No Wishing Zone(Incomplete) Updated 8/22

[renske4u2]

I just read this and I really like it because it is different from most of the stories. Can't wait to read more.

[holyhufflepuff]

I'm on the point of seriously thinking about how this happened... is this "13 Going on 30" or is this some weird case of memory loss? anyways, the idea is awesome... I'm so excited about the premier, wonder how that's gonna be, having no idea whatsoever what she's promoting.. and she cant even tell rob that she's got no clue whats going on.. update soon! I'm loving this!

It's like 13 Going On 30. She had made a wish and it just so happened to come true. Thanks for the comment

[holyhufflepuff]

Chapter Four: Press Hounds

I went back to the hotel, a little horrified by the trip to the boutique but all around better educated on clothing. I learned that the dress looked killer on me and my twenty-two year old body but a little horrified to learn that I shouldn’t have to wear underwear with the dress. I lied and said that I needed a thong for some other momentous occasion.

I had come back wearing longer shorts and still donning Rob’s orange t-shirt. I figured that he would appreciate the gesture somehow. And if he wouldn’t let me back into the hotel room, I would tell him that I would hold it hostage.

I stopped by the front desk again and asked which floor I was staying on. They must have thought that was pretty odd since I had probably been here for a week at least. I reminded myself to take note of what room and floor I was located on.

Room 458, floor four. I took the elevator up, nerves building back up. I would have to face Robert again. What if he wanted some welcome back kiss? Or immediately started yelling at me for just disappearing?

Surprisingly, he did neither. He let me in with a blank expression, looked to the bags in my hand with a blank expression, and shut the door behind me with a blank expression. I put on a smile even though I was a bundle of nerves. I set the bag on the barstool I had sat on earlier. I took notice that our breakfast was still casted aside on the island.

“You didn’t eat?” I asked him, feeling just a little guilty.

“You left,” he said and the subject was dropped. He stood in front of me, stilling looking incredibly blank, with his hands in his jean pockets. I hadn’t even noticed his outfit change earlier. He hadn’t been in just boxers during breakfast. He had thrown on jeans and a button up t-shirt.

His appearance reminded me of Edward Cullen momentarily, making me smile to myself. He probably wouldn’t have liked the thought much but I found it amusing.

I reached into the shopping bag and pulled out a shirt. “This is cute, right? Christopher, my personal shopper at the…” I trailed off.

Rob was now running his hand through his hair. A trait that I recognized being a fan of his. This didn’t look too well.

“You don’t care?” I asked, pushing the shirt back into the bag.

“It’s a shirt,” he answered. “You have lots of shirts.”

“I’m just trying to strike up a conversation,” I said, lifting the shopping bag up. I was going to walk away, but he started talking again.

“Okay. Alright. Tell me more about the shirt. I want to know loads about the hundred dollar black shirt that you already have twenty of.” He rocked on his heels, shoving his hands back into his pockets. “Go on, let’s hear all about the damn shirt.”

I cringed. I tried my best not to also blow up. “Well, I got other stuff too, but you probably don’t want to see that…”

He shook his head and laughed humorlessly. “I can’t believe you! You just leave randomly to go-to go clothes shopping? Really, Tegan? Clothes shopping is really the first thing that you had to do this afternoon?”

I gaped at him. “Why are you so pissed?”

“Because it’s our fucking anniversary and you’d rather spend it with your personal shopper Christopher!”

Ah great. I closed my eyes, exhaling audibly. I couldn’t help but to feel guilty but how could I have known? Leave it to Robert to be the only man in the world to remember his anniversary. “I’m sorry. I got something to make it all better.” I started to pull out the dress.

“No, no. It’s fine. Everything is just perfect, Tegan. First you freak out on me earlier and now this? You go out and buy more clothes that you don’t need?”

“It’s not my fault!” I yelled back.

“And whose fault is it then?”

“Her!” I screamed. I immediately realized my mistake and took a step back. Shit. “Her—my personal shopper,” I huffed, trying to be just as fierce as before. It wasn’t working. The damage was already done.

