Had We Known

Chapter 1:

I need to get away... I need to drive far enough and fast enough to escape this pain. This profound pain that I feel every single time someone mentions his name. Looking back now, I remember everything we'd ever been through together; every kiss, every fight, every makeup, and our final goodbyes. After it all, I've realized the only way to truly miss somebody, is to remember everything... Even the things that left me scarred. I look back on those memories, and I know in my heart that they are the only things that stand between me and driving back to him right now. In this town I don't know, only filled with memories of him. And I can't stand to look at any of it. I pull over to the side of the road and finally let out all the pain of the last month. With my hands over my eyes, I hear my ringtone for him "If I Knew" by him. I'd given him that ringtone as soon as he'd told me that it was written for us. Now, it's just a reminder of how stupidly letting my guard down for once in my life resulted. With gut-wrenching, heart-encompassing sorrow. How dare he call me after what he's done? It rang again.

A slew of texts then came in from him, "Where are you? I'm worried.", "Please Ana, we need to talk.",

"You shouldn't be driving right now.", "Goddammit Jessie! Where the hell are you?"

In the end you always remember the beginning. Our sweet first dates. The first time he sang to me. Memories flooded my mind like a hurricane. I pulled over to the deserted beach and plopped myself down...

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Authors Notes

- Do you guys like it so far?

- Please comment if you have suggestions.

- I realize it was a little boring, but it's going to get so sooo much better.

😘 Stay tuned 😘

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Chapter 2:

My life is perfectly normal until Bruno Mars pushed his way into it. I was a South Jersey girl fresh out of Penn State with a degree in design. And I was going to make good on that degree as soon as I moved to New York with my reality check advisor and best friend Anna. Needless to say and then I were complete opposites. She was girly and sweet and fun, while I was lazy and way too much into sports to be considered a normal girl. She always stayed up to date with the new hot artist of the moment while I was a little bit more into soul and rock 'n roll. But hey,what can I say? She's my best friend and I trust everything and anything to her. That was the only thing that didn't change about my life when Bruno came into it. I can't bring myself to hate Anna for inadvertently bringing us to together, But I can scorn my boss Ronnie for falling for her charms when she asked him to give me a rare day off of the tedious topping duty at Let's Yo, the frozen yogurt chain. Why might she done this you ask? Because apparently It'a the biggest deal that some goofy haired Hollywood boy is coming all the way to Philly to sing about his feelings. I've come to expect this kind of behavior from Anna she had a friend down at the radio station and was always getting tickets for concerts. But what I can be mad at although, is that she bypassed me completely this time and talk to Ronnie directly. I made a mental note to yell at her next time I saw her.

Now although I was sporty, I knew how makeup worked, and I knew how to get ready for events that called for such. So don't make the assumption that I'm some kind of girl that dreads all girlish activities. But, to be fairly honest I didn't really know who Bruno Mars was, so I wasn't really sure what to expect when he came to his sound or what kind of songs he played. Needless to say, his concert was amazing and I found myself loving him more and more every minute. He was charming and endearing and utterly hilarious. You should know that I don't often gush about other people so when I say this I really do mean it he was amazing. So fantastic in fact, that I was sad when the concert was over.

I can remember Anna and I belting out on the way home...

"Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now...! Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same...! When my friends talk about you all does is just tear me down...!!"

We sang and sang until I dropped her off at her apartment.

"Where are you going?", she asked

"I am in somewhat desperate need of some gas." I replied when she smirked

"Good luck pumping it on your on your own Jessie. See you later!!" She said with a smile, and glided up the front steps.

Non-sketchy gas stations are a hard thing to come by in any part of Philly. But luckily I knew just the place and when I got there it was nearly deserted. That's just the way I like it with my awful gas-pumping abilities. The last thing that I wanted tonight was some creepy dude coming up to me and asking if I needed some "help". Yeah right off a cliff they'll help me. And I don't mean to sound ungrateful, in fact, there are plenty of guys who are asking purely just to help. But we've all seen dateline and that's the thing that always keeps me on my guard when approached by strangers at the gas station. Just as I got the pump safely in without getting any oil on the clothes, a big black Bentley pulled into the small gas station and it's headlights shined in my face.