One-Shot Collection - Keanu Reeves.

- 𝙆𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙪 𝙍𝙚𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙨 -

/mentions of drug use/

Why am I so nervous?

I breath in and out, staring at my reflection in the mirror. A beautiful black party dress frames my body, my caramel brown hair laying against my shoulders. I hate crowds. I hate paparazzi. I hate anything to do with people in general. "Almost ready?" a voice calls behind me. I turn around, watching River come out of the hotel room bathroom. He's dressed in a semi-formal suit, paired with his glasses and pushed back blonde hair. "Ready as I'll ever be" I say, hesitant. I just want to see Keanu. I just want to hug him and be safe in his arms. River walks up to me, placing his hands on each of my shoulders. "You look stunning man, you'll be the talk of the party". He walks past me, grabbing his jacket. I follow him, grabbing my hand purse. We leave the room, heading downstairs into the lobby. Instantly I can see groups of flashing cameras waiting outside the glass lobby doors. My breath hitches, my heart picking up speed. River grabs my arms, used to the paparazzi and fans. A security guard opens the door, helping us out of the building. The minute I step out of the door we are instantly swallowed by the crowd. The tall bodyguard leads us through the pack of people, bright camera flashes blinding me momentarily. Rivers grip becomes more firm on my arm, pressing into the skin. He's just as nervous as me, but he knows how to hide it. We make it to the limo, sitting inside the long vehicle. I sigh, sinking into the isolated comfort of the car.

"You okay?" River says, sitting next to me. "Yeah, I'm just not quiet used to all of this" I laugh awkwardly. He smiles "Well, that's the price of being friends with movie stars I suppose" "I guess so". River leans over to the driver, whispering to him. He sits back, car going in motion. "This whole movie premier after party is a big thing huh" I mutter, watching the crowd of cameras dissipate as the car drives further and further away. "Well, it's a big movie" he laughs. "And a good one" I reply, laughing a little. A feeling builds in my chest, knowing that the party could be dangerous.

After about 30 minutes, we pull up to a private area, guarded by a fence. Keanu's house. I tuck my hair behind my ear, fixing out of place things quickly. A couple paparazzi stand outside, dressed in black with cameras. They are fucking everywhere. The driver buzzes in, the gate opening. We drive past a path of bushes, finally revealing a large house. People mingled all along the private property, women dressed in the most gorgeous dresses. I quickly become self-conscious. Why does River and Keanu want to be friends with me when they could have any one of these beautiful, rich people as friends? The car pulls up near the front door, stopping. I turn my gaze from the window to River. "You ready?" he says, pulling a cigarette from his coat. I nod my head, swallowing nervously. We step out of the car, watching river light the cigarette in his mouth. We start walking to the house, River holding my upper arm again. We walk around conversations, trying to locate Keanu. We walk up the stairs, entering through the grand door of the house. People are packed tightly, laughing and having fun. We walk into a common room, smoke hitting my nostrils. weed? But also cigarettes. Keanu and River know how I feel about drugs, why would they bring me here. River brings me over to a free couch, sitting down and taking a drag of his cigarette.

I look around nervously, noticing the people around me are intoxicated. A woman comes up to us, dressed in a tight fitting red dress. "River phoenix! I loved my own private Idaho, pleasure to meet you in person" River sits up, shaking her hands. He scans her up and down fully, smirking. "Nice to meet you too" he says, laughing. He is such a ladies man, Jesus. He offers her a seat beside him, her proceeding to sit down. I lean over on my knees, attempting to make them stop bouncing with anxiety. I need to find Keanu. A sick feeling balls in the pit of my stomach. I look over as the lady in a red dress pulls a blunt from her hand purse, placing it between her lips. River lights his lighter, burning the tip of the blunt. He leans into her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She inhales, blowing a cloud of smoke out. The second hand smoke hits my sense, smell starting to stick to my clothes. River takes a hit, replacing the cigarette with the blunt. He turns to me, offering me it. It could help you calm down and find Keanu. Plus, it's just weed. It's not like its laced with anything. I take my shaky hand, grabbing the paper rolled weed. I bring it my lips, inhaling and letting the smoke fill my lungs. You promised mom you'd never do this. You swore that you wouldn't get involved in drugs a voice rings in my ears. I hit it again, attempting to rid the paranoid thoughts. "Slow down man, you don't want to get too jacked yet" River says, pulling the blunt away from my fingers.