Rob stared down at me, something burning in his eyes that looked a lot like satisfaction. He finally shook his head again, staring down at his feet, running another hand through his hair. “This is unbelievable.” He pulled a lighter out of his back pocket and walked away---presumably to the balcony again.

“Tell me about it,” I whispered into the silence. I picked up my bag and pride off the floor and went into the bedroom.


I didn’t see him again for another couple of hours. I had no idea what he had been doing. He came into room, looking more disheveled than usual. I figured he had taken a nap or something. Maybe took off to town himself.

I was sitting on the bed, staring at the TV, a curling iron in my hair. I glanced up at him but quickly back at the TV, feeling like I had nothing more to say to him.

He walked to the dresser, pulled some things out then continued on his way to the bathroom. After he was in there for a few seconds he poked his head out. “What are you doing?”

I shrugged, stuck in TV land.

“Is-is that SpongeBob that you are watching?” he asked.

I nodded my head. “Yeah, I watch it all the time. Why?” I looked over to him.

“You never watch TV.”

I quickly changed the subject. Damn, I was horrible at keeping this cover up. I simply did not know what my future self did at all hours of the day. I didn’t even know the things she liked. And from what I could see, she and I must be vastly different.

“What are you taking a shower for?” I asked, counteracting his statement.

“I have to get ready, don’t I?”

I shrugged. “For what?”

He rolled his eyes and said, “Never mind,” and closed the door again.

Great, my time to redeem myself and I fuck it up. Nice, Tegan, real nice.

I finished curling my hair then went to the vanity and applied makeup as quickly as I could. After slipping on the dress that I bought earlier, I grabbed my bag and cell phone off of the bedside table. I took off and just sent Rob a text message saying that I was going out. If I could avoid him for another couple of hours, it would be fantastic.

I found the hotel’s bar room quite quickly. It had elegant lighting with a large polished marble bar and small tables scattered throughout the room. Right now it was empty except for a gray haired gentlemen sitting at the bar.

I dug into my purse and found ‘my’ wallet. I had pulled credit cards out of it earlier at the boutique and had seen my future I.D. in there. I pulled it out, it was from California, stating that I was indeed 22 years old. I figured I should have it on hand. Just in case.

I waved the bartender over and ordered a margarita. It seemed a little surreal and I felt inexperienced in the whole thing. I just ordered really the first thing that came to mind, not even sure what a margarita tasted like. I had only had wine before and lord if I knew what kind it had been. Aaron had snuck some and we shared it during a round of Mario Brothers.

Aaron.

His bright blue eyes still seemed to haunt me as I shut my eyes. That was another reason I had wanted to get away from Rob, I remembered what he had said earlier about flying back for a birthday party for me. I was hoping that I could get a hold of my mom before it was too late.

I dialed her number from my iPhone and waited for an answer.

“Tegan,” she answered.

“Hi, mom.” I clutched forehead, trying to think of how not to make myself look like more of an insane person. “So about my birthday party tomorrow, I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

“…Yes?” she asked, clearly skeptical. You would think she would have been a little relieved if she thought I had remembered my life.

“I was wondering if maybe you could get a hold of Tabitha and invite her.”

“Tabitha?” she said, sounding a little upset. “Why are you so obsessed with Tabitha lately?”

“It’s just that, during my episode, I was thinking of her and how much I missed her and I figured you would know a better way to get a hold of her than me. Can you do that for me? I will even pay for flights—anything.”

She sighed. “I think they still live in that house on the ranch they moved into. I will try to get a hold of her but me and your father are leaving for L.A. at five in the morning, Tegan.”

“I know, I know. Just please mom—please. I mean, I know it might not all work out but I’d really like to have her there. I miss her. It wouldn’t be a true birthday without her.”

She sighed again. “I’ll see what I can do, alright? I have to get to bed. I will see you in the morning. Love you.”

“Love you,” I replied and then hung up. I groaned loudly and put my face on the table. I heard the bartender set my drink in front of me.

