Every Move You Make [RDJ] - IN PROGRESS

Eight

I'm honestly not sure what I'm expecting.  An apartment, maybe?  Maybe she still lives with her parents?  I have no clue.

A small, homey two bedroom, one floor house down a long driveway under some trees off of a suburban lane is definitely not what I had in mind for her.  Is she even outdoorsy?  Must be, since she's putting up a fit about wearing a dress.  Maybe her dad takes her camping.  How cute.

She parks, so I just leave my car behind her in the flat lot and then let myself out. I'm sure I look ridiculously out of place, but whatever...we'll be back into luxury seating soon.

I don't think it's fair to comment on her sharing hands as she fumbles with her keys.  She's standing as close to the door as possible, knowing I'm waiting with my hands shoved in my pant pockets behind her.  She's nervous.  Please, sweetheart, I'm not gonna try to jump you in your own house.  Not...yet.  Not today.  Maybe in a few months, when I convince you to sell this tiny thing and move out to Malibu with me.  

I could dream.  I know she won't.

Eventually she unlocks the door and it squeaks as it opens, catching my attention.  I follow her in and it's...very obvious she's a fan.  Well...the walls are, not the person, apparently, because she's so...tense still.

"This is nice," I offer first, accepting she isn't going to say anything.

She doesn't take her shoes off, so not gonna bother. 

She just smiles softly, but keeps her eyes lowered, and I wonder briefly if she's ever thought about me, like...here.  Fan girls do that, don't they?  Day dream about me showing up or some shit, picking her up to take her out or something?  That's...sort of what I'm doing.

I close the door quietly behind me and then I'm immediately attacked by a small, fluffy black and white cat that she's apparently picked up while I was turned away and then set back down.  It's got cat fur all through my pant leg now.  Wonderful.  I'm pretty glad I have animals that don't shed...  

Don't get me wrong, I love all animals. I love cats.  But I wasn't expecting it to be this...friendly?

"Cat lady?" I gulp, hoping it's just the one and Devin didn't leave out any info the other day.

"Just one," she sighs, then tells me it's name. "Aero."

"He's cute."

She doesn't correct me, so I assume I got the 'he' part right.  

She does let her eyes linger on me for a second longer than she usually would, and I can't help but lick my lips, wondering what the hell is on her mind.  I'd ask, but...then she flicks on a light so we can actually see some of this place, and oh...my God.

The walls are covered in posters, and in the far corner...there's my face, among the rest of the Iron Man film, and it's...signed. Don't see my own.  But...the others...

She catches me strolling over and ogling it, so I clear my throat and point to it.  

"They weren't kidding...you really are a fan..." I tease, meaning it to be a soft joke, but she...looks dejected.

"I'm so sorry..."  She kicks at the floor. "I would've taken them down if I knew you'd be coming over..."

"Take them down?" I can't help but laugh; she's...put me in a decent mood, being here, just us, no...drama or rushing to set. "Don't. It's cute."

She doesn't answer, though.  Just stares at the ground, pouting.  Would it be weird to hug her or something now?  Yeah?  Yeah.  So I just wave my hand around and point to her in fake assessment instead.