Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Forty Three

"Okay, and only like half the seats were full when I went on, so I was like nope, there's no way this is gonna go well.  Not like LA, you know?  That place was packed from the beginning.  But they cheered.  Again.  And I just, I don't know, it just kinda came naturally to me, and-"

"Babe."

"-I just went with it, and played through some stuff, and it felt like I was talking to a friend, you know?  But there were like thousands of them, not just one, and-"

"Rach."

"they actually listened to my words, not just kinda tuned me out till I played something they recognized.  And oh my God, the pictures!"

"Rachel!"

"Yeah?" I finally ask, snapping back to focus at the sound of his voice.

"Take a breath," he laughs over the phone, and I do so, realizing I actually need it.

"Sorry..." I sigh.  

But he's happy as can be, but what else is new?  "Don't be, you're excited.  As you should be.  Just...slow down a little so I can keep up."

I smirk, laying my head against the pillows.  "Is this really happening?!"

"Yes, weirdo, it is.  I told you, you're good.  Start believing me."

And then I let out a squeal and toss around in the sheets, grinning ear to ear.  "And God, they knew about you!"

"Everyone does," he remarks, cocky as ever, but I just laugh.

"No, like they knew me for me, but when I mentioned you, they went nuts."

"I heard," he answers, amused.

"You did?  Did you watch it?!  They had fan videos online before Sting even finished!"

"Yeah, and you gained a shit ton of followers since Fallon," he tells me.  "Are you checking that stuff?"

"Devin is.  Sort of.  We both are...  She's got all these interviews set up for me and I'm kinda panicking...Fallon was cool, you know?  Easy to talk with.  But these guys..mostly local radio stations and stuff, people who don't really need a face for TV..."

"Well," he exhales.  "I just try to remind myself that they're interviewing me.  I'm the one who's gonna be controlling how to conversation goes, not them.  They ask the questions, but I get to take it where I want to."

"They're just gonna ask about you," I admit.

"So comment and then bring up something else, like our plans for your songs, or...tell a funny story or something," he offers.  "Just don't give em what they want."

"What's that?"

"A story.  Gossip."

"Well, I'm not gonna be rude!"

"I'm not saying be mean," he chuckles.  "Just be yourself but don't let em take advantage of you."

"I'll try..." I mumble, not wanting to work myself up yet.

"So," he tosses back, changing the subject.  "Best boyfriend, huh?"

I bite my lip, nodding to myself.  "Yup.  I think so."  Then I calm down just a little bit, sounding more sincere.  "No one's ever been this supportive of me before...outside of Devin and my mom."

"Get used to it," he tells me.  "Just think of me as your biggest fan."

"Only if I'm still yours," I tease.  "Who am I kidding, of course I am!  All of those women in the crowd went nuts for you but I'm the one who gets to call you every day."