Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Roses

For all of you who didn't have Valentine's, this one's for you.

Happy Valentine's Day lovelies! 

-Jaz

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You recently moved to Honolulu, Hawaii. You've been attending the local high school as a junior since September. Its February 14th, Valentine's Day and its lunch time. As you make your way to the cafeteria, you see crowds of students wearing shades of red and pink and or carrying Valentine's day candies, gift and art projects. From listening in on the conversations of some of your classmates throughout the day, you discovered that there is a school tradition in which guys anonymously buy long stemmed rose(s) for the girl they like. The names of the girls are called at lunch time and she is to collect her rose(s) in front of the entire grade. Despite the slight embarrassment of walking up to receive a rose, you can't help but wonder what it would be like to have a secret admirer. After you get your food and take a seat at the empty end of a half nearly full lunch table, while you wait anxiously for the announcement. As you eat, you watch the girls around you receive gifts from their boyfriends of large teddy bears, candy and or little trinkets while others exchange handmade cards and candies with their friends. As a little treat to yourself to one of the Valentine's Day themed cupcakes from the caf counter, you hear someone checking the mic.

"Alright, settle down, settle down," the teacher up at the front says as she adjusts her glasses. 

"The sooner you get settled, the sooner the event will begin. As soon as everyone gets quiet, she clears her throat and gestures toward the two large vases of roses on the table beside her.

"Today, I'll be reading the names in alphabetical order of the giver's first initial and the receiver's name." She reads through name after name of several popular people in the grade but just as she is about to come to and end, she pulls a pair of roses. They are tied together tightly with a white ribbon and a pale blue slips of paper. "Oh well," the teach exclaims with a smile on her lips as she glances at the note. "B, Y/N, because you deserve more than just one rose," She articulates. Your eyes widen and she repeats your name. You stand dumbfounded and slowly make your way up to the front of the room. She hands you the pair of roses and you hold them gingerly in one hand before you as though they will disappear at any moment. Upon reaching your seat you read the note your self then take a whiff of the flowers' scent. Just as you are about to set them down, you notice something written on the back of the note in very fine print, as thought it was done on a computer. You bring the sheet close to your face and read it.

Meet me in music room 310 after school,

B

Grinning you set the roses down on the table before you and look as them while you finish your cupcake. For the remainder of the day, you carry the roses around with extra care not to bend the stems or loose a petal. Some of your classmates ask you about them, inquiring who they may be from and you give them your honest answer: that you have no idea. At the end of he school day, you gather your books and the roses then head to one of the bathrooms where you freshen up. In the mirror, you adjust your curls over your shoulders, apply chapstick and make sure your outfit is all in place. Then you take a deep breath and make your way to music room 310. Heart ramming against your rib-cage, you approach the door and slowly open it. Seated at the grand piano halfway across the room is the sweet curly haired guy you've come to know is named Peter but, goes by Bruno. He's wearing an over-sized denim shirt over a maroon tee, a white surfer necklace, dark wash jeans and white Nike Air Force 1s. As you enter he begins playing beautiful classic melody you've heard in old movies countless times; a song that's older than both of you. After the intro of the song, he begins singing...

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred nightAnd I think to myself what a wonderful world...

You start to walk over to him and he glances over at you with a smile displaying his deep dimples; you can help but grin as he nods you over to his side. You set your bag down and then the roses on the piano; you lean against it as you watch him. He sways as he sings, taking turns between glancing down at the keys and up at you. As the song comes to an end, your lungs exhale and you notice that you've been holding your breath. You tilt your head as you watch him take his hands from the keys and set them in his lap. He smiles softly and bows a little resulting in a chuckle form you.

"That was beautiful."

"Happy Valentine's Day." He glances down at his hands and wrings them once carefully cracking his knuckles.

"How long did it take you to learn that?"

"About a month," he says running his hand through his thick curly fro. "I learned it in two weeks but it took me a month to prefect it."

"That's all? You have to have taken lessons," you suggest. He smirks.

"Not a one. I'm self-taught."

"Really?" he nods you over and you go and sit beside him. You play a little bit of generic piano lesson songs and he joins you, elevating your notes with complimentary ones. The two of you play around on the piano for a bit and he even teaches you how to play the chorus of a song. As you both draw your hands away from the keys, you feel his eyes on you. You glance up at the roses then look down at you hands resting in your lap. As you rub your hands together, silence fills the small space between you. All you can hear are breezes blowing through the palm trees.

"Why did you choose me to be your Valentine?"

"Why?" he asks. You look over at him to see his brows furrowed. Nodding the confusion on his face turns to surprise then he runs his hand over his curls and looks away from you. "I think your beautiful, smart and fun to be around. You're new and I though it would be nice to let you know that people do notice you." You look over at him and his dark brown eyes focus on your eyes. Heat rushes up from your chest to your cheeks; he smirks and you smile. "Hey," he whispers.

"Hm?" He glances down at your lips then back up into your eyes.

"Can I...kiss you?" Your eyes dart across his once then again and he doesn't move a muscle as he awaits your answer. You nod and he carefully grasps your chin' tilting your face opposite of his, he presses his lips to yours.

The next day...

As you walk into your homeroom class, Bruno waves you over and offers you the seat beside him; you sit there. After attendance, he walks you to class and the two of you linger outside the door.

"Thanks," you say as he pushes his hands down in his front pockets.

"No problem." You wrap you arms around him and he draws you close. As you pull away, you press your lips to his cheek. His eyes go wide for a moment but as he settles, the same sweet dimpled smile he wore just yesterday returns. You turn to walk into your class room when he grabs your hand. Before you can say anything he presses his lips to yours. He still holds you close. Your forehead rests against his.

"Will you be my gir--"

"Yes." His deep browns meet yours and you shove him playfully in the chest. "I was hoping you'd ask me that." You wave goodbye and he winks at you as he heads off to his class.