Glassheart |bruno mars.

22.

Did you really think the Hooligans would settle for a little office drink up for celebrating the finalization of their second album? Or that Bruno would be content with getting Geronimo?

I didn't, which is why I wasn't surprised when I heard Phred was throwing a party to celebrate the next day, talk about orthodox celebrations. Not that I wasn't in the mood to party; I just wasn't in the mood to lose my job by not getting this Mode blog entry finished and edited for the end of the week.

"Can you stop twitching? It's making me nervous" I say to Bruno as I looked from my laptop to him.  Again.

We were at my apartment because though mine was miniature compared to his, it had painted walls and a television and a refrigerator full of food.

Bruno was being restless; I swear this was the fifth time in two minutes that he's gotten up from my couch to walk around the room.

"Then hurry up, we gotz to go!" Bruno replied impatiently as he stood in front of me.

"I told you I could drive myself to Phred's after I get this entry done" I look back to my laptop and sigh at the words on the screen.

"But knowing you, you'll spend two extra hours making small little changes to it and you'll just bail on the party all together. C'mon, Teen. The blog'll be waiting for you when you come back"

It was scary how he knew most of my habits.

His impatience had me curious. I looked up from my screen to him again. "...what's got you in a hurry?"

He instantly stilled which made me even more suspicious. "...I'm not in a hurry" Bruno said simply. "...I just want a drink"

I sat up and lowered my laptop's screen a little. "You're so jumpy, I'm scared if I touch you I'll get electrocuted or something."

"Hmm, why don't you try..." Bruno said in what I'm sure he thought was a seductive voice.

"I'd rather finish my entry" I smiled leaning away and began typing again. "But you're being so edgy...what's so special about going to Phred's tonight?" I ask, more to myself than to Bruno because he wasn't going to tell me. Him and his evasive ways.

"...I have no idea what you're talking about" Bruno said, his voice telling me he knew exactly what I was talking about. He sat next to me on my couch putting his arm behind my sofa. He leaned in looking at what I'm writing.

"No..." I lean away. It was flawed work in progress, no one reads my writing until I've finished it and perfected it.

"What?" Bruno laughed leaning back in surprise. "It's not like I can't search it up on my phone...if I knew how to use the internet on it..." he realized. "You know what I mean"

"You're just gonna have to wait to see the finish product, just like everybody else" I looked up at him with a grin as I continued typing without looking at the screen. That's how good I was.

Bruno nodded his head slowly in realization. "Is this payback for the album?"

"Not really, I just don't want you to see it until it's done" I admit. "But now that you mention that, it's like killing two birds with one stone...one of the birds being an unorthodox one..."

"Are you nearly done?" And just like that Bruno was back to being impatient. He began tapping his knee to only a beat he knew.

"I might be if you tell me why you're so excited...." I try to tempt him.