The Normal Heart

Chapter Three

Bruno's POV
I board the plane that will be taking my band and I to Florida. Phil and I sit down on the couch and wait for the plane to take off. We make small talk and laugh about the past two concerts. "It's been a wild ride that's for sure!" Phil laughs.
"Damn right!" I laugh back.
My brother, Eric, comes and sits on the right side of me.
"So who is she?" He asks.
"What?" I ask, turning my head to look at him.
"Who's the girl you met?" He repeats a little clearer.
"What girl?"
"Ya know, the one you're blowing up the internet about," he says pulling out a picture of Karsen and I yesterday.
"Fuck!" I shout.
"Woah, calm down Bruno!" Eric says trying to comfort me.
At the moment my phone goes off.
Please dear God don't be Karsen.
Sure enough, Karsen's number lights up the screen.
So, now I'm apparently the mystery girl that makes Bruno Mars not gay!
What? Not gay? I've never been gay. I text back.
According to some sites, you were gay before me. She replys almost instantly.
Well guess those rumours are dead now.
Haha I guess so
I'll clear this up don't worry I reply back.
Okay
Bye
Bye She ends.
I open my twitter and quickly add a tweet.
Chill out y'all! I just went out for lunch with a friend!
I post the comment and have comments flowing in in seconds.
Ooo. Damn that hurts!
Huh? I answer Karsen's message.
Friend zoned!
Didn't think you wanted all up in this sexiness I joke.
You can't read my mind! This girl! This girl does things to me!
Whoops!
Damn strait 'whoops'
Haha gtg bab- I quickly delete 'babe' and replace it with 'Kar'
Text me later.
Will do I lock my phone and put it back into my pocket.
"Soooo!!" Eric pushes.
"Like I said, she's a friend."
"Bullshit! I saw your face light up when she texted you!" He jabs his finger in my face.
"I didn't light up!" I swat his hand away.
"Whateva helps you sleep at night," he jokes.
I kick him in the butt and shout after him,"Friend!"
"Yep!" He laughs.
"Friend eh?" Phil pries.
"Friend."
"With benefits?"
"Friend!" I say and push myself to my feet.
"Do you want the benefits?"
"I don't know!" The golden colour of whiskey is poured into a glass and I take a sip.
"C'mon man! Give me somethin!" He pleads.
"There's nothing to give!" More whiskey is poured down my throat.
"Is she hot?"
"Yep."
"Is she nice?"
"Yep."
"Is she funny?"
"Yep."
"Then why don't you go for it?" He asks.
"Because!"
"Cause why!"
"Because I don't want to ruin her life!"I shout.
"Ruin her life? B, if anything you'd make her life so much better."
"No I wouldn't. I'd get with her for a few months, get it out in public and when we break up she'd always be the girl who dated Bruno Mars and I don't want that for her. She's better off being a normal person."
"Why would you break up?" He questions.
"Because I'd end up cheating or she wouldn't like the fame. Or strait up, we'd lose the spark." I answer.
"It's worth a shot man," he says patting my shoulder and walking over to Eric.
I take a deep breath and ponder on the thought of Karsen and I.
What if we did do it? What if we didn't break up? What if I do ruin her life? What if I always regret the decision I make?
Fatigue takes over me and I set the glass down, re-taking a seat back on the couch. I lay my head back, closing my eyes and let sleep take me over.
"Glad you called."
"Me too."
I look at the girl in front of me. Crystal clear blue eyes. Plump lips yearning to tell a story. Black hair as dark as the sky on a starless night. Curves that fit my hands perfectly.
"Karsen, why did you never call me?"
"Because you never wanted anything with me. You wanted to be friends. Yet I wanted so much more."
"I wanted more, but I couldn't ruin your life."
"Bruno, wh-why didn't you say that when I was alive?"
"W-what?" A single tear drains down my face.
Suddenly I'm in a room. With nothing around me expect for a single door. I push through it and inside is a girl. On the floor. Blood pouring down her arms.
"Ka-Karsen!" I scream and run forward.
Then I'm in a different place. A graveyard, except there's only one stone.
'Karsen Williams' is carved into the grey rock.
I throw myself up strait and run to the bathroom. Sweat drips down my face and I grab the sink. I stare at the man in the mirror. Tears rim my eyes and I wipe them away quickly. My fingers are cold when they meet my face and I shiver under the touch of my own hands.
What the hell was that? Why am I dreaming about her? I don't want her!
I don't want her.