Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Twenty One

When I finally feel myself wake up, I keep my eyes closed for another moment, grinning at how relaxed my body is.  You know, when you don't wanna move and when you do, you feel like you could stretch for hours?  I thought not taking the pills would be hard, but...

I flash my eyes open, smiling as I contently look out over the city.  I roll off my side, toward the middle of the bed and hold the sheets over myself, fully aware of the fact that I'm naked and Robert and I very much so - and very soberly so - had sex last night.

And everything's great...until I roll over to an empty bed, with absolutely no sign of him anywhere in the hotel room whatsoever.  I sit up, holding the sheets over myself still, for what reason, I don't know, and scan the room.

"Robert?" I call, I guess to double check, but nothing...just silence.

And then my eyes land on it, a note on the side table, just like the day I arrived.  Slightly annoyed, I grab for it and read it.

Had to work.  I'll send a car.

That's it?  That's fucking it?  So, what, I got played?  We're supposed to just still be buddies after this?  Pretend this didn't happen, either?  Cause his note doesn't seem like he cares, and I swear he did last night...  He was so delicate, so affectionate...

Now fully irritated, I force myself out of bed and take a quick shower, then grab my things.  The fun part?  I have no idea when the car is even going to be here; I can't find my phone anywhere.

And then it hits me, I left my jacket there yesterday, and my phone's in the pocket.  Fuck.   Groaning, I grab my ID, like he noted I'd need to get in, and head downstairs, waiting for the car in the lobby for nearly a half hour before I see the familiar black town car pull up. 

I do my best not to take my anger out on the driver, but the car ride is spent in silence as I fiddle with my hands in my lap, trying to mentally force myself to calm down and hear him out first.  Maybe he just didn't have time.  Maybe he texted me and I didn't get it.  I'm jumping to conclusions.

When we get there, I have the driver hand the guy at the gate my ID, and like Robert promised, I'm granted access.  Thankfully, they must be taking a break, because when the car drops me off, it's easy to figure out where the group is - on the same stage as yesterday, apparently reshooting the same stuff.  They're gathered around a small table in the back, and Robert's with Gwyneth, laughing at something they're talking about, looking handsome as ever.

Don't cave, Rachel.  Don't.

I shrug my bag over my shoulder and silently creep across the back to where I see my jacket sitting over the back of his chair; he obviously noticed, too, and kept it there in for when I arrived, but I don't care...I'm still miffed about the short note.  So I grab for it, digging my phone from it; great, dead.

Sighing, I shrug the jacket on and put my phone back in my bag, leaving it for later when I can charge it, but I'm quickly interrupted.

"Hey," he says, voice smooth as ever, and I look up, faking a smile, completely embarrassed and awkward.

"Hi..."

"I found your jacket...but I guess you noticed that..." he says, scratching the back of his head as he tries to read me.

"Yeah," I comment.  "Thanks."

He sighs, stuffing his hands in Tony's jean pockets.  "This is weird.  Should this be weird?"

"I don't know, you tell me," I snap, and he definitely hears the tone I accidentally coat it wit.

"What does that mean?"