The moment I've been waiting for for so long! It's finally here! I'm so excited for this story, it's crazy.

If you've read my other stories, you'll know that I spend an awful lot of time putting poor Bumblebee through the wringer. And it breaks my heart just as much as yours :( So, I decided to create this AU...a Hollywood AU...and pack it so full of fluff it's nearly going to float away - It's just so fluffy!

White Rose WILL appear eventually and (I think) in a very interesting way. But until then, it's just a whole lot of bees, bees, and more bees. Enjoy!

(And I don't own RWBY - I won't repeat that every chapter)

Yang walked out of the gym into the late morning sun after a rather vigorous workout. Still clad in her workout clothes, she knew that she probably should have changed at the gym in case there are any cameras around (at least, that's what her agent would say), but she really didn't care if she got caught. She didn't live too far from here, so she wouldn't be outside for long.

Plus, in her form fitting black shorts, yellow spaghetti strap tank with black and yellow sneakers, she actually thought she looked pretty good. Maybe not red carpet good, but at least regular person good…

But the weather outside was just too nice today for her not to walk the fifteen minutes back to her apartment. Clear and warm, it was the perfect temperature to be strolling by the many shops and restaurants in the area.

Currently in between projects, she actually finally had some free time to enjoy days like today without her cell phone ringing constantly with one person after another trying to get ahold of her. Still, she knew that her agent would contact her at least two more times today (the first had already occurred this morning to remind her that she didn't have anything scheduled for today...as if she had needed a reminder for that).

Walking down the sidewalk, she wondered why there weren't more people out enjoying the perfect weather. Then, she remembered that it was a Wednesday at 11 a.m. and most people would be stuck in their offices for at least a few more hours.

She received some stares from the few people who were out, but nothing too egregious. Fortunately, she had gotten used to the feeling years ago; no longer did she feel violated by the looks as she once had.

It was at that time that she felt a familiar presence nearby…something that made her skin crawl and the hairs on her arm stand on end.

"Fancy meeting you here, Yang."

She froze at the sound of the familiar voice, internally chastising herself for being dumb enough to walk home today. After taking a few seconds to compose herself, she slowly turned around to greet the speaker.

"Heyyy…Cinder," she replied as she laid eyes upon the petite brunette standing behind her. She forced a polite smile onto her face for appearances, just in case anyone was watching their interaction. Mentally, she kicked herself for having not noticed the girl when she had stepped out of the coffee shop Yang had just walked past.

"How have you been?" Cinder asked civilly, taking a step forward into her personal space. Yang's immediate reaction was to take one step back, trying to maintain some semblance of a safe buffer between them.

"Oh, you know, just busy…" she replied, backing further away while she attempted to end the conversation as quickly as possible. Nothing good could come of an extended interaction with the brunette.

Of course, Cinder was persistent, as always, matching Yang step for step as they continued their unusual stroll down the sidewalk. The girl must have felt so vindicated, catching Yang out in public where the blonde couldn't easily slip away without causing a scene. In fact, the smirk on Cinder's face confirmed that that was exactly how she felt right now.

"You know…I've been thinking that we needed to talk…" the brunette said, reaching out one arm and brushing her fingers lightly down Yang's left shoulder.

Yang (none too subtly) yanked her arm away as if Cinder had tried to touch her with a lit match.

Way to keep it cool, she chided herself at her knee jerk reaction.

But as far as she was concerned, they had absolutely nothing left to speak about except for work every once in awhile. Merely exchanging pleasantries seemed to be far too much talking with the woman. But how to make Cinder understand that clearly?

As Yang tried to come up with the perfect words to say, her eyes happened to land upon Plan B - a block in the direction she had just come. Of course, Yang was no coward about speaking to the girl…she just…really didn't want to right now.

"You know…" Yang began, halting her backwards walk and taking a quick step forward, catching Cinder by surprise with their sudden proximity.

She bit the bullet and leaned in even closer, close enough to whisper in Cinder's ear while trying not to gag on the overpowering smell of jasmine.

"I think that…I left my phone at the gym!"

Yang took off as soon as the words left her mouth, making sure to shout, "see ya around!" with a friendly wave as she sprinted back towards her gym.

Who cared about not making a scene, anyway?

"Hey!" Cinder yelled, although her voice carried a lot of qualities similar to an angry growl.

And, just as she had suspected, Cinder pursued her.

Yang couldn't help rolling her eyes. Why did this girl have to be so predictably insane?

