Random One Shots

Random one shots with actors, musicians/bands and characters.


149. Jeremy Renner 3

The first time I saw her, she was in a Starbucks in downtown Modesto. There were three people in line between her and I, so at first, I only saw her from behind. But oh, what a sight that was…
Her shorts fit like a second skin, hugging the curve of her hips. There was a long rectangular shape jutting out of the back pocket on the right, about the size of a cell phone. She had a pair of low-top Chuck Taylors on. The color of her tank top matched her shoes, and I remember thinking it was a bit odd that someone would be wearing black in California in the middle of the summer.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, with her arms crossed over her chest, waiting patiently for the man ahead of her to move. His hand was scrambling in his pocket for the correct change, and her next action was what drew my attention.
She slid up next to him, telling the cashier to add her drink to that order. In her now extended palm was a $50 bill. Then she turned around.
“I’d like to pay for the few folks behind me too,” she crooned with a smile. The older woman right in front of me looked back at me with wide eyes and a grin.
“What a darling girl! That’s the sweetest thing.” I nodded in agreement, listening intently to the girl at the front. The man that was ordering had his arms around her, thanking her profusely for her kindness.
“I imagine it won’t all be spent by the time you get to the gentleman in the back,” the girl told the barista, gesturing to me. “So keep whatever change is left.”
There was another profound eruption of gratitude from behind the counter, as well as the two women in front of me and the man by the girl’s side. She had a radiant smile, and Jesus Christ… She was absolutely stunning. Probably the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, and even that was an understatement.
The pair in the front moved away, waiting for their drinks, while the two women followed suit, ordering and stepping to the side. Just as I reached the counter to order, though, she was grabbing her cup.
The man gave her another hug, praising her for being such a kind soul. One of the women shook her hand, thanking her once more. The other woman gave her a soft, one-armed squeeze as well. She bid them all a good day and made her way towards the door. With a half-jog, I met her there, stopping her.
“Hey, thanks. That was really a kind thing for you to do,” I stammered, trying to keep my composure as those gorgeous eyes looked directly into mine.
“Oh, it’s no problem. Pay it forward, right?” she replied, seemingly unphased by my jabbering. “Gotta get going though! Have a great day!”
I spent the rest of the day with that beautiful face on my mind, but kicking myself for not asking her name.
The second time I saw her, I was sitting in my car at a red light. A silver Honda pulled up next to me, and out of instinct, I looked to my left, seeing her sitting in the passenger seat. She and the driver were dancing to whatever song was playing. With the words her lips were forming and the reverberating bass, I could tell exactly what it was.
She had that brilliant smile on her face, a cigarette tucked between her fingers, and a Taco Bell cup in her other hand. Her hair flailed wildly around her face, distorting her gorgeous features for a moment.
I could see her top half, and I knew I was staring. The curve of her collar bones was revealed by a professional-looking button down with the top four or five buttons undone. A bit of cleavage was visible between the buttons, and the thought of ripping those buttons off was enough to make my pants a bit tighter. My knees pressed together, as I tried to look away.
My view was obscured by her hand coming up to her mouth. Jesus Christ, that fucking mouth. She took a long drag of her cigarette before tilting it out the window to knock off any loose ash. Those sinfully pink lips of hers parted, and she exhaled a cloud of ashen smoke, rejoining the singing without missing a beat.
I knew I was going to have a hard time getting the image of her out of my head. Those delicate hands, the things they could probably do, how they’d feel on my skin. Her lips, how soft they probably were, how they’d feel wrapped around my-
God damn it, Jeremy. Shut up. Please, for the love of God, shut up.
I tried to shake the thoughts from my head, but they came back. My mind went right back to the slope of her shoulders, how it’d feel to press my lips in the junction of her neck, the sound of those buttons popping off and flying across the room…
Stop. Stop it. You don’t even know her, you fucking weirdo.
But dear lord, how I wanted to.
It wasn’t very long that she was stalled next to me, but it felt like hours. Torturous hours of being able to look at her, but not touch her or speak to her, and it was sure to drive me crazy.
Part of me wanted her to look over at me. See me, recognize me, wave, something. Anything.
But when she didn’t, I felt a small wave of relief.
Good. She won’t know that I’m being a fucking creep right now.
Apparently, my staring was so intent that I didn’t even realize the light had turned green. The car sped off, and a few impatient honks behind me made me look up. I took off, but I kept thinking about how I should’ve found a way to get her name.
This time, when I saw her, it was different.
I walked into a bar in Modesto one night. I’d talked my co-stars into going for a night out, and I’d specified that one because it was downtown.
Looking back on it, I spent a lot of time wandering around downtown, just hoping to run into her. It’d been three months since I first saw her, and it was making me fucking crazy. I was having dreams about her, seeing her everywhere, both literally and figuratively. I saw her in the record store, at the beach, in the mall, at a concert… And I thought I saw her everywhere else. I felt like I was losing my mind. I didn’t even know this girl, and yet I couldn’t get her out of my head.
Once inside the bar, I was flagged down by Mark. He waved me over to the table, where he was surrounded by everyone else. The Chrises both had a beer in their hand, Downey was on the phone, Scarlett was deep in conversation with Lizzie, and Aaron, poor kid, just looked really uncomfortable. I mean, there was a pretty haggard lady hitting on him, so it’s understandable. I thought Tom was the only one missing, but I saw him at the counter out of the corner of my eye.
I took the seat next to Mark, since it was the only left. Downey raised a hand to signal a waitress, slipping his phone back into his pocket. Hemsworth put his empty bottle on the table, making jokes about how Evans drinks like a bitch.
“So, what can I get for you?” A soft voice spoke over the music, and it sounded so familiar. I just couldn’t really place it.
“Drinks!” Downey quipped, shooting the waitress a smile.
“Gonna need something a bit more specific, honey!” she replied, laughing.
Where do I know that voice from? Do I know her? Oh god… Did I date her? Well, why don’t you turn around and find out, fuckwad? Great idea.
I spun in my seat, looking at the girl. Not just the girl, but the girl. The same one I’ve been unconsciously stalking for months.
Ignoring everyone else, I stuck my hand out to her, demanding her name.
“Name’s Jeremy. What’s yours?” She placed her dainty hand in mine and responded with her name, and believe me, it was exactly how I imagined it. Creepy, I know.
“I think I bought you coffee a few months ago, didn’t I? Good to see you again!” I nodded, grinning like an idiot.
“I think you should let me repay you with dinner, yeah?” She nodded, scribbling something on a blank ticket and handing it to me.
Oh, this is gonna be fun.

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