(WE ALL KNOW THIS ISN'T A REAL STORY, RIGHT? RIGHT. I do not own any of these celebrities, or songs, or places or anything like that. it's all imagination, folks.)
“Oh, Oh, Oh I, I was a city boy
Riding to danger’s, where I’d always run
A boy who had his fun,
But I wouldn’t have done
All the things that I have done,
If I knew one day you’d come…”
Janelle plopped down next to Bruno, almost sitting on his lap. She leaned her head sideways. “So? …you gonna tell me or not, Mr. Bruno Mars?” Bruno sighed, grasping his mouth. “It wasn’t mine. It shouldn’t have happened. I got caught with it, therefore I got arrested for possession, and it’s as simple as that.” He responded quickly, hoping that she would drop the subject. All the tabloids n shit had everybody know about it, but he wasn’t really sure why Janelle had randomly brought it up. “Sooo…” Janelle mumbled, as she placed her chin on his shoulder. “So?” Bruno questioned, while leaning away from his friend and eyeing her sceptically. “Do you….do …coke? Orrr was that ju-” “No! Janelle, what? Of course not, man!” “Mmmmmhm.” She slowly raised her head off of his shoulder in suspicion. “What about marijuana, you smoke weed Mr. Hernandez??” “Janelle, what is up with you this evening?” He laughed from amusement. Janelle smacked her teeth. “I just wanna know, so I’m not taken by surprise if I see you and Phil singing about Mary Jane on the way to a show, saying ‘cracka this, cracka that.’” Bruno laughed at the reference to the two young British men from that really famous boy band he had seen in the papers a couple of months back. “Nah, sweetheart. I ain’t putting my business out for people to judge me with…” Bruno smirked at Janelle. “Well, SWEETHEART, you know I don’t judge you, and I wouldn’t…” She smiled sweetly back at Bruno. She looked down in her lap, and chuckled as her smile faded. “…like ever.” she said just above a whisper. She breathed deeply, and then continued to talk. “I mean, seriously, Bruno, who am I to judge, I’m really nobody special.” Bruno looked and listened as Janelle rambled on about how she was blah and what not. “J-Janelle, slow down girl!” He laughed. He shook his head, then nudged Janelle to give him space, so that he would be able to lean on her. She shifted over a bit making a bit of space on the couch in between them. Bruno laid his head on Janelle’s lap, while staring at the ceiling, and of course naturally Janelle started playing with his curly hair. “You are so weird.” She said quietly. Bruno grumbled in agreement. “AND YOU…MISS THING...ARE JUST...” He said as he poked her stomach.
“…Are just lovely.” He finished, removing his eyes from the ceiling and looking Janelle in the face. “Really Janelle…I mean it.” He said while nodding. Janelle awkwardly chuckled and looked away. It was getting pretty weird for her. They both sat there quietly in the fluffy, and awkward tension the conversation had led up to. Janelle continued to play with Bruno’s hair. After a little while, she immediately froze. Bruno was in his own little world staring at the ceiling, humming, and making different beats and noises with his mouth, so he hadn’t realized how still Janelle had gotten. “WHAPAWWW!!” Janelle screeched as she smacked Bruno right in the middle of the forehead as hard as she could. She slid from under his head ran towards Bruno’s front door. “What the hell?! JANELLE!” Bruno yelled as he quickly got up and chased her. She opened the door and had almost gotten away, but he’d quickly grabbed her wrist preventing her from stepping out. “YOUU are absolutely ridiculous, you know that right?” Bruno laughed still firmly holding her wrist, so she wouldn’t escape. “YOU’LL NEVER GET ME YOU DORRRK!” She said, while shaking her head hysterically. “Janelle…” “I WON’T LET YOUUUUU!” “Ja-neeeeelle..?” “CATCH ME IF YOU CAN SUCKKAAA!” Janelle continued in her dramatics, as she began to pretend to melt. “NO…no!” She feigned. “Oh my god, Janelle you are such a little shit.” Bruno said as he stepped over her. He hovered over her and just stared at her. Janelle was on the floor sitting with eyes closed. Bruno grabbed one of her shoulders and shook it. “Janelle Robinson, stop playing.” Janelle opened her eyes dramatically wide at Bruno. He turned his head and chuckled to himself, “Why hasn’t someone put this girl in their movie?” Janelle popped up. “I heard that you alien!” “Well listen up you robot, Jess and I are hitting the mall tomorrow morning, and I wanted to know if you’d come? Ya know, she ain’t met you yet, so we should hang, yeah?” Bruno said as he and Janelle walked outside. She texted her driver to come and pick her up, it was getting to be late, and she had already spent too much time at Bruno’s place. “Can’t got a photo-shoot in the mawning, Bru-Bru!” Bruno sighed “Riiigght…well…how about I take you both out, like in the afternoon?” Janelle rolled her eyes at him and checked her phone to scroll through her schedule. “WOOP DE WOO WOO…WOOP WOO DE WOO.” She said pointing at her phone and rolling her neck. He laughs at her sudden character. Janelle’s driver pulled in at the gate of Bruno’s house to be let in. Bruno shakes his head and grins. “Okay, but I’ll call you when I’m at lunch to let you know when I’ll be ready.” Bruno nods in agreement, as Janelle pulls him in for a tight hug. She walks to her car and ducks into it. “BYE SHORTIE!” She screams before closing the car door. Bruno chuckles “Yeah, yeah whatever beautiful!” He calls after her. He openly laughs to himself, then turns around and jogs back to his door.