She kicked her legs into high gear, silently cursing herself for doing extra stair climbers this morning. She was already at a slight disadvantage to begin with, knowing that Cinder was faster than her over shorter distances. And with her legs already screaming in protest, Yang needed to lose her fast.

That's where the rest of her plan came in. The initial surprise had bought her a few seconds of separation, but, just past the gym, she had spotted a crowd of people lined up outside of a store. It wasn't a huge amount of people, but if she made it to the gathering first, it would block Cinder's line of vision long enough for her to duck inside and hide somewhere.

Now…Yang wasn't proud to be running...but some girls just didn't know how to take "no" for an answer. So, what other choice did she really have?

Hearing the pounding of footsteps behind her, she finally made it to the group of people. Thankfully, she had managed to maintain a few second lead on Cinder.

"Excuse me, pardon me," she said as she shoved in between several people as delicately as possible.

As soon as she was on the other side of the line, she cut to her left, ducking through the doorway into the large book store. Her eyes scanned the layout rapidly, looking for any place that might provide enough cover or a good hiding place. Her vision then fell upon some yellow caution tape blocking off a small hallway for cleaning and repairs. Perfect.

She grinned as she took off towards the hallway, easily hopping the tape and pulling open the first door she could find before slipping inside. She pulled the door shut behind her, but kept it held open a fraction of an inch - just enough so that she could see a sliver of the store outside when she pressed her eye to the doorframe.

Her heart was pounding in her ears from adrenaline as she watched Cinder pause in the store, yellow-orange eyes fiercely searching the room.

Yang felt herself stop breathing when Cinder looked in her direction. Fortunately, the girl's attention was diverted at the perfect moment by one of the store patrons wanting to take a picture with her. Cinder instantly dropped her scowl and happily obliged (everyone knew that it was extremely bad press to turn down a request from a fan, after all). After waving goodbye, Cinder looked around one more time before stalking towards the back entrance of the store.

Yang let out the breath she had been holding in a loud sigh, finally allowing the door to swing completely closed. That had been a close one. She should remember to go thank the person who had distracted…

"May I help you with something?"

"Jesus!" Yang yelped in surprise as she spun around, clutching her chest in an attempt to keep her heart from jumping clean out.

In her haste, she had failed to notice that she had run into a restroom…or that there was another occupant inside.

The girl was sitting on the counter between the sinks, legs dangling off the edge while she peered at Yang with a mildly bemused expression set on her face. Her long, black hair had a slight wave to it, in contrast to Yang's own mess of long, blonde curls. She was wearing a pair of dark jeans and white blouse that complimented her slim figure, accompanied by some cute black boots.

But the most striking feature about the girl were her eyes. Filled with intelligence and cunning, they had a piercing quality that made Yang feel as if she were being run through an X-ray machine on high power. They were also the most stunning gold Yang had ever seen.

She was beautiful. Completely, undeniably, 100%, drop-dead gorgeous.

Yang swallowed, her tongue suddenly feeling extraordinarily too large for her own mouth, as she tried to respond to the girl's question.

"I…uh…I was, you know, just…hiding from someone," she answered as nonchalantly as possible, finding no easy lie that would make her look any better than the truth.

The girl gave a small laugh in amusement, the sound causing Yang's heart to begin beating much more quickly than normal.

"Well that part was pretty obvious," she answered with a small smile. "What's not obvious is why."

While the girl struck Yang as rather reserved, she could swear that she saw a playful glint in those amber eyes. And that laugh. She could make a recording of that sound, play it 24/7 for the rest of her life, and still never grow tired of hearing it.

Realizing that she was off to a rather poor first impression, she decided that it might not be the best idea to go into more detail on the catastrophe that was Cinder Fall. Now might be a good time to introduce herself, instead.

"I'm Yang," she finally managed to say, stepping forward and extending her right hand towards the girl. "Yang Xiao Long."

The girl looked at her hand interestedly before reaching forward to grasp it, still not leaving her perch upon the counter.

"I know who you are," she replied, shaking Yang's hand briefly before releasing it. "You're in all of those Dust Chronicle movies."

Yang didn't know whether she should be proud or ashamed of herself from that comment. The way the girl said it was purely a statement, with no hint of congratulations or condemnation.

"I'm Blake," the girl said, finally breaking into another smile.

God, the smile, the eyes…Yang was having a really difficult time maintaining her poise right now...what little she might have left.

"It's nice to meet you, Blakeee…?" Yang drew out the last syllable, hoping to coax a last name out of the mysterious girl.

Blake shook her head slightly with a small grin.

