𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 (𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐫. 𝐗 𝐘/𝐧)

~ We're Moving?

(he looks so fucking hot bye- also what in the actual fuck, thank you for 4k, like are you fucking serious, okay but imagine me getting 5k on my birthday which is on June 11, if we do, I'll do a super long chapter because this is fucking nuts. Also, I messed it up, I thought we lived in New York. But in case you forgot, you actually live in Los Angeles, California.)

It's been a month, me and Britney have found an apartment, we have been living in it for about a week now, and so far so good. It's a lot cheaper than our dorms and we have bigger rooms. Downey and I have been going on dates and enjoying it, we did end up talking about my dad, we were calm about it, and everything is going smoothly. I only have one more month for college then I'm free. Although I have been looking for a job and found one. I get to be the assistant for the boss, it pays well, it's easy, and I love it. The issue is, I live in Cali, but the job is in New York. And if I tell this to Robert he wouldn't probably let me go there.

Robert's Pov:

I will fucking kill myself if this bitch doesn't stop talking. We are currently having a teacher conference meeting. Every teacher is adding ideas for the college. But this one bitch, keeps talking and talking and talking. I rest my head on my hand, feeling tired about falling asleep. I only got 1 hour of sleep last night because I was up grading all my student's work.

"Downey!" the principal yells, getting my attention back.

"Yes?"

"Will you be going?"

"Uh...Yeah?"

"Good, everyone is dismissed except Downey," Everyone grabs their bags and walks out the door, leaving me and Mr. Micheal. "I'm so glad you can go to Malibu for us!"

"WhAt?" I turn to face him, surprised. I said yes to that?!

"Yeah, we really appreciate it that you'll be working there from now on."

"So I'm not going to be here anymore? In Los Angeles?"

"Well yeah, because you said you will be teaching in Malibu."

"No, no, listen I can't do that-"

"Then why'd you agree?"

"...Okay I'm not saying the meeting was boring, my ears just turned off heh," I scoff embarrassed, "and I heard you wrong, so I just said 'yes."

"Well I'm sorry I can't do anything about it now," he grabs his bag.

"Wait, there must be something," I stopped him from going.

"I'm sorry Downey, I can't change it now, because the meeting is over and no one else agreed, I'll talk to you later," he walks out the door leaving me standing alone. What in fuck's name do I do now? What do I tell y/n?

Y/n pov:

"Should I call him?" I ask Britney.

"And tell him that you're leaving him here? Just for your work? Are you crazy?"

"Surely he wouldn't be mad at me."

"Y/n, he's Mr. Downey, he will get mad, especially finding out his girlfriend will leave him for a job in New York."

"Ugh, what do I do Britney? I have to tell him."

"Okay, I don't think you just heard me. He. Will. Be. Mad. Or. Sad. Now, do you want him to feel that way?"

"No," I look down at the ground. She sits down on the couch drinking her water. I pace back and forth in front of her.

"Y/n move out the way, I want to watch."