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

- "Backwards", -

It was fantastic, and no, I'm not talking about the sex I had with Robert...well, actually it was really fantastic but besides that, feeling his warmth and love again was just breath taking.

I don't know if you have those moments where you love this person so much that it literally hurts, like, your stomach drops somewhere in your ass and you heartbeat increases its speed, that's how hurtful it is.

I opened the door, trying to make my clothes look somewhat acceptable aswell as my hair. Robert repeated after me but boy, he looked worse than me. His hair was really messy, sticking out in all directions and he had a really, really big hickey on his neck...shit. That's gonna leave more questions.

I followed Robert downstairs only to see that my mom was looking at photos over his fireplace, probably thinking who was who. Honestly I didn't thought about looking at his photos, but as my mom raised her eyebrows I started getting curious. 

Whatever.

I sat down on the sofa, patting to the seat next to me to gesture my mom to come over.

She plumped down right next to me, looking at Robert with furrowed eyebrows as he sat down beside me, putting his arm over my shoulder. My eyes wandered to him, directly at his shirt. It was worn backwards. Oh, what the fuck Robert. Are you 10 years old?

"Did you change T-shirts?", my mother asked, leaning in closer.

Something telled me she was drunk...well, actually not something, it was her breath that had a really strong wine aroma. 

Robert looked down, his face filling with redness, scooting closer to me so I would hide his little accident.

"Uhm...y-yeah..", isn't it great that an 38 year old man begins to stutter when lying to an 45 year old woman?

I folded my hands on my knees so my arms would hide his upper body, leaning a bit to the side. "So mom..what are you actually doing here?", she coughed, crossing her legs and opening her mouth to speak "I wanted to talk to Robert because everybody misses you", Yeah, especially Lucy. "so..after Lucy told me Roberts adress I thought I'd visit you..so...now I'm here", I raised my brows as she said Lucy gave her Roberts adress...I turned to Robert, crossing my arms, trying to look as mad as possible

"How does she know your adress?", I said with a tone of sarcasm, actually not really wanting to know how she got it. Robert furrowed his brows, scratching the bridge of his nose. "I honestly don't know",

I bit my lip, trying to think of all possibilities where Lucy could get his adress...and whom.

"I think it's time for me to go home...",  she said, standing up. "I'll bring you to the door..uhm..", I stood up after her, following her into the hallway.

As she put on her jacket I rubbed my face, trying to ignore the awkward silence. My mom looked at me, smiling, as she put on her scarf. "Zoey..I want Robert to meet our family. He seems like a honest, nice young man, your dad would like him", my thoughts raced to chris, my older brother who was just simply against older men in our family. What would he say if I'll bring a men home who's 20 years older? He wasn't that nice when he found out that my dad was 10 years older than my mom, what would he say now? 

I nodded, mentally facepalming myself because I agreed.

"Hey. Come now! Your brother is home, lucys home, your dad will be home by 10, how about you'll come with me? I'll bake a cake or something!", I heard Roberts step coming to the hallway, gesturing that he would join this conversation without thinking about the situation.

"That sounds nice, doesn't it Zoey?", Robert whispered in my ear, laying his head on my shoulder. I shook him off, giving him the deathstare whilst he smirked, stepping back.

"Zoey, please. He wants to, I want to, Two against one, we won.

I breathed out, biting my lip "Okay. But let me...uhm...wear something more...acceptable", My mom nodded, taking a seat on the small chair in the hallway.

I ran upstairs, smashing the door as loud as I could.

I decided to dress a little bit fancy so I wouldn't fill in Lucy's example of 'teacher slut'. A black, casual dress that ended shortly above my knees was perfect in that situation.

My ponytail looked like a rat tail, so I let my hair loose in it's natural wavy way.

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This chapter was rather short because I didnt have time to write more ; 3;
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