I pace back and forth on the bedroom floor, so much that my feet are beginning to wear away at the old carpet which lies on the floor of my Granny's spare room. He could be here any minute now. Dad hasn't even had time to cool off. He's gonna be like a volcano ready to erupt. Oh God, he's gonna rip poor Robbie's head off.

I nearly faint when I hear the fatal knock at the door. I sprint down the stairs to beat Dad to it, I don't want him answering the door to Robbie.

When I open it, Robert stands before me. He looks fresh and smells great. If he was aiming for a good first impression, I guess this would be the exact thing to do. Freya, don't lose focus. "Why did you come? He's going to lose it!"

"If I have a chance of talking him round, I'm willing to tak that chance."

"Robert, you don't know my Dad, he's not_"

"Freya?! Who the hell are you talking to?! Get to your room!" he belts from the kitchen. I can hear him coming closer. His footsteps are getting louder. I attempt to shut the door, hiding Robert, but he stupidly sticks his foot in the way and opens it, moving me aside so he stands in front of me.

"Robert, no_"

"What the F*CK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

"Please, Mr Connor, let me explain_"

"HOW DARE YOU ENTER MY HOUSE!"

"Sir, I need to talk to you."

"GET THE F*CK AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!"

"SIR!"

That somewhat shuts him up. I've never heard Robert be so stern. Dad stands there, seemingly stunned.

"Thankyou, Sir. Now, I can assure you, nothing has been going on between me and your daughter. I admit, we have had a blast over the past few days, but that is all. I would never be so foolish as to think anything more of it. Please, I would never do such a thing. I'm not some playboy that goes around using vulnerable young women to satisfy any kind of needs you think I may ha_"

"YOU LIAR. YOU PAEDOPHILIC OLD CREEP!"

"DAD SHUT UP, HE'S NOT ANY OF THOSE THI_" I begin, but robert hushes me, pulling me gently behind him again.

"I'm no creep, Mr Connor," he sighs a little before continuing,  "and I'm certainly no paedophile."

"You are over twenty years older than Freya! That's disgusting! I WON'T ALLOW IT!"

"SIR, COULD YOU PLEASE CALM DOWN?!"

I hear Dad growl quietly. This whole time I just stand there, helpless. The silence is painful, almost as though we're waiting for something to go wrong, someone to word something badly and for Dad to blow.

"Get out," Dad mutters to Robert quietly. It's even more terrifying when he's almost speaking silently. We both blink, confused. "GET OUT!" We both jump, and Robert nods, before turning to me and placing both hands on my shoulders, looking me dead in the eye.

"Freya, I have loved every moment spent with you. I am certain I will see you again. Never forget me, Freya." With that, he placed his lips on mine. This was nothing like the first kiss, as meaningful as that was. This was a goodbye. It meant more than ever. Who knows, I may never see him again. We would never have finished that kiss. It could have lasted forever, if not for Dad grabbing Robert by his collar and throwing him onto the bare ground outside the front door. I stand there, not even able to move as Robert lies on the floor, Dad kicking him in the side a couple times. He never resits, doesn't defend himself. Only looks at me, a tear spilling down his now grazed cheek, mouthing the words, "I'll miss you," before Dad finally drags me back into the house and slams the front door. His shouting and balling now sounds muffled, mainly because I choose not to listen, but also because part of my body shuts down. Robert could be gone forever. I think... I might have...

I think I might have fallen in love with Robert Downey Junior.