"I need to find Keanu" I yell through the loud noise of people. He nods, turning his attention over to the girl in the red dress. I stand up, a buzzing feeling forming in the back of my head. I take a few steps, becoming off balance. I push through the crowd of intoxicated people. A server walks past me, a tray full of glasses of wine in hand. I quickly swipe one, bringing the glass to my lips. The taste of bitter red wine hits my taste buds. What am I doing? I don't drink. I look at the wine in my hand, shrugging. What harm could one glass do, I finally reach the front room, looking at the stairs that lead upstairs. I start to climb the stairs, my short party dress threatening to ride up if I step too high. My hand grips the railing, making my knuckles white. My sense of balance has completely left my body, head dizzy. I reach the top of the stairs, looking at more crowds of people mingling. I take another sip of wine, attempting to loosen up. I stumble past the group of people, spilling my wine on the carpet a little. I end up dropping my small black hand purse, leaving it behind me. Good thing the carpet is black, if you can't see the stain why deal with it. I look at the rooms, some doors open and some closed, Interesting sounds coming from some of the rooms.

I see a man in the distance, his figure similar to Keanu. He stands at the end of the hall, mingling with who I assume is the director. My heart beats fast, commanding my legs to move faster. I try to speed up, forgetting my balance is gone. I need to hug him, smell him, see him. I crash into a wall, the hall spinning. An aching pain spreads through the side of my body that crashed into the wall. I fall to the floor, wine spilling on me. My vision becomes blurry, slowly losing sight of the man at the end of the hall. "K-Keanu" I mumble out. My eyes become heavy, daring to fall asleep. I can hear a man call out from behind me, drawing the man at the end of the halls attention. I can see the figure running towards me, only his shoes in the line of my vision. My eyes close, vision becoming black. What the fuck did I just do.

-

I can feel pain shutter through my body before I even open my eyes. I open my eyes, feeling the warmth of a body against me, holding me. I look up, coming face to face with Keanu. I look around, sitting in a low dimmed room. I look down, noticing Keanu is holding me across in his lap, holding my head up with his arms. I look back at Keanu, his brows furrowed, studying me. "What did you take?" he whispers sternly. I shake my head slightly, rubbing my eyes. "I-I d-don't know...Just a glass of wine...and some weed with River" I mutter. He scowls to himself. "I think it was laced" I add, moving from his hold on me. I move up, sitting in his lap. "Why did you take that? I thought you swore you'd never try that stuff" he says, searching my head. I bring my hand to my head, rubbing my eyes. "I was anxious, I could barely breathe. I thought it would help me calm down and find you...I just wanted to see you" I say. He looks down into his lap "I'm sorry, I should have went to find you guys" he apologizes. I study him, thinking. His brown has been pushed back, showing off his chiseled face. His eyes are filled with a sad look, probably regret. He's wearing a white button up, finished with black slacks and tie. "It's okay, I'm okay". I breathe in, my head aching.

"What time is it?" I say, cranking my neck to look at the window behind him. The sun just peeks over the land, projecting a soft pink glow in the sky. "Early in the morning, very early" he mutters. "Everyone went home" he adds. I shift from his hold, standing up. I look around the room. It's a dimly lit bedroom with a couple posters on the wall. A record player sits in the corner, along side a bass and motorcycle helmet. This is Keanu's room. There's a certain comfort that comes to me knowing I'm in his room. I look back at Keanu, him now standing with his hands on his hips. "It's not your fault Kea, and It's not rivers either" I say. He looks up at me smiling "okay" he says in a confirming tone. "It's my fault, I got distracted and caught up in things, but the important thing is that I'm safe now" I add. His eyes give me a trusting look. I love Keanu, with all my heart. He cares about me so much, but I know deep down he still thinks its his fault. I step closer to him, pulling him into a hug. I smile against his chest, breathing in his chest. He wraps his arms around me, tightly holding me.

"I love you Keanu"

"I know"