“Trouble?” someone asked near me. I heard them take a seat next to me. I lifted my head up to see the older man sitting next to me now.

“Oh—yeah. Today had been…a bit off.” I reached in front of me and took my drink. I started drinking it as if it had been a slushy and soon started coughing. Well alcohol wasn’t all that great people had made it out to be. “Oh that is sour,” I said, grimacing.

He laughed. “Well you should slow down then! I find it better to just stick with orange juice and something less strong. The juice covers it up. You get in your vitamin C.” He smiled before taking a drink from his small glass.

“I’ll take that into consideration,” I said, smiling back at him.

“So what’s the story?” he asked and I just stared at him, confused. “Why so sad?”

I laughed nervously. “I might need something stronger before I spill that.”

“Whiskey or tequila? Personally tequila seems more island to me.”

I looked down at my drink. “Ah, maybe nothing else.”

“Just talk about what you need to talk about.”

“You really want to hear about it?”

“Go on ahead, tell me anything,” he said with an encouraging smile.

A couple drinks and maybe an hour later and I had told the man basically all of my troubles. How I was unsure of what to do with Rob because I was supposed to love him but all we did was fight. How I had lost my best friend. If I had more alcohol in me, I might have spilled about my wish and how it landed me here.

He hadn’t said much but he had been listening and that’s all that really mattered.

“Tegan?” a voice called from behind us. I turned and saw that Rob was standing in the bar’s doorway. “What are you doing here? We have dinner reservations right now.”

“Dinner reservations?” I asked, frowning. Of course there would be just one more obstacle tonight. Just another thing to fight with Rob about.

“Yes we had dinner reservations at a restaurant for our anniversary!”

“Well where else would you have dinner reservations?” I retorted, letting my drinks get the best of me.

“Seriously, Tegan?” he said, getting red in the face. “I am so close—“

“To what? To what, Rob?” I jumped off my barstool and went up to him. “God I am so sick of fighting with you!” I pulled my dress down further, hiked my purse up onto my arm and stormed past him.

“Where are you going now? Are you seriously just going to run off again? Doing god knows what!”

I rounded on him. “I’m so tired of fighting. I’m-I’m just leaving.”

“Of course you are! Because you just leave from anything you don’t want to face!”

I didn’t want to be here. If I could have just disappeared completely, I would have opted for that. So much for a wonderful Hollywood boyfriend. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry. I’m not fighting with you any longer.” I shook my head and headed back down the hall. There was an exit door a little down the corridor. I looked back at him. “I’m sorry.” And then I was gone. He didn’t even follow me this time.

I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was that I wanted out of here. I took off walking down a board walk, just wondering down a beach. It wasn’t long before I got to civilization that wasn’t linked with the hotel. People partying on the beach.

As I walked past, I couldn’t shake the feelings of all eyes on me. It seemed like the partying noises and died down and turned into murmurs and whispering. Great, what had I gotten myself into now?

“Can I have you autograph?” a small voice said suddenly. I looked down to see a girl that was no older than ten, smiling up at me, pen and paper in hand.

“Oh—uh, yeah,” I answered quickly, taking it for her. I scribbled the sloppiest version of my name that I could, hoping it would be believable to a fan.

She smiled again, and took off back to where her parents were. They stared down at me in what seemed to be disbelieve from their beach chairs. I smiled nervously and decided it was better to get away from that crowd and maybe more into the town.

I just kept trekking until I got to a street that was brightly lit, people also celebrating. Quickly moving past me in what looked like a mini-festival of some sort. I hoped here no one would notice me. That no one would really look at me and think twice. This was all too surreal to me. I just wanted to walk around for a little while, go back to the hotel to sleep and hope that when I woke up in the morning, I would be back to being seventeen.

No celebrity, no hunky boyfriend, no more fighting. I wanted life to zap back into being normal as soon as it could.

I continued down the street, smiling at all of the tourist who happened to glance my way. They smiled back in which I hoped was oblivion.

