Marla arrived home, jumped in the shower and ate a chicken sandwich while watching CNN. She had every intention of getting some reading done for class, but before she knew it she had fallen asleep to the sound of Don Lemon analyzing the 2012 Presidential election. Only a few minutes later her phone rang. She jumped and scared the cat off her stomach and caught a glimpse of the time…3:15. Wow, it was later than she thought.
She grabbed the phone before she missed the call again. It was the 808 number again.
“Hello?” she said half awake.
“Hi! It’s me…let’s go mini golfing tonight…after we eat horrible greasy pizza…”
Marla cringed at the thought of greasy pizza. She was a health nut. She ate organic, natural and hormone free food. She knew she would be sick after eating that pizza. The mini-golf sounded ridiculously fun though. She hadn’t done that in years.
“Can I pick dinner?” she asked stepping out a limb. If she was going to make it work she was going to have to let him know about her quirks.
“What do you have in mind?”
“It’s this crazy beaten up place near Marymount called the Cove. They have the best fish tacos in the world. And after my run I’m craving fish tacos…I’m kind of a weirdo.”
“The Cove it is. Text me your address. I’ll be there at 7.”
“Angieeeeee!” Marla called her boss on a Sunday which she never thought she would ever do. However, she was the only one that knew what was going on.
“Yes? What do I wear on a date with Bruno Mars?” she asked.
“A pink lacey bra and panties…most likely” was her immediate response. Angie was only 5 years older than Marla and was quickly becoming one of Marla’s closest confidants in the MSW program.
“I’m serious Angie. I know almost nothing about him aside from what I’ve read online...and…oh my god….he knows where I live now and my house is a mess…what am I doing going on a date with a celebrity? What am I doing?”
“Calmate, honey. You’ll be fine.”
“What are you doing?”
“The Cove and mini-golf.”
“Jeans, a cute shirt, and those brown new balances. Don’t go too over the top. Wear your hair down. But still wear that underwear.”
“What cute top? I have like 3 that aren’t red and gold….”
“Wear a blue one.”
“Fine..I’ll wear a blue one.”
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The Good Life
Fiksi PenggemarThis is my first fanfic. SInce I've written several more, but this is my baby. It's been on tumblr for a good while now, but if you haven't read it, I think it's pretty fab. Bruno is just starting out when he takes the time to perform at one of his...
