It was about six thirty, twilight was setting in, and it wasn't raining when she arrived back at the trailers. As soon as the school was in view, she saw them, all the main cast members in full make up, standing around on the lawn between the school and the trailers, talking in a group. She parked in the same place she had that morning. Mr. Bailey should still be there. She hoped he was, she wanted to update him. And it wasn't just an excuse to try to see certain guys again. Although she had been sure they'd been done and back in their hotel rooms by then. She was pleasantly surprised, to say the least. She saw the group turn at the sound of her engine and watch. Most of them turned back around, unconcerned. But her luck, she saw Taylor and Robert at the farthest edge of the circle, facing her. She saw Robert motion to her as she climbed out and stood. She walked in slow, measured steps, across the muddy road to the trailer steps, pretending not to feel the eyes on her. Climbing the steps, she opened the door to find Mr. Bailey standing, putting his belongings into a black leather briefcase.
"Miss Cook," he nodded her in greeting before returning to his task. "Didn't expect to see you again today."
"I just wanted to give you a status report. The moving crew is scheduled to arrive at the house at ten am, and the rented props to arrive at the house sometime before noon. The catering crew will arrive around noon the day of the shooting with the appetizers for the scene. The moving crew will then be expecting my call late afternoon the day of the shooting for a progress report, and an aproximation on when they'll be needed again. Everything is on schedule and running smoothly."
"That sounds perfect, Miss Cook. You do plan on being on the scene for the shoot, right? To make sure everything is according to plan."
She hadn't, honestly. She had wanted to be lounging in her bathtub at that time, but..."Of course, Mr. Bailey."
"Good. You've had a productive day. I'll stop by the house sometime tomorrow to see the progress. I'll see you then," he said dismissively.
"Yes. Thank you, Mr. Bailey. Have a good evening," she turned and showed herself out. She took a deep breath on the landing of the stairs, then made her way back to her car. From her peripheral view, she noticed that the group had dispursed. She felt her heart sink a little. She crossed the tiny makeshift lot to her car when she heard voices she recognized instantly. Taylor and Robert. She looked directly at her car, and saw them to her left, kicking a soccer ball between them. When Keely got to her car, the soccer ball bumped her car's tire in front of her. She looked up, and over at the guys. They smiled and waved at her, then motioned towards the ball. She smiled at them, then with the inside of her right foot, she kicked it back softly. It rolled to a stop right between the two guys. They looked at her with surprise in their eyes. Her smile turned into a grin, then she turned to open her car door. She heard them cross to her.
"Hey. Nice kick. I'm Taylor," he commented, wearing his famous torn jean shorts and a solid black t-shirt.
Wow, he looked good. "Thanks. Nice to meet you Taylor, I'm Keely."
"Keely? Where is that from?" Taylor asked.
"Irish." She switched her dialect to one she listened to her parents speak her entire life. "I'd be Irish," she said, then watched their eyes grow wide.
"Were you born there?" Taylor asked. Robert had yet to say a word. When she glanced at him before she answered Taylor's question, he was just watching her in his nice jeans, white t-shirt and unbuttoned blue long sleeved button down shirt, with Edward's amber eyes and pale skin. She returned her attention back to Taylor, and turned off her accent.
"No, but my parents are. They moved here a couple years before me."
"Sweet. I know this is like, a stereotype probably, but why don't you have red hair?" Taylor continued.
Keely laughed. "Both red hair with green eyes and black hair with blue eyes are traditional in Ireland. My mom has the red hair, and my dad has the black. Darker prevails in genetics."
"Awesome. Can you tell me what your name means in the accent? It was cool." Taylor asked.
Laughing again, she turned it on. "In Ireland, the name Keely means beautiful."
Taylor grinned, then looked at Robert, who looked like he had absolutely no intention of speaking any time soon. Taylor rocked back on his heels, and said, "ooo-kay," to himself with raise eyebrows. He looked back at Keely. "That's so cool. So, Keely, what do you do around here?"
"Set designer. I'm working on the graduation party scene at the Cullen house."
"Ooohh. Important scene. I can't wait to see how it'll be done," Taylor said.
"As close to the book as possible, of course. But it's going great so far, on schedule and everything."
"We shoot that the day after tomorrow, right?"
"Providing nothing happens, yeah."