Then I heard it. First it was just a couple of odd noises. And then I seemed to be surrounded in flashes. I looked up to see a gang of people come out of what seemed like nowhere. All of them holding giant cameras, snapping away at me. I stopped in my spot and just stared like a deer in headlights. You had to be fucking kidding me.

“Tegan! Tegan!” they all screamed at me. “Tegan, how is your vacation!? Tegan where is Rob? Did you finally dump him?! Did he dump you?! Why are you alone?”

I didn’t even know what to do except to try to push through. They kept all yelling questions at me, trying to trap me.

“Tegan! Look over here! We heard that you and Rob are having problems, is it true? Trouble in paradise?” A man with a bulky video camera kept shooting off questions at me and I tried my hardest not to snap back.

“Guys, please,” I said, exasperated, trying to squeeze through. There was a restaurant just up ahead and I hoped they wouldn’t follow me into it.

They swarmed even more, all snapping their cameras in my faces, screaming intrusive questions at me. Finally someone grabbed onto my arm and I turned to hit whoever it was. But it was him. My knight in shining armor. Or rather a black suit.

“Back off!” he yelled back at them. “God you guys are absolutely ridiculous.” He grabbed onto me and pulled me out of the swarm, then he pushed me towards the restaurant that I had tried getting to. “Are you okay?” he whispered to me.

“I’m not sure,” I replied.
Finally we got to the restaurant door and he all but shoved me inside to get us away from the hoard. I was still shaky as I looked around at our safe haven. The restaurant staff looked more confused than I felt, all of them just staring. If they too busted out cameras, I would lose it.

I looked up at Rob, nervously. “Thanks,” I muttered. I knew that he was also hounded constantly to the breaking point by photographers. I suddenly felt extremely guilty again.

“You are crazy you know that?” It wasn’t an insult this time, or trying to provoke more fighting. “Well at least we made it to the restaurant. We might as well take up those reservations and stay.” He waved over the waitress. “We have reservations under Pattinson.”

My stomach did a weird flip hearing him saying that. I had been avoiding him all day and now it just kind of made the whole situation real. Holy shit, I was going to be having dinner with Robert Pattinson—for our anniversary.

“Can we get a booth? Away from the windows please?” He grabbed her arm before she walked off. “And can we get a bottle of whiskey? Just at the table.”

She nodded than looked at me with wide eyes. And just when I thought the night couldn’t get anymore eventful.

I'll try to have up the next chapter quickly. Thanks for all the lovely comments. I'm glad you guys like the story

[cookiemonster]

ahh I'm so curious how this is gonna work out... more, please??

[queensofpattinson]

Oh this is getting good!

I just like watchign it unfold! more please

[renske4u2]

I guess they both feel so frustrated with their miscommunications and her "forgetting" things all the time. I can't wait to read more of this.

[meg_robb]

OHHH i loved that update. Rob needs to be more understanding. Can't wait for more

[sassy spacey]

Wow!! I just started this story and I can't wait to see what happens!!

Tegan is a great character!! Rob is fantastic!! I love it!

If I were her I would try researching herself. Maybe she can find out some information that way.

Nice work!!

[Hfrankz]

Just found this story! I have to agree- I was thinking '13 Going On 30' from the very beginning! Loving it =]

[holyhufflepuff]

A/N: Just a head's up, my beta hasn't been on the internet so this probably has some mistakes in it. Just thought I'd throw that out there. Also, sorry for taking so long to update :/ I'm super sorry but school is back in which gave me writer's block so I hope this makes up for it.

Upon sitting down at the table, Rob lit up a cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes off of a clear as day, no smoking sign on the wall just behind Rob. The waitress came swooping in with his dark bottle of whiskey and sat down glasses in front of us.

“Can I just get water?” I asked her, staring at the bottle of Jack with apprehension.

She nodded her head, asked if we knew what we wanted yet, and when we said no, she whisked away again. I stared at Rob’s cigarette and wondered why she hadn’t said anything about their no smoking policy. I guess when you are as famous as Rob, some rules just don’t apply.

“Do you want one?” he asked, sending the pack sliding across the table to me.

