Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Finesse Pt. 6

You sit up for a moment and adjust the pillows behind your back then hit next episode on the Netflix show on screen. You reach over, take a sip of water from the glass on you nightstand then have another bit of the lava cake on the small plate in your lap. As you settle in again and the episode begins, you follow the story just as you have for the past three weeks. This show you've discovered has eaten you your free time like no other show for a while now, so much so that it almost makes your forget how irritating it is that you can't dance much less stand on account of the hit and run incident after you breakfast date with Bruno.

Upon reaching the middle of another episode and notice that both your water and lava cake are gone, you turn off the TV and rub your eyes. You set your usual alarm, turn off the lights and get comfortable under the covers. You scroll away on your phone for fifteen more minutes check you social media feeds and plan out tasks to keep you occupied for tomorrow if convincing Danni to take you to your classes he's been subbing in for doesn't pan out. Your blink slowly as as you open your eyes again your lids dip a little and your eyes start to feel dry. You set you alarm, put your phone on you nightstand and close your eyes. As memories of time the two of you have only just begun play on repeat in your mind, you breathe slowly as your muscles relax. When you reach that just about to fall asleep are, your phone chimes then begins ringing. Danni and Carina have made it a habit to call you at night just to make sure you're fine considering you refused to get a home-help aid for your recovery period. Without looking at the caller ID you pick up and answer your phone.

"Hello?" you say groggily and your arm goes limp against your body as your hand weakly holds the phone up on your ear.

"Hey Y/N." The a soft deep voice replies, you recognize it immediately.

"Bruno," you say as a sleepy smile walks across your face. You hear him chuckle the exhale sharply.

"Guess you were asleep, sorry I woke you."

"Nah," you sigh. "You caught me right on time. I just settled in, what's up?"

"I have something to tell you but since you're about to go to sleep, I'll save it for tomorrow and you let you get your rest." You hear covers rustle in his background and snuggle deeper into yours.

"You sure? Since you called me so late, it must be important."

"I'm sure. How's your knee?"

"Its still hurts some and feels pretty tight but I'm hopped up on pain meds and I rubbed it down before I got into bed so, I'm not in any pain at the moment." You adjust the positioning of your knee a little and turn you body in the same direction so that you won't wake up in pain despite the slight discomfort of not sleeping in you usual position.

"That's good to hear." He pause for a moment. The conversation lulls as just as you are about to nod off he clears his throat. "Goodnight," he says in a sing-songy voice and after a second or two the line goes dead. You reach out and plop your phone on your nightstand again and in no time you're asleep.

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You wake to you usual alarm and once you fight the sleep weighing your eyes by forging yourself to sit up. After some quick arms stretches, you swing your legs off the bed and maneuver your home wheelchair close enough to the bed so that you can lift yourself on to it. You wheel yourself to the bathroom and complete your recurring morning activities: brush your teeth, wash your face and complete your morning skincare routine. You lift yourself on the bench in your shower, have a quick shower then get dressed in a cute mauve sweat set with a white cami underneath. You make your way out into you living room and kitchen where you microwave some oatmeal for breakfast and post yourself at you dining room table, to look over the mail that's been piling up for the past few days.