Behind The Scenes

Chapter Twelve

Almost the entire ride to the hospital was silent, and the tension I created was as thick as mud. I couldn't think about anything else besides what I'm going to say, or how I would explain why I haven't contacted either of them.

I was preparing myself for the worst, answering every question they could possibly ask me, making sure that I would get an A on the test. I ran through every possible scenario that could take place, and how I would approach each problem.

As these thoughts overwhelmed me, I couldn't help but be restless, and fidgety. Robert caught onto my nervousness right away, but didn't say a word, probably because he knew that no matter what he would say to calm me down, I would come back at him with an equal, and opposite comeback, regardless of how right he was.

He quickly pulled into a parking spot in the back of the parking lot, and we both just sat there. We didn't say a word, and the back of my neck started getting as hot as fire from my nervousness. I can tell he is trying to think of something to say, that wouldn't trigger me into combat mode.

"I don't know what you want me to say." He says shaking his head. I try not get angry at him, because he is just the innocent bystander.

"Kiss me." I say quietly, embarrassed of what came out of my mouth.

"What?" He turns to me, as I just sit there, drowning the silence once again.

"Kiss me." I say it louder this time. At first I thought he wasn't going to do anything until he placed his left hand, on my right cheek and moved my head so that I look at him.

We just look at eachother, staring into the inevitable, when he slowly moves his head toward mine, and we simoltanously close our eyes. Our lips touch, softly, and elegantly. They seem to have a mind of their own, and start to move in unison, as if they were made to come together.

Eventually he pulls away, and once again, silence hits us like a truck.

"We should probably head in." He says, still with his hand on my cheek, and me in the same position as before the kiss.

I simply nod and say, "Yeah."

He grabs his key, and opens the door, as do I. We stand up and I hear the click of the car doors lock as we start to walk towards the large, modern hospital.

"I'll try not to throw punches like I did last time." I say shoving my hands in my pockets since I had no other place to put them.

"Well, if you do, I'll break up the fight." This comment makes laugh, more than it should have.

"My brother's name is Dylan, he's a pussy, and my mom's name is Lauren, she's a bad ass, but not the super coo, amazing bad ass. The super annoying, show off bad ass." I explain, so that he won't be surprised by what will happen, "I don't know how Dylan came to be such a pussy, because literally, no one in the entire family is as much of a pussy as he is. He backs out of everything, and doesn't Rick anything."

The doors of the hospital open before us, and we follow the signs on the walls that help guide us to the elevators.

"Well, I'll be nice, I'm sure I'll like them." He says as we approach one of the elevators, and I push the up arrow.

"Okay." I say sarcastically as I roll my eyes, knowing that he won't last thirty seconds in that room.

"What?" He questions as I laugh.

"Let me put it this way, the only thing they have in common, is that they somehow possess the ability to piss off a complete stranger so much, that within the first twenty minutes of their conversation, that stranger is ready to strangle one of them, regardless of the consequence." I say pushing the number three, Dylan texted me the room number yesterday, since I told I might come over and see her.

Robert starts to, "Has this happened?"

"First day of high school, I was a freshman, he was a junior, he goes to his first class, first fifteen minutes, my dad is in the nurses office because he got beat up from something he said in the class." The door opens up and we walk out, making sure we take a left after exiting.

"He's not the best at making friends." He says taking a deep breath.

"Trust me, my mom ain't a walk in the park either, first twenty-five minutes of our parent teacher meeting, there was full on brawl in the middle of the class room." I start laugh as I look back on that day.

"Huh." He says, clearly trying to imagine it.

"Here it is." I say pointing to a room on the right, I am all too familiar with this hospital since my visit last year.

We walk towards the closed door, and twist the knob. As soon as we walk in, the smell of my mom's perfume hits me, and I'm almost ready to throw up.

"Hey sweetie." My mom says and gives me a small smile, probably the best smile she's ever given me.

"You made it." Dylan says standing up and walking towards me, "And who's this?"

The door fully opens and Dylan realizes who I have with me, but my mom is still confused.

"Robert Downey Junior?" Dylan asks clearly in shock.

"Hi." Robert gives a slight smile and waves.

"Who are you?" My mom asks, she's not caught up in all of the more recent actors. She's still caught up in the sixties.

"Do you remember Robert Downey Senior?" I ask her loudly because her hearing has almost gone out, even with her hating aids.

"Oh yes, he was a hottie." She smiles as I approach her.

"This is his son, Robert Downey Junior." Robert walks up next me.

"My god, you look just like him." She says which, in his perspective, wouldn't be a compliment because of how much he hates his dad.

"That's what people say, but I don't see it." He says with a smile, and my mom just looks confused.

"What?" She asks loudly.

Instead of repeating himself he just loudly says, "Thank you."

"Why is he here?" Dylan says in a snarky tone from behind us. I turn around and look at him, thinking of a good comeback.

"Was I not allowed to bring him? Is that against the rules?" I ask shaking me head and crossing my arms. I will always fight against him, to prove a point, and to show that I'm the boss.

"No, I was just wondering, Jesus Christ Charlotte, you don't have to blow things out of proportion." This comment lights a fire in me that will be very to stop.

"Why do you have to such a snarky bitch?" I ask.

"Charlotte." Robert whispers hoping to calm me down, but it'll take a lot more than that to do the trick.

"I was just asking why you brought a famous actor, not everybody does that." Dylan says taking off the coat portion of his suit.

"I didn't bring him, he wanted to come, there's a difference." I fire back. "Does that answer your question?"

"I don't know, does it?" After this question was asked, the fire inside me exploded, and I was ready to go after him.