I looked at just as I had with the liquor, full of apprehension. Take one and cough up a lung or don’t take one and look suspicious. It was after all, supposedly my pack. “I’ll have one later,” I decided, tossing them back to him.

I picked up my menu, realizing that I hadn’t really eaten anything. “Please don’t tell me that I have a usual here,” I said with a laugh.

Rob was too busy pouring himself a glass of alcohol to hear what I had just said. He quickly downed one glass and started to pour a second.

“You’re kidding me, right?” I said, watching him in horror.

He shrugged his shoulders. “That’s the point of alcohol, right? To get drunk?”

I was pretty sure that he was doing it wrong but I didn’t want to intervene since I had just done pretty much the same thing.

He drank down the second glass and started to cough.

“Maybe you should slow down…”

He shook his head. “No, I’m fine. This is nothing.”

I couldn’t help but to just stare at him with wide-eyes. I examined my exits and had to spend five minutes on talking myself down from running out the door. That would just be considered running from my fears again. I had been running all day.

He pushed a glass towards me. “Just try it. Do it quick, no matter how scared you are.” He smiled wickedly. “Some words to live by.”

“I don’t know….” I stared at the amber liquid. I couldn’t help but be afraid; afraid of the burn of alcohol and afraid of what Robert was going to become from the alcohol. A wild flame had already sparked in his grey eyes. I didn’t know what to think anymore. The day had to clearly end with something just as outrageous as it had been.

The waitress came with my water set it down in front of me right before I gave in to temptation.

“I’ll just have a steak. French fries if you have them,” Robert said, passing his menu to her.

I had been too caught up in the tension to pick out what I wanted. “I’ll just have a salad then. Any kind of salad.”

We sat in silence until Robert started taunting me again. “Just drink some. Don’t be such a wimp. Come on. You used to be so much fun.”

When? Was I fun yesterday or had our relationship already started to become lackluster? I finally sighed and took the bottle, pouring a smaller amount than what Rob had been drinking down. I took Rob’s advice and drank it down quickly. My chest seemed to be set aflame but I tried to look tough and not cough the alcohol back up.

Rob seemed to find the look on my face amusing. He laughed louder than I had heard him ever—in interviews, in movies, in real life. He pushed my water in front of me. “Sorry you don’t have a better chaser.”

I took two huge gulps of water but the damage seemed to already be done. Now I was feeling sick to my stomach. “Ugh, I need some food in my stomach,” I groaned, laying my head onto the table.

“Wow,” was all Rob said.

For my first day with alcohol, maybe I wasn’t doing so badly. “Screw you,” I shot back halfheartedly.

“I am shaking over here. Really, I am, Tegan.” I heard his cup hit the table again.

“Are you just trying to get drunk off of your ass or…?”

“I am trying to get drunk enough to go back to the hotel room and be content,” he replied.

“What is content for you?”

“I dunno. I kind of want to just forget today.”

That stung even worse than the alcohol. The clank of a plate being set down in front of me caused me to sit up. I thanked the waitress for my stomach’s savior and then immediately dug in. I could notice the swirl in my brain that I had since lost from the hotel’s bar.

“Trying to get me drunk isn’t too classy you know,” I said to Robert.

“I don’t need to get you drunk. You are always all over me anyways.”

Was that fact or fiction? It still made me blush.

Robert finally put the amber liquid down and started on his food. We ate in peace for the next twenty minutes or so before he filled both of our glasses. “Two for the road?”

What the hell? If it will make morning come sooner, I wouldn’t deny it. Maybe I would just wake up and everything would be back to normal. “Shoot,” I said.

He poured one round and we both downed it. Then another. And then another. And then one more.

I smiled in satisfaction. It was much easier now that alcohol wasn’t the only thing in my stomach and I didn’t even feel the affect. Now just the task of walking to the hotel…where ever the hotel was…what was the hotel room number again?

I looked at Robert who was definitely feeling the alcohol. He was slurring over something as he threw money on the table.

“Come on. Let’s get you home.” I grabbed his hand and helped him stand up from the table.

