A/N: For those of you who haven't heard the song that inspired this fic yet, it's here in this chapter. Enjoy - listen to it, it really is catchy! Love Bruno :) Again, I don't own any of the Twilight stuff or the Bruno stuff or any of that, I just like playing with other people's toys. They're always more fun than your own. And thanks again to my lovely betas - SassyKassie and Naughty. Love you girls!


Little Miss Can't Be Wrong

"I swear to God, Rose, it HAS to be him. No, I'm positive. The description matches pretty much exactly. I know the chances seem slim, but it's got to be. I can feel it"

As I walk into the apartment the next weekend, I overhear Rose and Alice talking in the living room.

"Has to be who?" I ask, joining their conversation.

Rose's head snaps in my direction and her eyes grow wide. She turns back to Alice and gives her a meaningful look. Seriously, what is with these two lately?

Alice giggles nervously and says "Ooh, there's a second photo shoot going on at the magazine this week. Very hush, hush. No one is supposed to know about it but I've hearda rumor that Ryan Gosling is the one the shoot is for. One of my co-workers swears up and down that she saw him coming out of one of the men's rooms the other day. Her description is spot on, so I'd assume it's really him." She winks at Rose, thinking that she was hiding it from me, but I caught it.

"Oh, cool. You're good at being sneaky, you should see if you can hunt him down. Get a picture with him or something. He's totally hot." I replied, not entirely buying her story.

We settle into a Saturday afternoon of girl talk and chick flicks. It's our Saturday afternoon tradition, if we're all home at the same time. These days are getting to be fewer and farther between as we all get busier with work and that thing they keep calling real life. Besides, Alice and Rose have Jazz and Em and one of these days we won't even be roommates anymore. I can't help but feeling like I need to play catch up with my two successful friends.

The past week had flown by. I met with Angela and went over my essay. She gave me a couple of great tips for things to add and focus on and we got all the wording polished. I handed in the application on Friday morning in person at the offices of The Brooklyn Paper. They were making their selections in about a week. I should know by this Friday.

I also got through most of my interview with Anthony Masen. He was running around to several different meetings and appointments so we'd talked on the phone twice. I got some really good insights into local artistry from him and a lot of information on his background as well. I had pretty much everything I needed from the interview, but he told me to call him this week while I was working on writing the actual article if I needed anything else.

There was something oddly familiar about talking with Anthony Masen. There was a cadence to his voice that reminded me of something. I just couldn't tell what it was it reminded me of. Each of the few times we'd spoken on the phone though, I got chills. So weird. I mean, I know what his singing voice does to me, but talking on the phone? I really must be frustrated if that's driving me crazy.

I didn't have any review pieces due this week. It's been a busy week for all three of us so we decided to stay in and not head out to any bars this weekend. There were only a few weeks left in the semester and I had my interview due on Friday and then a final paper due 2 weeks later. I couldn't believe that I was almost done with graduate school. As long as this internship worked out for the spring, I'd be graduating in May and then I'd finally have to step out into the real world. Ugh, I hate that term. I'm not looking forward to stepping out of the college comfort zone. But, I am excited to get to work on real stories and see my name in print.

On Sunday, I needed to get out of the apartment since I hadn't left the building since Friday. I needed my music fix so I decided I'd go see Seth. Through the shop windows, I noticed that there were more people in the shop than usual, several of whom had cameras. What's going on here today? As I ducked in the door, out of the rainy dreary day, I saw a sign hanging over a table, behind which a young man was sitting. He had on a fedora-style hat, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket. He was smiling and signing CDs. The sign above his head read "Bruno Mars: Doo-Wops and Hooligans - New CD Available Now! Only available here today! Major release date next month."

Huh. A record signing. That's cool, maybe I'll check out the album, get it signed as long as I'm here. I didn't know much about this artist. I'd heard his name around and I was pretty sure I'd heard a song or two on the radio, but not much more than that. I'll have to check it out. I picked up a copy of the CD and got in line to have it signed. After I shook hands with the artist and got his autograph, I stepped to the side to say hi to Seth. He was beaming at the buisness that this signing was bringing into the store. We chatted for a few minutes about a couple of other new CDs that he was suggesting for me to check out and then I headed out. The store was starting to get crowded and I wanted to make some space for more customers for Seth.

I stopped off at Alter while I was down here. I wanted to look for something for Angela. She'd helped me so much over this last semester that I wanted to get her a little something to show my appreciation. I walked in and saw that Mike was working again. He'd suggested my red and blue scarf that has quickly become one of my favorite go-to pieces so I figured he'd be able to help. After explaining a little about who Angela was and what I was looking for, Mike showed me a beautiful silk scarf in reds and blacks that would fit Angela's personality and work for many occasions.

Satisfied with my afternoon in Brooklyn, I headed home to check out my new music. I put on the Bruno Mars disc and started wrapping Angela's present. As I sat down at my desk to write out a thank you card for her, the song changed over to a catchy, fast-paced tune. The lyrics started right from the beginning of the song and I found myself bopping my head along with the beat.

She was covered in leather and gold

21 years old

I lost her in the cold

It's unfair she's out there

Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn

She's somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn

This is pretty catchy. I like the sound. Not normally what I listen to but there's something interesting about his voice. The lyrics in this one are telling a story as well and I'm curious to see what's going to happen. I find myself compelled to know the rest. That, I feel, is the mark of a good songwriter. I listened intently for the next set of lyrics.

