We land in LA and when I get home Marcus isn't there. I'm really bummed. I guess I should have told him I was coming so he'd be home. I unpacked some of my things and grabbed a yogurt. It was getting really late and still no sign of Marcus. I wanted to call him to see where he was but I didn't want to ruin the surprise of me being home. So I just waitied...and waited until I eventually fell asleep. I woke up to some loud noises. I checked my phone.... It's almost 2AM. What the hell? I go into the living room and see Marcus trying to pick up a photo he knocked over. Is he drunk? "Marcus?.... Have you been drinking?" He turns to see me. "Hey baby! What are you doing here?" He asks then tries to kiss me but I don't let him. "Marcus I've been here since about noon!" I'm sort of shouting. "Where have you been all day?" I ask. But there's not point. He's too drunk and he is about to pass out. I help him get up and get into the bed. "I missed you" he mumbles. "Yeah, I missed you too" I say. Then he passes out. Where the hell had he been all day though?!
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Falling For Mars
FanfictionMonique is a photographer/web designer who gets the chance of a lifetime when she's asked by Bruno Mars to come on tour with them and take pictures of all the shows. Little did she know she would be falling for him on the way. NOTE: The Chapters on...