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “You know, in this light, your hair doesn’t look terribly dark.”

“…Thank you…”

“And if I were shorter, I think this whole thing would go a lot better. I mean, and then I wouldn’t look like a giant next to you so maybe we would have a better balance mechanism going.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

Rob stopped walking to grab a cigarette out of pocket. “I don’t know why you aren’t smoking. I mean, it’s bizarre to me. You smoked yesterday and now…well you are different!” He stopped walking once again. “Oh my god,” he suddenly gasped out.

“What?” I asked, feeling my blood get a little colder.

“You are a different…person! Entirely! You aren’t Tegan, you are some Tegan fraud. This is some horrible fan joke!”

Yeah, something like that…

“I am Tegan, I promise you that,” I replied.

“No!” he insisted. “You aren’t her. I mean, sure you can be you but you aren’t her. Why didn’t I see it this morning? You are totally different. You aren’t my girlfriend!”

“For now, I am your girlfriend,” I muttered.

“Are you some sort of look-a-like trying to pull my leg? Or-or maybe someone the CSI sent in.” He stood completely still and gasped. “Oh my god! You are an alien!”

I rolled my eyes. “I think we have both had way too much to drink.” I started pushing him towards the hotel.

“I called a car to pick us up at ten but it’s not ten yet so I’m glad we are walking. Did they tell you to love me?”

“Did who tell me to love you?” I asked.

“Your leaders—the alien leaders. Did they tell you to love me?”

“Uh…sure,” I answered, trying to please him.

“Thank god!” he yelled.

“Rob!” I shushed him. “God you are going to get us thrown in jail or something!”

He turned around and grabbed me by my upper arms. “Thank god that they told you to love me!” he said frantic, passionate. “Because we have been lacking love for an awful long time now. I mean, I was just starting to think that it was just for the sex, you know? I thought, ‘well why is she staying with me when she can have sex with anyone,’ but then again maybe sex with me is just wonderful so you didn’t leave.”

“Rob--”

“I thought maybe you were seeing someone on the side that maybe you were just with me because you felt you had to be. We are the next Brad and Angelina, did you know? The public would eat us both alive if we broke up. But if you do really—truly really love me, then everything has worked out for the best!”

“I--”

“You are an angel, did you know that? And after all this time I thought you had turned cold, lifeless. You were vile, Tegan, you were. You were just another plastic, fake Hollywood princess but now I see it in you again—your humor, your light is back! I am so glad that they sent you to me, Tegan. Different Tegan. I don’t want you to ever leave. I will take you over what you—she had become!”

For a moment it was a like a relief. He knew that I wasn’t her, maybe it would be okay. My heart was still sinking for him though. What if I didn’t stay? Then he was stuck with the loveless monster I had become.

“I love you, Tegan. I love you,” he murmured. He got closer, brushing his hand against my jaw. “I really do. I do with all of my power. Before, it was just suffocating—knowing that you didn’t love me. I felt trapped. I’m sorry I was hurting you earlier.” He smiled, almost manically. “Oh…”

He started reaching around in his pockets until he produced something other than the pack of cigarettes.

My eyes widened. I stood frozen in shock, in terror. When he dropped down to one knee, I’m pretty sure that my heart stopped, jumped out of my chest, and ran for the ocean.

“Tegan, will you marry me?”

I choked. I choked on words, choked on thoughts, choked on the air. I wanted mostly to scream. I think I started crying, out of fear and anxiety. I couldn’t say yes; the future Tegan would come back eventually and from what I heard, I don’t think she’d be happy to wake up married. I couldn’t say no; then it would just totally crush him.

I sucked in air until I thought my lungs would burst. “You are really drunk right now. I think we should go back to the hotel and get some sleep and talk about this in the morning.”

He looked at the ring like there was a smudge on it or something. “But I want an answer now.”

I closed my eyes. “Fine. Yes.” He would forget everything in the morning. I would just slip the ring back into its box while he is asleep and everything would be fine in the morning.

He slipped the ring on my finger then stood up. “Thanks,” he murmured before crashing his lips into mine.