I'm gonna get you (Robert Downey Jr. fanfic)

- "White shirt" -

I woke up from the shower Robert was currently in, singing a song I couldn't make out.

What the hell? It's almost 8 a.m and he's in a good mood? I bet he's an alien.

A small grin crept up my lips as a Idea came up. I rubbed my eyes and stood up so fast I almost fell to the ground. Whatev.

I opened the bathroom door to see Robert standing there, washing his hair and facing the wall. Thank god the Shower had a big line in the middle so I didn't see his butt. I would die here and then. But his back was muscular and oh my god...No, stop.

I made my way to the toilet, flushed it down and ran away as fast as I could, almost snorting and crashing against the wall. I heard Roberts scream and something hard falling down "Ah fuck fuck fuck!", The bathroom door opened again and there stood Robert, only with a towel on his waist. Fuck this shit, I'm out. I sat down on the bed and looked out the window, pretending I don't know what happened but I couldn't hold my smile and hearing Robert muttering something under his breath made it only funnier. So as you can imagine I snorted like a freaking elephant and he stepped nearer, looking like he was about to kill me.

"I see you're in a good mood", his voice was deep, serious and his face had written 'annoyed' all over. "Yeah", I smirked and he rolled his eyes, breathinf out.

First I thought that was it but it wasn't, he jumped on me and held my hands above my head, still (!) in his towel. Whatever you do, don't look down. Don't look down.

Of course I looked down and almost died. He was so freaking hot, jesus almighty hold me.

He leaned closer and bit his lip "Two can play this game", I closed my eyes, waiting for the kiss but it didn't happen. He got up and rested his hands on his hips. Tease!

I sighed and made my way downstairs, hoping to find something to eat. The kitchen was really big and I thought I'm gonna get lost but thankfully I found everything I needed. Bacon, eggs, toast, milk, coffee...wait, where is the coffee? I opened all kind of cupboards, I even checked the fridge. Annoyed I rested my hands on the counter, looking down and trying to think where it could be. Suddenly I felt hands wrapping around me. Robert laughed and rested his head on my shoulder, "looking for this?", he had coffee in his hands and I breathed out, embarassed.

I grabbed the coffee out of his hands, turned around and put his hands away, he's still my teacher and that's not normal.

We sat at the table, silently eating the breakfast I made. Robert was reading the newspaper (like all men do, i think) and I was dealing with the almost burned bacon. "What are you doing?", Roberts face showed up behind the newspaper, furrowing his brows. "Trying to get out the burned parts", he folded his newspaper neatly and grabbed the fork out of my hand "That's not how you do it", I gaped my mouth sarcastically and crossed my arms "Oh? Teach me, master", he smirked and easily removed the burned parts. What the frick?

He winked at me and stood up, grabbing his coffee and going upstairs. What the hell is he doing now?

I grabbed the dishes, still thinking about what he was doing upstairs, washed them and dried my hands.

Well, whatever he's doing it must be really hard because it's been half an hour since he left. "Robert?", I asked loudly, hoping he'd hear it from upstairs.

The frick is going on?

I thought for a second about going upstairs and after fighting with myself how it's his business, I did.

"No. What, why?", I heard him yell. Sounds like he's talking to someone on the phone?

"No, I don't know where she is, I'm sorry Mrs. Greene", I gaped my mouth, feeling as if someone is stabbing my sromach right now. He's talking to my mother? How and...why?

I opened the door a bit to make him notice me. He was facing the window, phone in his one hand the other in his pocket. Why did he lie? He knows exactly where I am.

I took a step closer and poked his back. Robert jumped a bit but layed a finger on my mouth, gesturing that I should basically shut the fuck up.

"Yes, she's coming to school. Maybe she's staying at a friends house....Yes, I bet she's doing fine. She's in good hands", he smirked and stroked my cheek, making my face feel like it's been baked with tomatoes.

I put his hand away, tilting my head to the side and waiting for him to end the call.

"Yes. Thank you. Have a nice weekend to. Yes. Goodbye", He threw his phone on the bed, half-smiling he sat down on the seat across the bed "Your parents asked where you are. Don't you think you should...you know, tell them atleast?", I scoffed "Oh really? Now they suddenly care. I need to get clothes though because this was my last sweater and pair of jeans..", Suddenly he grabbed my hand and opened his closet, running inside like on a marathon. "Wear something of mine and we'll drive to your parents!", furrowing my brows I asked "Who's we? Isn't it weird you're coming with me after you telled them you don't know where I am?", He looked confused for a moment but then his face softened "Right. I can drive you home but stay in the car", I nodded and looked for something nice and casual to wear although this should be kind of hard because it's...men clothes.

I decided to go for a plain white tshirt and my black skinnies, wearing his jeans jacket over the t-shirt.

"You look great", he smiled, looking at me up and down. "Thanks", my face went from pale to baked tomatoes again, really? How much tomatoes will i bake?

The car ride was silent.I was nervous, shaking like hell. Robert calmed me with his hands on my thigh but that only made it worse.

As we arrived I saw my mum looking out the window, running away as she saw that I spotted her.

I knocked on the door, fixing my clothes and hair, hoping she wouldn't ask why I'm wearing a mans shirt.

She opened the door and looked at me up and down.
"What the hell happened to you? You look like you've been on a rollercoaster",