"Blake Belladonna."

Yang broke into a huge smile. Cute laugh, cute smile, cute name, just plain cute. She committed the name to memory before she realized that it actually sounded vaguely familiar.

"Wait a second…" she remarked as the light bulb finally clicked on in her brain. "The author Blake Belladonna?"

The girl flushed, nearly imperceptibly, but Yang still saw it. She was pretty sure it was the most adorable thing she had seen in her entire life.

"Yes…" Blake answered quietly, as if unsure of how Yang would react to this new information.

"That's awesome! I've read some of your stuff. It's really good! Some of it is quite…steamy."

She grinned, but realized that she was just making Blake appear more and more embarrassed as she gushed.

"Uh…I'm actually up for a part in Snowy Cove," she admitted somewhat guiltily. She didn't want the girl to think that she was soliciting a reference, after all. "B-but I actually don't know if I'll have the time with the new Dust movie shooting soon."

Blake finally smiled at her, causing Yang's heart to beat a little quicker than she would ever care to admit.

"You would make a great Jade."

Yang flushed faster than she had in a long, long time. That was actually the part she was being considered for.

"So…" she began, struggling to maintain a comfortable stream of conversation. "Now you know why I ran in here, but why are you in here?"

Blake looked slowly towards the bathroom stalls before turning her eyes back to Yang, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.

"Should be pretty self-evident, right?"

Now Yang was officially the reddest she had ever been in her life. In the history of time, no one had ever been as embarrassed as she currently was. She could swear that steam was coming out of her ears from how hot her cheeks felt.

But why was she so embarrassed? She didn't get self-conscious that easily! And she was great at talking to new people...especially girls. So why was this girl getting the better of her?

"Uh…well…usually people don't…hang out here…after…" Yang trailed off, pretty sure her face was fire engine red by this point.

Blake laughed, apparently very amused by Yang's reaction. The sound was like music to her ears, but only increased her embarrassment.

"I was just…waiting here until it was time for me to…make my appearance…" Blake explained cagily, looking down at her hands as she spoke. The sudden shift to modesty caused a smile to spring back onto Yang's face.

At least this girl wasn't as impenetrably aloof as she seemed.

"What kind of appearance would you make at a…oh…"

Yang finally strung two and two together, disappointed that she hadn't understood immediately. She would blame that brain malfunction on the frenzied mindset she had been in when she had entered the store.

"A book signing! That's what all those people are out there for!"

Nodding her head, Blake smiled again, but this time it was much more of a anxious smile than before.

"My new book just came out, so I've had to do these all over the country…"

Yang quirked an eyebrow at the girl's tone.

"You don't seem very happy to be meeting your fans," she observed.

"Well," Blake began, a spark reemerging in her eyes as she looked back up. "It should come as no surprise that authors aren't particularly fond of crowds."

Yang laughed. Sometimes she completely forgot that not everyone was used to being approached on nearly every street corner by complete strangers. And Blake had gotten her, again. This girl was sharp.

"They aren't exactly rabid, so they should be pretty tame to get along with. And, they all adore the worlds you created, so you automatically have things to talk about with every single one of them!"

Blake smiled. In relief? Gratitude? Yang hoped that she had been able to provide some amount of support with her words.

"I guess you're right," Blake finally admitted.

Pulling her phone out of her pocket, the author quickly checked the time.

"I should get out there now though," she said as she finally hopped down from the counter. Yang felt a small wave of happiness when she realized that she was actually slightly taller than the raven haired girl.

Blake walked straight up to Yang, causing her heart to begin pounding as the girl grew closer and closer to her. As each inch separating them disappeared, Blake became even more stunning. Finally coming to a stop directly in front of her, Blake raised an eyebrow at her quizzically.

A moment of confusion consumed Yang as she stood there, openly gawking at the beautiful woman standing so close to her. It wasn't until Blake cleared her throat lightly that she realized she was standing in front of the door, effectively blocking the exit.

"S-sorry," Yang stuttered as she stepped hastily out of the way, allowing Blake to walk past her and push open the bathroom door.

The author paused as she was halfway out, holding the door open with her left arm.

"It was nice to meet you, Yang," she said genuinely while sending Yang another smile.

"Y-yeah it was great to meet you too!" she managed to stammer out as the door swung shut once again.

Wow, what was wrong with her today? She was usually just a little more original than that.

Now alone, she leaned her head back against the closest wall, letting out a loud sigh while she listened to the sound of her heart pounding in her ears.

"Damn."