Eyes On Fire (Robsten Love Story)

Chapter 2 - On The Road

A/N: I had some people from Twitter read my previous chapter, so thanks for taking the time to read it. It means a lot so, thanks guys :) and Kristen's premiere dress is over there >>, you can actually see Rob's necklace :')  ~ WorshipStew

(Kristen's P.O.V)

It had been a few weeks since his departure and I'd barely left the house. The California sun shined bright outside but I couldn't even bring myself to get out of bed. I looked a mess, I could tell. It seemed messy hair and swollen eyes were becoming permanent; a frown constantly etched into my face. My mother had phoned many times but I didn't really want to talk to anyone so I stayed locked in the safe walls of my home. I wore Rob's t-shirts all the time, since he never packed any of his belongings here. They still had his smell on and I'd fall to sleep basking in his aroma, only to dream of him. I'd wake up then, and usually burst into a fit of tears. It seemed also that my green eyes always had tears falling from them almost all the time. 

I had no choice but to get up today. Tonight was the 'On The Road' premiere. I'd been waiting for this movie to release since I'd shot it 2 years ago. Now, it seemed almost like I had to force myself to go. I put everything I had into portraying Marylou, I'd loved the character from when I'd read the book at 15. I loved the book and was extremely proud to release this movie. I needed to remind myself that as I dragged myself to the shower to get ready for the premiere.

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"Jesus Kristen," my stylist Tara complained. "You're giving me a lot of work here to do."

"I know, I look awful," I admitted, staring at my face in the mirror. "Sorry, I've had a tough few weeks."

She gave me a sympathetic look through the mirror. "I know," She sighed, dabbing makeup on my face. "Don't worry, I'll make you look stunning for tonight. I know this is a big night for you. You've been so proud of this movie; so go out there looking beautiful and you'll be okay." She smiled.

"Thanks Tara," I said, giving a weak smile. 

"What dress are you gonna wear? You've have to go bold for your return to the spotlight."

I sighed. "I don't want to return to the spotlight. I don't want the hate, and all the people asking personal questions. I can't take it. Not now." 

Tara gave another sigh, still putting makeup on my face. "Look, you'll be fine. They won't ask personal questions and if they do, walk away. People have come here to see you; your fans, they love you."

"It takes a million good comments to rise you up but only one bad one to bring you down..." I muttered. 

"Kristen! Snap out of it! In all the time I've been your stylist you've always been fearless, not caring what anyone thinks, especially the media. You've stayed grounded and took risks because you were fearless. You've made movies to please the fans who care about it, not the movie critics and you've never cared if you were on the best dressed list. Stay fearless Kristen. I know you're having a rough bump now, but don't let what people say bother you. You never have before."

I just stared at her, stunned into silence. I let a little smile escape. She was right. 

My dress was stunning; I loved it. Zuhair Murad was the designer and I stood in the mirror; gleaming in the gorgeous embellished dress. My brown hair was clipped up, and pulled to one side. My makeup was done well, I looked normal again, pretty even, but I could still see my own pain reflected in my eyes. Under the dress, I still wore the necklace Rob had given me, safely tucked away, always close to my chest. I wore black heels also, considering I'd put my trainers on later if they started to hurt, but decided to suck it up.  

I was escorted to the limo then, and on my way to the premiere. I was crazy nervous. 

"Kristen! Kristen!" The paparazzi were yelling my name; snapping pictures of me endlessly as soon as I stepped onto the red carpet. The flashes of their cameras blinding me. I stood posing for them, so far, so good. I looked over to the right and saw fans shouting me, so I walked over and started signing auto-graphs for the desperate fans.

"Kristen we love you!" Said a girl, handing me a picture of myself to sign. 

"Kristen you look beautiful!" Said another girl, who asked to take a picture with me.

I gave them all grateful smiles and continued to sign auto-graphs while they yelled compliments at me. It made me feel so much better. 

"Thanks guys," I said, handing a girl back her pen. "You guys are awesome." 

I then got whisked away to do some interviews with my co-stars. Garrett greeted me and we started talking to the interviewer about the movie; praising the director and talking about how lucky I felt to play Marylou and how I prepared for my role, him doing the same. 

"It's great to see you back, how are you doing these days?" The interviewer asked, his mic and camera in my face. 

"I'm doing good." I lied, keeping up my happy façade.

"Yeah?" He questioned, before I hastily walked away, making sure to kill him with my eyes.

I went into the movie theatre, did a quick Q & A about my character and then sat down to watch the movie. Luckily, I was able to absorb myself into the movie and I came out thoroughly proud, congratulating my co-stars. 

"Good job guys," I said, patting Sam and Garrett on the back, they gave me a smile and we shared congratulations. 

"You coming to the after party?" Sam asked. I shook my head, I was so tired. 

"I'm think I'm gonna head home. I'm beat." I admitted.

He nodded and gave me a quick hug before I walked out into the glare of paparazzi camera flashes and got into my limo to head home. 

I walked through my door, into my house, feeling absolutely shattered and pulled my heels off, took my hair out and carefully unzipped my dress. I quickly wiped the make-up off my face and pulled one of Rob's T-shirts over my head, sniffing it to make sure it still smelled of him. It did, a lot. I then crawled into bed, wearing only hot-pants and Rob's top. I pulled the necklace he got me from under the shirt, it was actually a locket, inside was an inscription in Latin that translated to: "Even if you can’t see me, my love for you is always there." and I whispered to myself:

"Robert, I love you."

A/N: So, that was the 'On The Road' premiere, the pictures of Kristen at that premiere, you can see that she was so sad. It really helped me to imagine what she must have been feeling. Aww, man. I wanted to hug Kristen so bad. Yeah I'm lame. ;) Thanks for reading anyway. Please vote if you can. ~ WorshipStew