Imagine...: The Bruno Mars Imagines

"I Wanna Be More Than Friends..." (Sweet/Dirty Imagine) Part II

It's finally here... The day that my class and I-- the class of 2003-- graduates from President Theodore Roosevelt High School. As I sit with my fellow classmates, hearing our principal give his speech, as well as the valedictorian and salutatorian give their speech to us, I look down at my diploma and I feel... Numb.

This should be a time I should be happy, right? I mean, I see everyone else smiling, but I don't feel like it. All I could think about was how hard I cried last night... How much I felt hurt, betrayed, and fucking embarrassed because of Bruno. Luckily were not sitting by each other: he's in front of me. But even looking at him makes me even more angry. I pray to God he can feel me burning a hole through his head with my eyes...

Next thing I know, I looked up on the stage to see our principal standing next to the podium. He motioned his hands upwards and we all stood as a class one last time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the President Theodore Roosevelt High School class of 2003! Congratulations!" our principal exclaimed.

The crowd applauded as we took off our caps and threw them to the ceiling, saying goodbye once and for all.

I looked around to see everyone hugging each other and congratulating each other for finally graduating high school. A few people I know came up to me and I thanked them, being cordial and hugging them back. I looked over at Bruno, who was just getting just as much attention as I was. After he finished hugging everyone, his eyes suddenly came in contact with mine. His smile then disappeared. He didn't look mad or angry... Not even sad. It was almost as if he was trying to read my head, see what I was thinking. But before he could I walked away to look for my family.

I went outside to see my family gathered around waiting for me. They all exclaimed in excitement once they saw me. Everyone was hugging me and giving me beautiful gifts. My dad took lots of pictures of me: some with my cousins, aunts, uncles, and of course with him and my mom. Once we got settled, my family and I went to the car.

"Sarahi, I'm so proud of you!" my dad said as he buckled his seat belt and starting the car.

"Thanks, Dad" I told him. "Now what are you cooking, Mom? 'Cause I'm hungry!"

"Oh, I'm not cooking anything tonight, Honey," my mother said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well Mrs. Bernie came to us before the ceremony. She gave your father and I an invitation to their graduation party tonight. It's gonna be a luau pool party! There gonna have hula dancing, a fire show, singing, and lots of food! And it's all for you and Bruno!"

Once she said his name, my entire mood changed.

"Great..." I said sarcastically, "I can't wait."

-Thirty Minutes Before Leaving-

"Sarahi, come on! We're getting ready to go to the car!" My exclaimed as she was yelling across the room.

"Okay I'm coming!" I shouted back to my mom.

I looked in my full sized mirror to see me in my maroon sundress. It was a slim, yet fitted type of dress, so it looked pretty good on me. I completed the outfit with some white platform shoes, an ankle bracelet, a regular bracelet on my right arm and some earrings. My mom did my make up and fixed my hair to where it had curls. Seeing that everything looked nice, I hurried out my room and went to the car.

Hawaii looks so beautiful at night: the lights, the streets, the beach-- everything is just perfect. I already knew that the luau was going to look beautiful-- Mrs. Bernie was always good at doing parties... I just didn't want to see her son there. I was still upset at him, upset at myself for blurting out how I felt about him towards him. I wanted to avoid him, but by me going to this party, I didn't have a choice.

We arrived at the Hernandez residence, and of course, everything was beautiful. Mrs. Bernie greeted us at the front door with open arms and and put leis around our necks. The house was already filled with people, both family members and people from school. I walked to the backyard to see some of the seniors in their bikinis and shorts, swimming in the pool and having a good time... Too bad I wasn't. I decided to go back inside the house, but once I turned around, there he stood.

"Sarahi?" he said with raised eyebrows. He then looked at me up and down and smiled.

"Bruno?!" I looked at him with wide eyes. I totally forgot about the fact that I was mad at him-- cause I was so shocked about what I saw. He was wearing his usual buttoned up Hawaiian shirt with his shorts and flip-flops, but what was odd was the top of his head...

"You got a haircut??!"

He looked up at his hair (or lack thereof) and laughed.

"Yea," he said, "I decided to cut the fro off."

"Well... It looks nice."... Surprizingly.

"Thanks... You look beautiful, Sarahi. You always do tho."

His smile was so gentle... I couldn't help but look down at my dress to hide my red face.

"Listen, Bruno... About yesterd--"

"Don't apologize... It's not your fault. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me, and I'm sorry. I should've told you before, but I didn't want to hurt you! I care about you-- you're one of the closest friends I have... And I wanna make it up to you." he then took my hand.

"Wait, Bruno!" I said as he basically dragged me through the living room, to the front door, to his car. "Where are we going?"

"To the beach," he said and smiled. "I'm going to spend my last day in Hawaii with you."

-END OF PART 2-

<This story is an original by Precious A. Moore aka @PeculiarPrecious14.
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