Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Sixteen

"I have been waiting for this call for too long," Devin states, rather calmly.

I sigh, running my hand over my face.  Maybe this was a mistake.  It was the only thing to get my moving and out of his room and far from snooping, though.  I took to the front desk in a walk of shameless shame and got a new key for my room, then forced myself to shower and hang the dress up neatly, readying it for its return to his stylist.  I probably ate half the breakfast display downstairs after that, and then decided to take a walk around the block.  Nothing helped get my mind off of the morning, so when I got back to my room that afternoon, I finally did what I was dreading and called Devin.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you," I nearly whisper, debating whether or not to tell her the rest.

"Uh huh." 

Yeah, she's upset.

"It's been crazy busy and I meant to call you and tell you but-"

"How could you not tell me you were going to be Robert Downey Jr's fucking date to a fucking red carpet movie premiere?!" she shouts finally, and I squeeze my eyes shut, still feeling a little bit of that headache from earlier.

"Not so loud," I groan, sitting on my floor with my knees against my chest and my head back.

"And you're hungover," she laughs, lowering her voice, thank God.

"It was worse this morning, don't worry..." I mumble, closing my eyes against the light filtering through the window.

She gasps and I swallow nervously, trying to quickly find a cover up.

"Oh my God, you got drunk and wound up with one of the actors, didn't you?!" she guesses.

I hesitate, not knowing how to answer, and Devin takes that as an answer in its own.

"Rachel Thomas," she whispers, weird since I was expecting another yell.  "Was it Downey?!"

I'm silent, and I know she knows.

"Holy fuck..." she breathes.  "Okay.  Okay, but you're not pregnant, right?  Please tell me you're not-"

"Devin!" I groan.  "We didn't...he just let me use his bed."

I can nearly hear her frown when she responds.  "You mean you didn't..."

"Nothing happened," I lie...yeah, lots happened, but with this being her reaction to just the premiere alone, I can't even imagine what she'd do if she finds out we kissed...twice.

She sighs, and then takes a step back.  "Still...you were his date.  I have so many questions!"

"We went as friends," I correct.

And then she starts blasting me with them anyway.

"Is that what the dress was for?!"

"Yeah."

"And you got to try them on?!  Without me?!" 

Yes, but you know I hated every second of it."

"And I know you didn't to that makeup on your own..." she teases, and she's right; I don't do lots of make up often.

"He had someone come in.  Like makeup, hair, styling...  I swear the man's a girl at heart."

"You know there's a rumor he's bi, right?"

"A rumor," I remind her.  "He's...definitely into girls," I say as my face heats up red and I remember the feeling of his hands around my waist and my knees on either side of his lap.