Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang (Teacher-Student Romance Robert Downey Jr.)

fOol fOr YoU.

--- Robert's Point Of View ---

I can't get it out of my head. 

I can't. 

I can't think of anything else. 

Like a stigma, it is imprinted into my mind. My thought wandering around it, over and over again. Replaying every single moment in my head. Repeat. Repeat. My eyes are shut, but I can see it so clearly. I can smell the scents, hear the bass in my ear. My muscles twitch, when I try to picture her. 

Body against mine. So close. Close as ever. Her moving not against, but with me. Following my silent directions, as if I'd told her. I can almost feel her hips against mine. Never would I have thought that dancing could be this captivating. So passionate, utterly fearless of anything. Invincible movements colliding like stars and forming into one. One atmosphere. One galaxy. 

I wanted her to never let go of my hands. So desperate for affection, I wanted her to keep me by her side. Forever. How badly I wanted to pull her into the bathroom in that club. Or in a dark corner. Somewhere no one can see us. Away from all the looks, glances and questions. Away from her boyfriend. Ugh. How I despise him. 

Why would she be with that guy instead of me? And why on earth did she look breathtaking in a pair of  loose jeans and a crisp white shirt. I still smell the scent of her hair, running up my nose. She uses grapefruit shampoo. And it smells like heaven. 

I miss smelling it on the pillowcase. I know that sounds cheesy, but I do. I liked rolling over in the morning and pressing my face into the sheets, knowing that she'd slept here with me. We meet in such strange places, but it has been some time since I got to wake up next to her. Sometimes I think back to that one morning in California. I think it was the only night she stayed. The one time we actually had breakfast. She was eating a bowl of cheerios and I had a coffee. I remember exactly what we talked about and how she looked. On the kitchen counter, with her bare feet dangling next to each other. Wearing nothing but an old Black Sabbath shirt of mine. 

I don't think there has ever been a time, where we just had a couple of these days in a row. Where we would act as a couple. Be a couple, of sorts. What a stupid thing that we never got to be that. Somehow, we always found a way to fuck things up. We've never been the smartest, apparantly. 

There is nothing I'd love more than indulge in these memories, but the phone rings in a distant universe. 

My hand reaches over and I pick it up. 

"Downey." I say, rather coarse. 

"Robert? This is Hannah." The other voice says. 

I smile. "Hannah. Lovely to hear from you, how are things going with the wedding?" 

"That's actually why I'm calling." She starts. "We have a surprise for you." 

I frown and scratch my chin. "Aha?" 

"We are moving the wedding to New York!" She cries and I almost choke on my own saliva. 

"You are what?" I say confused. 

"Well, my parents were sad that we couldn't spend Christmas and New Years with Aria, since she is in New York, like you. So we had the marvellous idea to move the wedding to New York, so we can all spend the holidays together. I've always wanted a winter wedding. How magical! Right?"