"I don't care, Bruno. I don't want you to go."
"Why the fuck not?"
"I just...don't!" Amelia sat on our bed huffing and looking away from me and out the balcony window. "Would it kill you not go out to a fucking club for once?"
"No, it wouldn't. I've barely been out these past few weeks." I argued back and Amelia scoffed, she didn't believe me. "Barely."
"Who're you trying to kid, Bruno?"
"Do you ever consider that when I tell you that I'm at the studio working or at home sleeping that I might actually be telling you the truth? Because an album doesn't get made overnight like taking a few pictures for a fucking magazine"
"You think what I do is easy, Bruno? It's hard having to constantly be at this weight and look like this. Hours of working out in the gym, being told you don't look a right way for clients. And knowing you, you say you're at one place yet somehow on Perez Hilton and TMZ you're out with your boys getting shitfaced."
"Fine, whatever, I like a good time. I'm twenty-six, I'm allowed to have fun."
"If only I believe you want to go out so badly to spend time with your friends and not with Tina." Amelia looked up at me.
"Tina is a friend." I sighed.
"Oh, is she now? This morning she was barely a friend. You two gonna be best friends after you screw her tonight?"
"Amelia–"
"–no! I've seen the way she looks at you! The way you look at her! I notice how you and everyone else here just drops everything they're doing to–"
"How many times are you going to run that same line? Change the fucking record, Amelia. It's getting pathetic now." I rolled my eyes.
That was the final straw; the look in her eyes said it all. This always happened after a fight got too heated. "I'm pathetic? Really? I'll just take my pathetic self out of here then." She stood up and picked up her handbag from the dresser.
"Maybe you should"
Maybe I shouldn't have said that.
"FINE." Amelia shouted opening the door and slamming it behind her. I wasn't going to let her ruin the evening, not even a little bit.
Not at all.
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Is it bad that I don't remember this club? The location, the bouncer who seemed to remember me (or did he just recognise me from the TV?), that I didn't share Jamareo's sense of déjà vu when we first entered. I'll guess that I was bordering on drunk the last time I was here. No one yet had asked me about where Amelia was; it had been a bit of a custom for the guys not to ask on occasions where she disappeared to when she was supposed to go with us somewhere, they could guess. But I could see the question forming on Fara's mind every time there was a spare second of silence, which is why I prepared to fill every second with incessant talking until she thought it was a lost cause.
"...and then he thought the only solution was to jump in the pool, stark naked" I finished my story and she, Trevor and Kenneth erupted in laughter. "And I will never see him the same way again."
"I can't believe he did that!" Fara laughed leaning into Kenneth. Now there's a relationship where it seems like they hardly fought.
"After your story I don't think I'll ever look at him the same way. You must be visually scarred." Trevor shuddered.
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Glassheart - Bruno's Version of Events| bruno mars.
Fanfiction"And she was like the first cigarette. You don't know what you're doing at first and before you know it; you're addicted." Companion to Glassheart.
