First Sight ⇨ Robsten

6. To The Moon And Back

She's taking her time making up the reasons to justify all the hurt inside.

Guess she knows from the smiles and the look in their eyes,

everyone's got a theory 'bout the bitter one.

Eighteen-year-old Kristen Stewart was sitting on the steps of her trailer, smoking a cheap cigarette. She was thinking about everything wrong that had happened since she had joined the movie project "Twilight" , based on the popular novel by Stephenie Meyer.

First of all, she and her boyfriend from eternity had broken up because of him being jealous from the amount of time she had spent with her new best friend.

Second, the hatred towards her had started.

And third, she was in love for her colleague Robert Pattinson.

They're saying:

"Momma never loved her much."

"Daddy never keeps in touch."

"Stop!" , a voice snapped her back to reality.

Robert.

He was walking fast to her. Her cigarette was still in her hand.

Robert seemed rather angry. It could be seen in his eyes. When he approached Kristen, he snatched the cigarette from her hand, threw it on the ground and stomped angrily on it with his foot.

That's why she shies away from human affection.

But somewhere in a private place, she packs her bags for outter space

and now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come.

She stood up sharply and let out her feelings:

"What the actual hell, Robert?! What's your problem?!" , shouted she, attracting the attention to herself.

He softened. He couldn't believe the girl he had a huge crush on was doing this to herself. Why was she smoking? What was she intending by this? To show she was more mature than she seemed?

"You don't need to do this."

She was too embarrassed to look up from her shoes.

He was looking sadly at her, while everyone who had stared at them continued doing whatever they were doing.

Robert grasped the adolescent girl's hand and took her to his trailer.

"Now, tell me," he began as soon as they entered the trailer. "Why were you smoking?"

She sat on the edge of the sofa, still looking down.

And she'll say to him.

She's saying.

"Why do you care if I smoke?"

I'll fly you to the moon and back if you'll be, if you'll be my baby!

I've got a ticket for a world where we, we belong,

So would you be my baby?

His eyes widened. Why would he care! Of course he would care if she smoked!

She can't remember a time, when she felt needed.

If love was red, then she was color blind.