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

Heaven.

Aria's POV

„Maybe I should just stay with the black one, you know? How about that..and with these shoes?"
I hold up a pair of black boots in front of his face, which is showing me a horrid expression. Vigorously, he shakes his head.
"God no, you've worn them since high school and it seriously needs to stop."
Aaron, who just broke up with his boyfriend of six months, is visiting from California. Last Friday he just rang me up, asking if I'm home, standing on my doorstep. Which I highly appreciate, because best friends always seem to know when to show up. He calls it a self discovery trip, á la Reese Witherspoon 'Wild', but we both know he was dying to get out of his little bubble and take in some city air.
Aaron rises from my bed and walks over to my so called closet. It's more like a hole in the wall, keeping all my clothes in one place. Slowly eating them one by one.
He pulls out a red skirt with a matching top. "How about this?"
"I prefer not to look like a hooker at my farewell party, but thanks."
"Listen, Honey. If Julia Roberts can pull of the classy prostitute, so can you."
I shake my head and he shrugs his shoulders. "Fine."
"What is wrong with the black blouse?"
Aaron sighs. "This is literally your last day and you want to look like every other woman there?"
"I mean, it's just a little get together. Not a big bash," I say and lay back onto my bed, yawning.
He rolls his eyes in agony. "But there will be people to impress, so stop being such a brat."
"There will just be some clients, business partners and the interns from all the different Departements."
Another eye roll. "Yes, which equals to what I just said, people to impress."
"Ha! I knew it! I found the one," he says and holds up a dress.
Shaking my head, I sit up, "No! Definitely not."
"Where did you even get this?" He pats the material and grins broadly.
"I got it for Christmas..from Hannah."
"Like I always said, your sister has better taste than you," he replies.
"I never argued with that," I say, "but I won't wear that tonight. It's too..."
"Gorgeous?"
"..revealing."
"Come on, at least try it on for me," Aaron pleads.
"Fine," I sigh and get up, pulling off my sweater. "I just don't think it's appropriate for a work event."
"Honey, no one will be able to think about appropriate or not, when you are wearing that. They just won't get a chance to think about anything, but what that dress is not showing."
"Which won't be much."
"Which will be the whole point," Aaron emphasizes and takes my hand to spin me around.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and it does look good. I had been eyeing that thing in California a couple of months ago, while out with Hannah, but couldn't afford it.
"I really want to say you look lovely, but you don't. You look hot as fuck."
"Language," I remind him.
"Sorry," Aaron grins. "Just for once in your life, Aria, do something you're not supposed to. Yeah?"
We look at me in the mirror and after a while I nod. "Fine, but if I get a bad recommendation I will hold you accountable."
Aaron laughs, "I will be happy to take the hit."
Then he turns to me. "Will he be there?"
I shrug, knowing exactly that he will. "I guess so. He sorta owns half of the company. I guess he must be."
"Have you guys talked at all since the wedding?" He asks.
"Here and there," I answer, "I mean we spent Christmas together with the family. And then we all went out to dinner on New Year's. But other than that, not really."
Aaron tilts his head. "You okay with that?"
I sigh. "I don't know. Everything seemed so complicated a couple of weeks ago and now it feels as if nothing ever happened at all. Does that make sense?"
He nods. "Definitely. I just feel like you told me about this amazing moment you had at the wedding and then you just stopped talking about it. As if maybe you didn't want to anymore."
Aaron was right. I couldn't bare the thought of Downey. Seeing him over the holidays was hard enough. Having to listen to him talk about all these things I haven't heard yet, all the people I didn't know and stories I couldn't relate to. It made me feel left out, almost scared. Anxious that he was drifting away from me. Making memories without me in them and meeting new people. Interesting people and even more interesting females. Women that made his life a little easier instead of more difficult.
"But maybe you'll get a chance to have a little chat tonight, huh?" Aaron looks at me eagerly. I see the worry in his eyes and I dislike myself a little for being such a mess sometimes.
"Maybe," I whisper.
He smiles softly and caresses my shoulder. "Listen, why don't you get out of this dress so it doesn't get any wrinkles before tonight, I'll make us some food and we can watch some Friends, okay?"
I nod, taking a last look in the mirror before I peel this dress off my skin. And even though I know that I shouldn't be thinking about him in that way anymore, I still feel them coming.
I can feel the wolves coming straight for my heart.
And I here them calling for me.