Little Ms. Perfect

Sitting at the train stop

Red Nike high tops

Listening to hip-hop

While we were waiting

Started conversating

Before I got a name

Along came a train

I glance down at my nike high tops that are sitting in the corner of my room. Bright red. I think back to the day when I met that guy on the subway. What had I been doing that day? I was heading into Brooklyn to visit Sound Fix, I think. I was listening to my iPod. What the hell had I been listening to? I had been listening to Quest. That's what started the conversation. Hip-hop. Huh. There's no way. There's no fucking way that this has anything to do with me. It's coincidence. It has to be. I sit stock-still in silence listening to the next part of the song.

ooooh, oooooh

Next Stop, Brooklyn

ooooh, oooooh

Now I'm lookin'

Oh hell. I was going to Brooklyn that day. There seriously couldn't be anyway that this has anything to do with me, could it? I mean, he knew a lot about music, but this couldn't be happening. Besides, I'd met this Bruno Mars guy and he looked nothing like my 'subway man.'

On the street kickin' rocks

Circling the same block

Greenpoint to Flatbush

Checking every corner shop

Tapping people's shoulders

Asking if they know her

Everyday's the same

It's back to the train

I hit the repeat button on my iPod dock and listen to the song through again. I can't believe that there'd be this much of a coincidence. There's no way that 'subway guy,' who I'd been thinking about for the last 2 weeks straight, was anything but some startlingly handsome guy that I chatted with for 10 minutes. By the time the song started round number 5 through the speakers, there was a knock on my bedroom door jamb. Alice quirked her head to the side when she saw me sitting as still as a statue, staring off blankly into space.

"What's with the broken record, Bella?"

My head whips toward the door, startled by Alice's presence.

"Huh?"

"The broken record. How come you've got that song on repeat and you're just staring off into space."

"Oh nothing, just something oddly familiar about the song. I kind of zoned out. Sorry if it was bugging you."

"Wasn't bothering me, I just got worried when it started playing for the fifth time. I know you like to listen to things several times usually, but this didn't seem like you. And then you're just sitting here like a statue. You sure everything's ok?"

"Yeah, just, ugh. Do you remember me telling you about 'subway guy' a couple weeks ago? That guy I talked to on my way to Brooklyn?"

"Yeah, the one you were all head-over-heels for and whose eyes keep bugging you when you sleep, right?"

"That's the one. Listen to this new song that I just heard. The singer told me that he just recorded it this week. They produced a couple hundred copies for a CD signing that I happened by at Seth's store today. The CD isn't going to be available on a wide-scale until next month, but you have to listen to the lyrics."

As Alice listens, I pick up one of my Nikes and my leather coat with the gold zippers, and lay them on the bed next to her. She's tapping her foot to the melody and seems to be really concentrating on the words she's hearing. She looks at the bed, more specifically the jacket and the shoe, and her eyes widen just a little. She quickly covers it by rolling her eyes at me and all of a sudden seems put out that I've made her listen to the song.

"Oh, Bella, you can't be serious. Let me see this CD case." I hand her the jewel case and watch her carefully. "See, he doesn't look anything like what you described to me." She flips the jewel case over to the track list and I swear I see her smirk as she reads the information on the back of the case. "Bella, I think you're really losing it. Your frustration is getting the better of you."

"You're probably right. I keep telling myself that it can't be. But it seems like there's just one too many coincidences, you know?"

"Yeah, I can see what you're saying. But you said you met this Bruno guy today and it wasn't him, right? That should give you your answer right there."

I sigh, "I know. I guess maybe I got my hopes up for a little while."

She giggles in response and hops off of my bed. "I'm sure he's out there somewhere."

Monday morning I started working on my interview piece, and I had to admit it was coming out really good. I had a couple more questions that popped up for Anthony Masen, so I called him Monday afternoon. He didn't answer, but I left a voicemail asking him to return my call whenever he could. I heard from him on Tuesday morning after my class. He apologized over and over for not calling sooner but that he'd been out all day Monday and had forgotten his phone at home. It really was fine, and I'd told him that repeatedly. He gladly answered my questions and I continued to work on writing the article.

On Wednesday morning, the mail arrived and I had an envelope from The Brooklyn Paper. My hands shook slightly as I proceeded to open the letter.

Dear Ms. Swan,

We are pleased to offer you a paid internship position for the spring session at The Brooklyn Paper. You were selected from the pool of candidates as the applicant who will best fill the need we have at this time. Please call our offices at your earliest convenience to inform us of your intentions and for further information about the internship.

Thank you,

Collin Littlesea

Editor in Chief

The Brooklyn Paper

I started jumping up and down and yelling my head off. No one was home and I had to share the news with someone. I grabbed my phone and quickly sent a text to both Rose and Alice.

I got the internship! We need to celebrate! ~B

Of course, as always, Alice was the first to respond.

Congrats! Dinner party, Friday night, our place. We need to celebrate your news! I'll invite the boys - they'll be really happy for you! ~A

Shortly thereafter, Rose sent me a text as well.

Congrats, girl! Alice told me about dinner. Sounds perfect! See you tonight! ~Rose

I found it impossible to keep working this afternoon as I was shaking and virtually vibrating with energy. I called Angela to tell her about the internship as well. We decided to get together on Friday morning for coffee to talk about the internship and celebrate a little bit. I wanted to bring her the gift I'd gotten for her and thank her for all of her help and guidance through the application process. Everything was falling into place. I could feel it. Friday was going to be a very good day.


Chapter End Notes: So...Friday, huh? Let's see what happens...