Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Muse pt. 4

Its been a little over four months since you've gone back to your real job as a talent scout at Architype Talent Agency but it feels like somewhere near six. Getting back to your routine happened more quickly than you would have wanted and spending time with Bruno and guys seems like something from a far off dream. He, just as you have, has tried to make contact but most of your it has come through missed phone calls and day old texts. Your collective reaching out hasn't amounted to much and though he seems to be trying, you've begun to wonder if he was ever really interested in you at all. Does he care as much as he appeared to?

Even with your windows open and the ceiling fan going, your room is slightly humid. With no Friday night plans, you lie across your bed on your side with a pillow beneath your head, eyes on your TV playing the fourth season, third episode of you latest Netflix obsession. That along with the latest book that's sparked your interest, a plate of freshly baked cookies and a glass of ice water nearby you've made quite the comfortable space among your blankets and pillows. Your hair is pulled back in a loose braid and all you're wearing is an over-sized tee-shirt over a sports bar and your most comfortable pair of granny panties. You hit the 'ok' on the 'yes, I'm still watching' prompt, you roll over onto your back and stare up at the ceiling fan as you wait for the next episode to start. You try and pick out the blades from other another as it spins only on its medium speed, looking as though its going to stop but it doesn't. You roll back on to your side just as your phone sounds once, than again. Rolling your eyes, you sit up and reach for your phone; once in hand, you see the name and open the text.

Jordan: Y/nickname, can't we just talk as friends? I promise I'm not trying to get back with you, you're just the only one I want to walk to about this stuff.

Your Ex. You two were friends for years before you dated; every since you broke up with him because he wasn't at all what you thought he was, things haven't been the same. The friend that you thought could potentially be the best boyfriend ever, wasn't anything near what you thought he was. He's not a bad person, or a bad friend--just not at all what you thought he'd be as a boyfriend. He figured he could do the bare minimum and still get by when you were expecting him to go the extra mile. You shake your head, take a deep breath and begin typing.

You: I don't believe that for a second. Maybe some time in the future we can be friends but right now, we can't just talk.

Just then his name illuminates your screen again, its a call. You take a deep breath and stand up and make your way to the kitchen. With the phone between our face and your shoulder, you start the dishes as Jordan clears his throat.

"Hey Y/N," he says softly. "I just want to talk."

"So," you set mug your were washing down and apply more soap to the sponge. "Talk."

"I'm sorry, I never meant for us to end the way we did. I know I wasn't doing what I should have for you but...I just. I--I though that the hard part was over, I thought it would be easy to be with you since we were just good friends that I didn't think about how much our relationship would change."

"I didn't pick up just to listen another apology from you, I already told you how I feel." You set the clean dishes aside and go to work rinsing the sponge and the sink.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry I just, it's all I can think about when I think of you. I had no idea how you were feeling when were together but as friends, I felt like I knew everything about you--I don't get why that changed."

"You stopped listening to me, Jordan. That's what happened. You were wrapped up in what you thought we were rather than what we actually were. We should've worked out but you took me for granted."