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

~ Jeremy Renner

Warning: cursing

Robert's pov:

No cause I do remember I have a friend that lives in Malibu. I'm sitting on my couch, watching whatever is playing on the television. Quite boring may I add. What is with these channels? they fucking suck. I stand up from the couch, looking over at the clock, 1:38 pm, I should wake up y/n. I let her get some sleep because I woke her up at 6 am. I walk over to my room, seeing her asleep peacefully. I sit on the bed, bringing my hand to her face, I move her hair out the way. How can someone be so adorable? "Wake up princess," I stroke her cheek. I tell her to wake up again but she just groans and turns over. "Come on, wake up, we need to get my car, and..." I stop thinking for a moment about what else I need to get done, "oh yeah, I also need to go shopping."

"Just take my car," she mumbles.

"Alright, I guess I'll just carry you out of bed," I stood up. She still is laying down on the bed.

"Are you going to carry me orrrr?"

"If you get dressed," I cross my arms.

"I don't wannnnnaaaaa."

"Y/n."

"...fine," she grumbles, getting out of bed, "what does it take to get some sleep around here."

"Legs sore?"

"What?" She faces me.

"Are your legs sore?"

"...fuck you."

"You would," I grin.

"I swear to God- I can't handle you right now," she turns around, walking over to my closet mumbling. I walk up to her, wrapping my arms around her.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing."

"When you say it like that, darling, there is something," I turn her around to look at me.

"Nothing, now do you have any comfortable pants to go out with?"

"In fact I do," I let her go and walked to my other closet, looking for sweatpants. "Ah, found one," I held one up, turning around.

"Thanks," she grabs the pants and walks into the bathroom. There's something wrong. I sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing my hand all over my face, frustrated. We have a month before I go to Malibu. I swear there must be something I can do so I don't go. I feel hands on my shoulder, and her legs between mine. I look up at her and let out a smile. She returns the smile, bringing her hands on my hair, brushing it.

Y/n pov:

How can something be so cute, and hot at the fucking same time?. "It's my turn to ask who's okay now," I grin. He just smiled widely, his eyes sparkled in the light, bringing his hands to rest on my waist. "So, are you okay?"

"Always," he nods, and rests his head on my chest, bringing me close to him.

"You can always tell me."

"Why don't you tell me first," he looks me in the eyes.

"What?"

"Come on, there was surely something wrong with you."

"No, really, I'm okay. I wasn't lying, now I'm talking about you. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just stressed."

"About?"

"School."

"You sound like a student in high school," I chuckle.