Okay, this is my first fic everrrr, so bare with me ;)

It's RK, but they're not famous and they don't know each other. They are just normal people. Just in case anyone got confussed.

I really, REALLY wanna thank my twitter betas for helping me. Thank you Joseline (Joss17) for correcting all of my mistakes. And basically being the other half of my brain on this :P
And thank you Maria (Krisattz) for your wonderful opinions, questions and basically just being my bestie 3

It's short, but it'll get longer.

I do not own Rob and Kristen, but Rob and Kristen definitely own me.

Cigarettes and Silhouettes

The Beginning

KPOV

The headlights on the highway were blurred into one bright spotlight that was leading me towards my new beginning. I hadn't slept in days and the air flowing from my open window was barely enough to keep me alert. I looked out my passenger window and saw the sign that read, 15 miles to Los Angeles. "You're almost free". I thought to myself with relief.

I kept the radio loud, because silence was not a good place. My thoughts would start to race and my mind would go back to that dark place that I've already put behind me. Some people would say I'm running away, but for me, it's only the beginning.

After a long, tiring drive, I pulled into the driveway of my new home. It was a lot larger in person than it was on the website. I took a quick look around the neighborhood. The first the I noticed was that all the houses looked identical. They were simple, yet very big and nice, well except for the one right beside me. All of the walls were entirely made out of glass and all of the lights were off so it looked like a house of mirrors. I must be living next to a movie star,I thought.

I breathed in the crisp Californian air and looked up at the huge palm trees in my front yard. Only in Los Angeles.

I walked up to the door and got the key from under the mat that my realtor said she would leave me. I opened the door, making it echo into the dark, large living room. I stepped inside, making my shoes click against the hardwood floor. I flicked the light switch on and the house came to life. Even though it was empty, it already felt like home. It felt like freedom.

It was nearing 4 AM and I was not in the mood to start unloading everything from the U-Haul that was connected to my car. I went back out to the car to get my purse and a couple boxes from the backseat that I only needed for the night.

As I bent down to grab a box, I heard a door open. I immediately shot up, and began looking around. It was pitch black, except the light flooding from my house and the moonlight. I suddenly heard the flick of a lighter and a cough coming from the direction of the glass house. All I could see was a silhouette of a man and the orange glow of a cigarette. And the movie star emerges.

I continued lifting up the boxes from the backseat and placed them on the trunk, each time taking a glance at the stranger watching me. At least I think he's watching me. Looking at the boxes I must have piled them too high because all three boxes toppled over into the driveway. "Shit," I muttered.

"You okay?" the stranger yelled. He had a British, a husky accent. It almost made my skin melt just hearing those two words.

I didn't answer. What business did he have standing outside, stalking me at four in the morning?

As I picked up the boxes, I heard footsteps and leaves crackling. I looked toward the sound and saw the British man walking near me. I could see the smoke coming out of his mouth and the embers falling from the cigarette, but could not get a clear view of him; only the silhouette of him.

"Are you okay?" he asked again. He was standing a few feet away from me now. I could slightly make out his jaw. And what a perfect jaw it was. And I could have sworn I saw a sparkle in his eyes. I think they were blue. Or green?

"Yeah," I replied, while trying to make out the rest of his face.

He bent down to pick up the last box on the ground and handed it to me. As I took it from him, our hands touched. I'm not sure if I really felt it or if I was half asleep that made me think I felt something, but I felt a shock surge through my body.

I then heard him gasp, which probably meant I wasn't half asleep.

"Thanks," I mumbled. Not even the darkest of nights could have stopped me from seeing the beautiful smile that spread across his mouth.

It made my breath catch in the back of my throat. Dammit Kristen, say something.

"Um, I'm Kristen," I said while I held out one hand and held the box in the other, most likely looking like an idiot.

"Robert, but call me Rob," he said, shaking my hand. He finished his cigarette and put it out on the ground.

"Well Rob, thank you for your help but it's kind of late..." I said, trailing off.

"Oh, of course. Would you like me to help you carry those inside?" he asked, and I could have sworn I heard a bit of eagerness in his voice.

"No, that's okay. Thank you though," I said, while rummaging up my best smile to assure him.

His beautiful smile appeared on his mouth again. My cheeks became hot and I thanked god that he couldn't see me clearly at the moment.

"Well, it was very nice to meet you Kristen," The way my name rolled off his tongue made me shiver. Who the hell is this stranger?

"You too Rob," I managed to stutter out.

He walked back towards his house, and I watched him go. Who is this man? He spoke to me for less than five minutes and already has my heart racing?

I gathered all of my boxes and headed back into the house. I began walking around, getting acquainted with my new home. I had no bed yet, so the living room floor would have to do for tonight. I unpacked a couple pillows and blankets and laid them out on the floor.

I noticed a light come on out of the corner of my eye. I walked over to the big window and saw the British stranger sitting in his big glass house. Should I really be spying on him like this?

He was sitting on his couch with his hands moving through his hair. The light was too dim to see any more features than I had outside.

He then stood up and walked to the glass wall that was facing my house.

"Oh, shit", I mumbled as I quickly moved out of the window to get out of view. I pressed my back to the wall. Oh god, now he thinks I'm a fucking stalker. Great job Kristen.

I stayed there for a few seconds before I took a peek, my head back into the window. I looked for him but he was gone. All of the lights were off and it was a house of mirrors once again. I let out a sigh. I couldn't tell if it was a sigh of disappointment or relief.

The first thing that came to mind was, Buy curtains.

I walked around the house and threw blankets over windows and locked all doors that lead to the outside. I began to get a sinking feeling in my gut. It was nighttime, which meant silence. I was almost scared to go to sleep. I couldn't remember the last time I didn't wake up in a pool of sweat from my frequent nightmares.

At the same time, I felt safe. It was a strange feeling, but I wasn't going to question it right now. I laid on the floor and stared out the only window that I left uncovered. It was the one facing the glass house. I took full advantage of this safe feeling and dozed off while I thought about my new beginning and my silhouette stranger.

So what did you think?
I promise there will be more angst and lemons to come in the next chapters ;)

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