Stand By Me ( Bruno Mars Fan Fiction )

Chapter II

Chapter II

I shook my head and directed my gaze back into the lake before he notices me staring at him like a creep. “It’s okay,” I said, suppressing a smile.

He took another one of those deep breaths and sighed in relief, joining the direction of my stare. Here he was in such a calm and still place, obviously reflecting on something. I glanced back at his preoccupied self. His eyes seems so heavy, I can see dark circles around them. But although the held a certain kind of sadness,I have to admit that this pair of chocolate-colored lobes are gorgeous.

He had these dimples that dented his cheeks and the sides of his orbs creased every time he grinned. It was like watching a piece of significant artwork, but you had to look into the painter’s story to understand what the masterpiece meant.

“Um I don’t get it why you didn’t freak out when you met me. Don’t you recognize me?” he interrupted my train of thoughts and raised a brow towards me.

“Huh?” I asked, a little absent-minded and blown-away by his attractiveness.

“Do you know me?” he repeated.

“Lemme guess…An actor?”

He shook his head, one side of his lips tugging up into a smirk. “Sometimes I do a little somethin’ but nah, I’m not one.”

“Son of the queen?” I do another go at this little game we were playing of me knowing who really was. I was a little hopeful he was the son of the queen. I always had those fantasies as a little girl that I would marry a prince one day, become his princess and live in a castle. Typical, but it’s what every girl wants.

“Yeah, I’m the son of a queen.” He was smiling while he spoke, as if his thoughts drifted off somewhere. “My queen. Queen B.”

“I’m serious,” I said, crossing my arms and rolled my eyes in annoyance. I wasn’t one to be humored after a day of solitude, Math’s and being hit on the head.

“B for Bernadette,” he filled in my curiosity.

“Who is she?” I asked softly, finally warming up to this guy. “If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

“My mother,” he declared with a sad smile.“She passed away not too long ago.”

Bruno’s P.O.V

“Oh,” her mouth formed into an O-shape in realization. “Oh God,I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you, I’m so dumb—”

“No,” I forced a smile, holding my hand up to stop her. “Thank you for listening. I haven’t vented my feelings since it happened and I feel like a ton of bricks was lifted off my shoulders by finally being oral about all of these.”

“I— I don’t know what to say…” she trailed off and that’s when I realized the soft shade of pink that colored her cheeks.It was beyond adorable and she held that certain kind of innocence and mystery that sparked my interest in her. Her warm brown eyes met mine and she tucked a stray hair behind her ear, biting her lip as if she was hesitating to tell me something. “You’re that singer right?”

“Yeah,” I breathed out, wondering how she got that. “How—”

“I remember seeing you on telly,” she explained and flashed a small smile. “It was Saturday Night Live, I think and you sang twice. I was just there for Tom Hanks, by the way,” she laughed, which made a weird tepidness run through my veins yet ironically send shivers down my spine. “But look like someone else was the star.”

I cocked my head to the side and smirked, “Oh yeah? How did I do?”

“You were funny,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “And you have an amazing voice.”