Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Fifty Seven

"You got a tattoo?!"

"Yup."

"Are you crazy?!"

"Yup."

"Why?!"

"I dunno," I shrug.  "It's not a big deal.  I've wanted to for years."

"Yeah, I know, Swiftie, fan girl, whatever.  But you actually did it and you didn't even tell me!" Devin pouts from the couch as I sit with my feet up on the living room table, the black heart on my foot now on display.

"I just decided to go yesterday," I shrug, scrolling through Twitter.  "Again, not a big deal."

It is, though.  I'm always like this...rebellious, needing to do something drastic to attempt to make things better.  It never really does, but I guess there's a part of doing dramatic stuff that thrills me, kind of makes me feel like I'm resetting, starting off new again...

"Did it hurt?" she asks next, and I shake my head.

"Nope."

"Did you tell Robert?"

I sigh, dropping my phone as I decide to stand and remove myself from the couch.  "Nope."

I don't want to talk about him at this point. He's at least left me alone, which is exactly what I asked for, but at the same time, I was hoping there'd be...something?  I don't know.  Just some kind of gesture.  Guess that's why guys think we're crazy, huh?  Always wanting the opposite of what we say...

I spend the next week or so in my room, for the most part.  No errands, no leaving the house.  I don't even really want to be here, since it's what Robert gifted us, and I don't want to be linked to him at all anymore, but it's fine.  I can manage.  Devin likes it, so that counts for something I guess.

It's like everything reminds me of something, you know?  I spent some time outside, watching the waves roll onto the sand far down below the hills.  My only thoughts?  The time Robert and I attempted paddle boarding in the ocean.  Devin invited me to Nobu with Ezra, but I didn't bother going.  The very essence of it reminds me of him.  Shit, even the act of reaching for a coffee cup in the kitchen leaves me in a trance, unresponsive for a moment before I decide against even drinking the stuff.

But eventually I have to get back on track from my mini vacation and when I emerge from my room about a week before the awards to meet Rob and the band for our first rehearsal, Devin's jumping up from her seat at the dining room table, closing her laptop.

"Holy shit, you're going out?!"

"Just rehearsals," I tell her, knowing she's assuming it's a date or something with Robert.

"Oh."  She sounds defeated.  "Well, that's something.  You need out of that room."

"I'll be back after we're done for today," I answer, ignoring her comment as I grab my bag at the door.

"Why don't we go out later, then?" she asks.  "Come on, we can go anywhere you want.  Into town, that place on Sunset that you like..."

"That place on Sunset is where Robert took us and I don't like their food anyway," I mutter.

"You know that's a lie," she groans, running a hand through her messy hair.  "Look, I love you, but you're being a total bitch recently."

"Excuse me?" I snap back, and she takes a breath.

Low freaking blow.  It's only fueling my anger.

"All you've done is sit in that room moping about a stupid fight that happened over a month ago!" she rants.  "Okay, I get it, he almost bought drugs, what the fuck ever!"