Passive Me, Aggressive You (Robert Downey Jr.)

Awkward

The sun was so bright this morning. Peering into my trailer. I stirred mildly and pulled the covers over me completely. But then they were suddenly torn off of me. I scream and Robert screams as well. I wasnt exactly fully clothed. 

"What the hell Robert?!" I shout. 

"Who sleeps naked in their trailer?!" 

"Apparently I do!!" I spit back.

"Be thankful it was me and not someone else." I say while sitting up and pulling my clothes on. He still hid from me, shielding his eyes. I knew my body was nice. I ate like a health nut and boarded every single day. I buttoned up my shorts and said 

"I'm dressed now." He whipped around, his face still shining like a tomato. Why?

"Haven't you ever seen a girl naked before?" I say as we pull out of my trailer. I really did need to get new clothes, this ones were full of skateboarding sweat. Ew. 

"Not one's that I've worked with." He says with a small chuckle, "Except for my wife." He then immediately got quiet. Not because he was still embarrassed, no, this time he looked sad. Did I say something? I take his keys from him and jingle them in his face. If it was my fault for making him sad then I should probably try and cheer him up. 

"Race ya." I say with a devious smirk. 

"Andie, dont." It was weird hearing my name with such sadness in a voice. Everyone loved me, I've never heard it in this tone before. And it was the first time he had ever said it. I get closer to him, so close that our noses were touching, and mine was scrunched, my smile only growing. 

"C'moooon Rob. First one to the car gets to go to their house first." I say while I watch him stare at his feet. He than looks up at me, gracing my hand with his hands presence and taking the keys from me, smilin and says,

"You're on." I immediately hop on my board and skate as fast as possible to his car, slamming into the back of it. It hurt, but I still won. He came up to me a little breathless and laughed. 

"You cheated." He said, smiling and catching his breath. 

"What can I say? I'm a hoodlum." I say, popping the hood on my sweatshirt over my head. He laughed at me and shook his head and got into his solstice. I pulled the shades he gave me over my eyes as he put the top down. 

"I see you like those glasses." He says with a smirk, but then he smile fades again and he's thinking of things he shouldn't be. Since when was Robert Downey Jr. ever a sad guy? 

"Somethings wrong with you." I say as we continue the drive. 

"Where do you live?" He replied, beating around the bush. 

"West hollywood." I say as I give him my address. He then looks at me astonished. 

"Those houses are SPENDY."

I shrug at his comment and tell him about my room mates. 

"All of us have really nice jobs. For the most part. Well, except for Mick, he is a manager at Starbucks, but what girls don't love having a gay bestfriend around? Then there's Ashton. She paints and builds sets for films, essentially what I do but not on a persons face. Jade is a bartender at one of the hottest clubs in hollywood, Boulevard3. And Jassy is working as an intern at a really nice law firm, I don't mean to brag but she's worked a lot with Lindsay Lohan." He nodded, growing extremely quiet.

"That's pretty impressive." He says and pulls into my driveway.

He walked inside with me and looked around our huge living room. We also had a huge kitchen, a small gym in our basement, a sauna in our sunroom which looked over our underground pool, 4 bedrooms and 5 baths.