First Bruno Mars Fanfic... Do I need a disclaimer? Um... I don't own Bruno Mars? Whatevs. Story Time! BTW Bruno isn't famous in this.

I heard the front door to my apartment's buzzer go off. I ran to the door and flung it open. Bruno Mars stood there, looking amazingly sexy. He had on his black fedora, a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket on top, and dark jeans underneath. He also had a silver necklace around his neck. There was a long rectangle that was rounded at the edges hanging on it. He leaned against the door frame, staring at me. His eyes traveled up and down my body. I could imagine what my silk black mini dress and matching heels would look like to him- absolutely ordinary compared to him.

I pushed the thoughts from my mind. We were not ever going to go out. We had broken up, and were going to dinner as friends. Only friends. The longer I looked at him, the more I wished it was as more than friends.

"Ready?" he asked nonchalantly. "Or is there some minor detail I would never notice that you need to go fix?"

"No, I'm ready," I answered.

"Good." He turned, expecting me to follow. I walked out and locked the door behind me.

I caught up to him at the elevator. The door opened and he stepped in, pressing the ground floor button. He leaned against the wall.

"This elevator is so slow," he complained after what seemed like hours of silence.

"It's just as fast as any other elevator," I informed him.

"Exactly," he whispered.

The door opened and we stepped out. He led the way to a silver car waiting outside. Bruno opened the door for me and I stepped in.

"Thanks," I said as he walked around to sit in the driver's seat. He started the car and I looked out the window in silence.

"You still going out with that Michael guy?" asked Bruno. I did not want to talk about this. Especially with Bruno, my ex.

"Miguel," I corrected. "And yes, I am."

"Michael, Miguel. Who cares? They're both dicks."

"Bruno!"

"He is what he is," murmered Bruno.

One Hour Later

"What do you want to do now?" asked Bruno.

"Excuse me? I thought I was going home." He laughed.

"Oh, come on, Ashley. It's only 8:30! The night's still young!" I looked at him dumbfounded. He smiled and started the car.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"A place." I didn't press for more information. I trusted Bruno.

But I shouldn't have.

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