"Well, cool. Hopefully, I'll see you before then. Your name suits you well." Keely smiled as her cheeks heated. She hadn't honestly blushed in a really long time.
"Thank you, Taylor," she said quietly. "Hopefully before then. It was great to meet you," she said.
"Bye." He elbowed Robert, then turned and walked away.
"Bye," she said. She looked at Robert quickly, who was still looking at her silently. When he didn't make a sound, she turned to open her car door.
"Keely," Robert said quietly. She froze. She looked at him over her shoulder. It was weird to look at him and see Edward. She didn't want to be rude, and she didn't know what to say at the moment that wasn't, so she didn't say anything. "Taylor was right," he said in his natural English accent, then paused when Keely's eyebrows came together. "About your name. I'm sorry if I've come off as-" he searched the ground looking for the right word.
Keely could give a few. "Rude? Arrogant? Just a couple suggestions." She shrugged the left shoulder she was looking over, then faced her car.
"I suppose if that's how it is to you. But I appologize, and I do mean the compliment about your name, it just takes me back how true it is." Now she turned to him. Wow. This was the most she'd heard him say so far. Impressive. She studied him, eyes slightly squinted, assessing the amount of truth in his words. "Can I take you out for coffee? If you drink it?" He rushed the last part when she inhaled to respond to his invitation. She was in shock. Robert Pattinson was asking her out. Take her out as Edward? She laughed inwardly as she thought of Edith.
"Decaf, but you can take me out for coffee," she smiled. "When, were you thinking?"
"Tonight, of course," he gave the crooked grin. It was deadly in person. "When are you done for the day?"
"Ten minutes ago," she said.
"Oh," he sounded surprised. "Well, I'm done but I need to change- where are you staying?"
Keely contained her smile and kept a straight face as she answered. "Oceanside Resort," she said. When he looked at her blankly, she continued. "La Push."
His jaw dropped slightly and his eyes widened as a realization dawned on him. "Are you Team Jacob?" he asked, not able to hide the disappointment.
She didn't hesitate with her response. "I am Switzerland." She watched the relief wash over his face. "I like the beach and the views are to die for," she continued.
"Well, I hate to make you wait while I change-"
Her mind was running. Maybe she could get him over there to meet Edith after all. It was late, but maybe... "Well, there's a supply store in town I could make a stop at to get something, if you want to meet me there and continue on when you're ready," she made up. She really didn't need anything, but she would try to fulfull Edith's request. It was the least she could do for repayment. "Do you have a car here?" She looked at the Mercedes and BMW.
"We have a private shuttle from the hotel come pick us up. I can meet you there. What's the name of the place?"
"Jerry's Rentals Sales and Service," she told him.
"Half an hour, forty five minutes max. Closer to a half an hour," he told her. "I'll see you there. I'll warn you, I'm going to have to depend on you to get me back."
She smiled, a little wicked. "I can manage that."
He saw it, and gave her a full smile. "Alright then. See you soon." He took a step back.
"Kay." She got into her car and drove off, watching him watch her in her rearview mirror. As soon as she was out on the main highway, she turned up her radio, blasing Finger Eleven's 'Paralyzer'. When the song was over, she pulled out her cell and dialed the number for Jerry's on the sheet of paper Mr. Bailey had given her that morning. A male answered the phone.
"Hello, this is Jerry's Rentals, how can I help you?"
"Hi, my name is Keely and I came in this morning and talked to Edith. Is she available?"
"She's not working anymore today, I'm sorry. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Well..." she thought it though. She didn't want to give anything away. "Are you able to contact her?"
"Yes, she's my wife. Is there something I can help you with?" he repeated.
"Okay," she sighed. He'll have to do. "If you could call her and tell her that the Hollywooder from this morning would like to speak with her in the store in about thirty minutes, it would be greatly appreciated," she told him. She didn't like being cryptic to strangers, but she also didn't want a mob scene waiting for Robert when he arrived. "You can tell her it's about our conversation this morning." She cringed. The old lady probably didn't even remember that long ago, let alone what the conversation was about.
"Is it about purchased merchandise? Because I can help you with that. But you have to come in to the store."
"I understand. I'll be in in about fifteen minutes. Thank you, sir."
"Okay." She imagined he was scowling at the phone, wondering what the hell was going on and if he needed to contact his lawyer. She laughed and sang along to the chorus as 'Paralyzer' played again.

Chapter Four