Patio Twilighter vancityallie.com, the same lady who suffered the freezing cold for five hours to catch the Cullens on the New Moon set, observes the Twilight couple and expresses her surprise.

“Rob spent a LOT of time outside on the patio with Kristen. Charlie Bewley and Ashley Greene would join them from time to time, but they surprisingly spent a lot of time sitting very close together in the corner of the patio smoking for most of the night. This is not some “gossip site” making it up… I saw it with my own eyes.”

Smoking Ban in Vancouver Incidentally, the photos of Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart smoking in the patio may get the Blue Water Cafe into trouble.

“Effective 01 April 2008, smoking will also be banned on outdoor patios in Vancouver, a move that puts pressure on the restaurant sector, where the owners will face fines of up to $2,500 if they are found to be not enforcing the laws.

“They have the right to refuse service to people who don’t comply with the law,” said Richard Taki, a manager, with the Vancouver Coastal Health Authority.”

Blue Water Cafe Interiors Curious where the New Moon cast partied? Then take a peek at the Blue Water Cafe interiors.

The Limo Door That Slowly Closed Avid Twilighter canadagraphs has an interesting observation about the limo that Rob and Kristen rode.

“Rob joked about if he got in the wrong vehicle, since the limo driver seemed slow to close the door, giving the fans & photogs a chance to snap 1-2 more pics before the door closed. Someone joked back “you got in the paparazzi limo” & the door then closed & they left.”

Another Twilighter maliciousmandy wrote that she talked with the limo driver previously and discovered he is also a Twilighter fan.

“A man in a cowboy hat and a limo had driven by a few times and expressed his own interest in meeting the cast. I asked him “are you their limo driver?” (knowing they don’t take limos) He replied, “No, I am a fan, just like you, are they all still inside?”

“This was just tooo funny. He left and drove by a few times, waving, blaring music, parking in site of the restaurant, hoping to catch their eyes and get to offer them a ride.

“Soon, his wishes were granted. As this waitress ran down the street to find a third taxi we told the limo driver that they were getting ready to leave. A few other fans encouraged him to pull up beside taxis that were waiting. So he did.”

The Robert Pattinson Diary Version Honestly, nothing exciting comes to mind, except him getting confused about the whole thing, so there will probably be NO The Robert Pattinson Diary version

Thank You

Thanks to ATwilightKiss reader Josie for the Celebuzz photos link and the heads up about maliciousmandy

Thank you to ATwilightKiss reader ErIN for the link to the bauergriffinonline.com photos.

Thanks to ATwilightKiss reader Jennifer for the heads up about canadagraphs

Thanks to Just Jared Jr. for the vancityallie.com link.

The hugest thank you to ATwilightKiss reader Karen, who, despite the fact that she has to prepare to travel once again, took the time to upload the Celebuzz and bauergriffinonline.com photos for easy embedding for me. Thank you very much!!!

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Watching Sam Bradley with Robert Pattinson

Lorna Lopez — Fri, 08 May 2009 02:47:18 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

The raised voice of my brother Taylor as he talked on the mobile phone turned my head immediately in his direction.

“What do you want me to do, Mike? I’m already here in Vancouver! What more do you want? Yes, I was there the whole time! Didn’t you see me in the photos? They were just talking. Hanging out, man! Like friends do!”

I snatched the phone away from Taylor’s ear. “What is it, babe?”

I barely heard the hotel room door slam as Taylor angrily exited.

“Yeah, we watched Rob’s friend, Sam, last night. His band had a gig at Richard’s.”

I don’t know exactly what drew me close to him, but, the warmth and scent of his body made me lean in closer, and a smile formed on my lips as he entertained me with his animated chatter.

The slumbering monsters opened their eyes and raised their heads hopefully.

“Yeah, Rob and Taylor were with me.”

As Rob tried to pull my leg with one of his dark and dramatic declarations, I made a face at him to show that he can’t put one over me and that I knew perfectly well he was teasing me.

“It was a benefit concert for the Gewa Project, this charity thing for Tibetans that Sam’s a part of.”

I wanted to inhale his breath and stare into his magnetic intelligent eyes, so, instinctively, I turned my body in his direction to speak to him in an intimate tone, knowing he would lower his head even more just to hear me.

Purring rumbling came from the throats of the monsters.

“There were two other bands who performed — Darcys and the Get Down.”

After a brief respite where I attempted to distance myself from Rob, even for just a while, still resulted with me eagerly back at his side, hungry for his presence.

“Yeah, it was pretty full… People were really grooving at some point.”

As the band encouraged the crowd to raise their arms and move with the music, I welcomed it because the surging mass pushed me even closer to Rob.

In retaliation for his earlier teasing, I threw my head back and throatily goaded him to dance with me, at which he made his own face.

The monsters growled in amusement.

“See you soon, babe.”

