Me and Robert Pattinson

I'm on a cruise, which is on a large airplane or possible a space ship. I comment to someone that it is the slowest flight ever, or we are going to the moon. We've been on the ship for a few days.

There is an art/painting competition. I can't paint, but I go to watch. My friend Laura from elementary/high school is there. Robert Pattinson is also there. He seems to be uncomfortable with the amount of attention he is receiving, like he doesn't want to be famous.

I don't love him, but he is a mystery that I want to solve. The people I'm with think he's conceited and shallow, and I tend to agree, but he still fascinates me for some unknown reason.

We dock and are allowed to go off ship. We're at a sea side town. It's a little run down the further inland, but near the beach it's all hotels and nice restaurants. I am on top of a hotel building and I see Rob walking down the beach. He is alone. I think about how great of a picture that would be; not Rob, but just a solitary figure on a sunny beach with the waves on one side and the rock face on the other. Like he is the last man on earth.

I follow him, and he doesn't seem to notice me. I don't really want him to know I'm following. He goes into this cave, the opening is really small. I go after him, but the fit is really tight and I'm afraid of the tide coming in. So I wait by the outside, in case I have to warn Rob about the tide or something.

He comes out and sees me and smiles. I ask him what it's like inside and he says that I can go in and see for myself. I tell him that isn't going to happen.

We walk through the streets of the city together. We don't talk a lot, which is okay with both of us. I try to take a picture of him, he sees me and smiles. I tell him that I want a picture of just him being himself, not trying to be anything. I want to figure out who he is aside from all the headlines and rumors. He then tells me that he smiled for the picture because he never gets to just smile for pictures, he always has to pose or look a certain way. He just wanted a normal picture. I tell him I can do that and take a picture of him smiling.

We're at a poetry event in the evening. Another girl is trying to hit on him, flirt with him, because he is who he is. He reads a poem, but stops before the end. He wrote it himself, but only I know that, I also know it's unfinished. I stand up and finish the poem for him, so now it's our poem. He smiles at me and the other girl stops trying to get his attention.

Then I'm alone at a run down train station. Everything is rusted and dirty. I find someone who works at the station, I ask if they've seen Rob. They say that he's at the courthouse. The train rushes past.

I go to the courthouse. He is up, testifying as a witness, he is cocky and sure of himself. It's really just a cover because he doesn't want to be there, he doesn't want to say anything. Rob looks over at the judge and essentially tells the judge his resume, like Rob knows everything about the judge. It's Rob's way of trying to take the focus off himself. The judge smirks and then flips it back on Rob, telling everyone Rob's history.

After the hearing, I'm with Rob in the hall. He tells me that he tries to be a mystery because everyone already knows too much about him. I tell him that I can understand that.

The end.