A Twilight Kiss

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

Kristen had been evasive for several days, and, this morning was no exception. Her call time on the Eclipse set was hours earlier than mine, and, every time I nonchalantly asked her for specifics, she would mumble, “Just one of the Bella and Jacob scenes.”

When I pressed her as to which scene, she would conveniently change the subject or go into the loo and close the door on my face. But I knew the reason why Kristen was avoiding the simple question. Because she and Taylor were doing the snogging scene in Eclipse, the one where Jacob storms off and Bella calls him back by demanding that he kiss her.

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

The Twilight Saga Eclipse premiere in LA took me back to the very first one — Twilight — when all had seemed possible and I was floating blissfully on the wings of love.

The passage of time has not dimmed my fevered longing for her one bit. I waited impatiently for her to arrive. I could barely contain myself. I was bursting with happiness and I couldn’t care less if the whole world could tell that my very existence revolved around her.

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

As Kristen explained to the excited throng how we were going to try and give kissing “a shot” as part of our acceptance speech for the Best Kiss Award, a part of me groaned inwardly.

And so she did. The first attempt went awry. I felt like a donkey’s arse onstage.

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

Bloody hell! This must be the very definition of a f—ing living nightmare. What would be tantamount to be the fruition of the standard male fantasy has turned out to be the embodiment of my personal form of hell. I’m surrounded by an abundance of female flesh, too much so that I was writhing inwardly with revulsion.

Yet I had been mentally preparing for this Details Magazine shoot for months now, ever since my manager and talent agent had arranged it for me in a bid to expand my image that was solely based on The Twilight Saga, a manipulation of the public persona that had been created for one Robert Pattinson

I scoffed at the need for the task on hand, and then had to sigh with resignation. The public’s perception of me has to evolve to allow for the growth of my career.