Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Cross The Line

Author's Note

Hey Hoolis! 

Here's a one shot that I go the idea for 3 days ago. I've spent the last 2 days writing, rewriting and editing it just for you all so please tell read,  comment and tell me what you think of it. Just like the other's this one as really a labor of love and one one-shot I really, really enjoyed writing. 

I can't wait to hear what you think! 

Love you all so much, 

~Jaz

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It's morning and you're just about ready to go to work. You tell yourself, 'I'll grab breakfast on the way' even though you know you won't. With your purse and heels in hand, you make your way to the door. As you reach it and lean down to put your shoes in, your phone buzzes. You drop your heels and start to push them on while you reach in your purse for you phone. You check it.

Bruno: Good morning 😃 stop by me before you go.

You: I can't B, I gotta go.

You start to text back but before you can hit send, another text from him arrives.

Bruno: I think you'll want to...I made spam and eggs.

You sigh then chuckle and roll your eyes.

You: Alright, I'm coming.

You throw your coat over your arm, pick up your heels and drop your phone back in your purse. You step out of your apartment, lock it and speed walk on the tips of your toes down the hall until you reach Bruno's apartment. He lets you in, greets you and you you walk inside. You hang your jacket at the door, drop your heels alongside and follow Bruno inside.

90s slow jams play in the background if his messy but not dirty apartment. His guitar is propped up against the couch, his notebook is open on the table and a bottle of water stands on the table beside it. He's still in his pajamas: a plain loose worn tee-shirt and basketball shorts. His feet are bare, his dark curls are wild and there's still a bit of sleepiness to the way he moves.

"So what did you need me to come for?" You ask as Bruno turns around. He point behind you and you turn around to see a plate already made for you; spam and eggs sit on a plate and in front of it are a half glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee. You grin at him, bring the plate and drinks over to the coffee table and sit beside him.

"I've been trying to re-word this hook," he says point to a section in his notebook. You slide it over in front of you and push a forkful of eggs into one cheek.

"Lemme here it," you say running your fingers beneath the words. He does as he told and sings the beautiful melody he's been working on but the words seem to trip over each other as he sings them. "Pencil," you instruct. Hands you his pencil and you erase part of the first and third line, then you re-order the words and make commas where different inflections should be. Bruno watches you as you read the words in you head. When you finish, he sides the notebook back over and prepares to play.

"All these road steer me wrong, But I still drive them all night long,All night long...All you young wild you make a mess of me Yeah, you young wild girls You'll be the death of me, the death of me All you young wild girls, no matter what you doYeah, you young wild girls, I always come back to you, come back to you..." He sings.

"That's perfect!" He hugs you with one arm and kisses your temple. You grin as he draws away from you and writes in the extra notes underneath the lyrics you just fixed. You look over into the kitchen and look the time.