Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Marry You pt. 31

Flashback

"I can't wait to see you tomorrow," Bruno's voice echos in your brain as you finish applying you signature blurred eyeliner. You feel a breath escape as your mind runs back the conversation you had with him over the phone. It was just like so many of the 'goodnight' calls you've had with him before. He asked you about your day, school and work; you told him and then you asked about what' he's been up to. You talked about music in general, what interesting things had been going on as of late and whatever else. But the something different—the thing your mind was holding on to was that you were official. Officially in a relationship as of three months prior to the day he asked you.

When he asked you to 'go steady' with him. It was such an old-fashioned term you thought and literally said but as usual in an almost uncanny way, he replied soothing the weird.

"Asking you to be 'my'," he put emphasis on the word, "Girlfriend didn't sound right in my head, or out loud. It makes it sound like I own you or something and that's not at all what I'm going for. I want to be with you so," he said. So, asking to 'go steady' sounded better." The way he went about certain things—this being one of them, in this old-fashioned way, always threw you for a loop but there as something else they did too; they endeared you to him even more. He was unlike any guy you'd been interested in. Since the day you met him he forged his own pathway into your affections, and you let him. You let him get close, let his odd ways of being into the softest places in your heart and that scared you. You were afraid of how much you liked him but at the same time, you refused to give him up.

You add your favorite dark brown lipliner, blend it into your two-toned lips just enough and the top it off with your favorite gloss. You run your hands over you slicked back bun and carefully arrange the curls you purposefully left out by your ears. You add a pair of sunglasses to your head and then carefully tie a matching ribbon over your bun. For your outfit, you opt for a cropped white blouse with short, puffed sleeves with a baggy pair of black cargo pants, and chunky white sneakers. You use a pair of shoelaces as a belt and add some chains to the loops. You put a silver necklace pendant necklace, a few bracelets and a ring on each hand, one on your middle finger on your left and your index finger on your right. Lastly you add a mid-sized pair of chunk hoops. Lastly, you spray some body spray, walk into it and then add a complimentary scent at a few key points: behind your ears, on your decalage and on your wrists. Then you head out.

As soon as Bruno comes into view and before he can say anything, you throw your arms around him. He wraps his arms around you.

"Hi," he blurts out, his voice low and soft.

"Hey," you say back. You hold him closer and take a deep breath before letting him go. As you step back, his and his hand lingers near your waist. He regards you with sparkling eyes and parted lips. He's decked out in the same colors as you, black and white with a pair of Vans, aviator shades and a backwards snapback. Instead of silver jewelry though, he's wearing gold. A gold crucifix pendant hangs from the chain around his neck and a chain bracelet on his wrist accompanied by two wooden bead bracelets. You look him over once more and his eyes attention stays trained on you, but you try your best to ignore it. You lean close to him and pick a bit of lint off his flannel and the scent of cologne wafts toward; you inhale deeply. He smiles warmly and looks away from you for a moment as he chuckles under his breath.

"Did you just smell me?" he asks. You feel your cheeks get hot and you feel like burrowing into yourself. He steps closer and gently guides you out of the path of a group of people walking by. You stammer but he meets your eyes.

"What do you think? I just bought this cologne, not sure how I feel about it." He raises his head, giving you more access to this neck and gestures for you to come closer; you do and catch a whiff.