(To read this incident from Rob’s point of view — The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Watching Sam Bradley with Kristen Stewart)

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

ATwilightKiss Adopts Verifiable Claims Although my blog is not a news network, I’d like to adopt a reporter’s attitude that there must be proof of claims, because I do wish to be responsible and avoid being a site for unverified information and rumor mongering. It would be helpful for ATK readers to leave a link to their source of information so that I can decide whether it is reliable or not, in my opinion. (To read more about what I will not allow on my blog, please read: ATwilightKiss Exercises Reasonable Logic with Robsten Rumors)

Memories of Kristen Stewart The italicized sentences are Kristen’s subconscious thoughts, and the rest is her phone conversation with her boyfriend Michael Angarano. However, please be reminded that this whole diary entry is fictional.

Thank You

Thanks to ATwilightKiss reader Josie for sending the link to the eye popping Popsugar photos!

Thank you to ATwilightKiss reader Karen for listening to my pleas to please upload the popsugar photos with Rob and Kristen.

Thank you to ATwilightKiss reader Chi for the Celebuzz tip, which had all the details of the concert.

Thanks to ATwilightKiss reader rain88ph for the link to an interview with both Rob and Kristen, which gave me ideas on some possibilities. Here’s a quote from Kristen.

“Rob is going to say something just to tease you. He’s going to say something very dark and dramatic.”

The Kristen Stewart Diaries — I’m Your Spider Monkey Robert Pattinson

Lorna Lopez — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 02:48:40 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

Mike was a sight for sore eyes. I had been craving for the comfort of his familiar presence in the same way an addict hungered for his heroin.

As we wandered around Vancouver, I clung to Mikey’s hand with a tenacious grip and kept close. I savored the way my fingers intertwined with his and the pleasurable meeting of our palms. I relished the warmth emanating from his body. There was a quiet contentment in just being with him.

The past couple of weeks have been brutal emotionally and physically. Although I shrugged into Bella’s character with the ease of familiarity, the scenes that we shot recently for New Moon wrung me out as Rob and I acted out the break up scene in the woods repeatedly.

Suddenly, a sorrow seared me with pain and constricted my chest, leaving me gasping as I remembered how Edward’s parting words affected Bella, how her anguish rippled through my body and tore me apart.

The monsters woke with eager ravenous growls.

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The knowledge that Rob was not in Vancouver and had traveled to LA for the weekend was also a balm to my sensitive nerves, and yet, there was a pang of loss at his departure. I don’t know what drove me to let him know that Mike was flying over during the weekend.

A memory of the look in Rob’s eyes during the Juno weekend when Mike had also come up to visit me in Vancouver flashed in my mind’s eye. When we met by chance in one of the after-Juno parties, I resisted the urge to wrap my arms around him to comfort him. Instead, I forced myself to stay seated beside a very tense Mike.

As I struggled between the two of them, another memory washed over me, this time, when I felt torn at the MTV Awards when I had to say the hateful words to the MTV reporter, who wanted to know if Rob and I shared an off-screen romance, and, how I, in effect, negated anything between Rob and I while Mike hovered in the background.

Despite Mike’s presence, the sight of Rob’s sorrow crushed my heart and I fought the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes, my face straining with the effort. I battled with the untoward grief and plastered a smile on my lips as I looked up at Rob (go to 1:12)

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Just like at the MTV Awards, I wanted to say ‘I’m sorry’ for I don’t know what, but, the words strangled in my throat, and were replaced by the small talk of two acquaintances who met unexpectedly in a party.

The monsters playfully jumped on my back, but, I shook them off impatiently, as I shook off the disturbing memory as well.

Seeing that Mike had walked ahead of me by several feet, I suddenly gave a little sprint and playfully leaped onto his back, the position causing both of us to laugh out loud. As the escalating winds whipped my hair back, I felt my spirits rise with it.

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Photo: Photos: Lisa Rose/Nickelodeon

I had spent so many delightful moments in this position while shooting the spider monkey scenes with Rob. I had given him a wet willy on several occasions, soaking my finger with my saliva and then inserting it into his ear, his arms trapped with carrying me on his back, rendering him vulnerable to my teasing disgusting digit.

The spider monkey position also revealed his vulnerable neck several times, and I couldn’t resist nipping and nibbling on his neck often, loving the way Rob would laugh, the sound causing me to giggle along with him.

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My lovely reveries were cut short when I spotted the pap taking pictures of my playful antics with my boyfriend. I immediately clambered off Mike’s back and settled for sedately walking beside him, resisting the urge to give the invasive paparazzi and the invisible snickering monsters the well known message of a middle finger thrust up in the air. Instead, I made a slashing motion with my hand to indicate, ‘Enough!’

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Photo: Photos: Lisa Rose/Nickelodeon

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Michael Angarano in Vancouver Lainey Gossip has photos of Kristen Stewart with boyfriend Michael Angarano in Vancouver over the weekend of 25-26 April 2009.

The break up scene in the woods has allegedly been shot already as well as the cliff diving scene where she sees Edward underwater.

Robert Pattinson in LA While Michael and Kristen were in Vancouver, Lainey Gossip writes that “Robert Pattinson slipped away from Vancouver this weekend for a quick break to LA. Returned back on Sunday night to continue working on New Moon. Soon as he arrived back in Vancouver, he hooked up with Ashley Greene and Rachelle Lefevre at a pub for a few drinks to unwind.”

Thank You Thanks to ATwilightKiss reader Yati for the tip that Michael was in Vancouver over the weekend.