Part 1

The Californian sun beat down on my head and shoulders as I pulled my thick black hair into a ponytail. It was hotter than its normal hotness, but I was rather used to it. I clipped my little iPod Nano to waistline of my pants and rolled my shoulders. I love running, it was my passion. Except for when I had to run in sand, like now. It was probably the hardest type of running I did. I sighed and began to run. I got into my groove and sighed as my feet hit the ground, squishing the sand. Music blaring in my ears, I didn’t have a car in the world. I closed my eyes to begin another sigh when I did a head on collision with the man in front of me. I hurt a lot, because he was running too. We lay in a crumpled pile on the sand. He was shirtless & sweaty; I did my best to get off him without screaming. “I am SO sorry!!” I almost shouted, brushing sand off his arms. “No, it’s okay; honestly.” He said in return. That voice was all too familiar. Mother of Moses, it was Robert Downey Jr., right here, in the flesh. I want to scream and cry and obsess but I held my composure. “Hi I’m-““Robert. I know. Biggest fan ever.” I said quickly, smiling like crazy. He scoffed before looking me square in the eyes. A playful adventurous look flashed across his eyes, and then it was gone. “If you don’t mind me asking, what would your name be?” He finally asked after our stare down. “Alex.” I spat, without even thinking. He smiled and nodded. “Alex,” he said taking my right hand “that is a beautiful name.” He slowly brought it to his lips before pressing them against my hand. Robert.Downey.Jr.Just.Kissed.My.Hand. I could have died right there on the spot. “If you don’t mind, could I take you out for drinks?” He said, gesturing to the bar a little ways from where we sat. I squealed on the inside and nodded, not wanting to scream. He stood to his feet, brushing sand of his shorts before extending his hand out towards mine. This day could not get any better, honestly. I took it, rising slowly. We were almost the same height; he had a two inch advantage on me. We stood there for a while, just looking at each other. He still had a firm grip on my hand, and didn’t seem like he was going to let go. He winked before he started trudging up the sand, still having that firm grip on my hand. I squealed in sheer delight, not being to hold it in anymore. We finally walked up to this little bar/restaurant and he pulled out a barstool for me, before sitting himself. We both ordered martinis, original yes, and waited for their arrival. I was dying on the inside. I was sharing drinks with Robert Downey Jr., this was better than any dream I’ve had. “So, tell me about yourself.” He said after we drank for a while. “Well. I’m Alex. I’m 25. I work at the animal shelter on the boulevard, I love dogs and horses. I live alone in an apartment down the street from here. And, that’s it.” I said swishing down the rest of my martini, getting ready to start another. He nodded slowly and did the same. We sat there for countless hours, getting drunker and drunker and by the time the sun went down, we were both sloppy drunk. “Let me take you home. It’s about to get cold.” He slurred, grabbing my hand. I staggered to my feet and we be began the small hike to my house. We were laughing like idiots once we got to my eleventh floor apartment. “Shh! I have neighbors! We don’t wanna wake the babies!” I slurred. We started laughing even louder. I pressed my finger against his lips and his laughter silenced. I hiccupped before dropping my hand. I went to turn and go inside when he grabbed my waist, spun me quickly and pressed his lips against mine. The part of my brain that wasn’t consumed by alcohol loved this. He brought his left arm around the small of my back, bringing me closer to him. I gladly opened my mouth slightly, so his tongue could make its way inside. I was in sheer heaven. His tongue danced with mine for what seemed like an eternity. His teeth grazed the bottom of my lip before he pulled away. “No, that wasn’t a drunken move, I did that on purpose.” He said, clearly. “Tomorrow, we do this again. My place. At; 8. Dress causal, I like to rough house.” He said, winking at me. Wait. Did that just happen? He did just crack a sexual based joke at me? I thought intently. I nodded, shaking those thoughts off. I smiled as he strolled down the hallway, still staggering slightly and then, he was gone.