Our First Time (A Bruno Mars fan fiction)

Confession

Our First Time

Chapter 5: Confession

I grab Bruno's guitar, and run to the bed. He looks and me with a smirk and laughs a bit. I start strumming and sing one of my favorite songs. Not Over You by Gavin DeGraw.

"Dreams, that's where I have to go

To see your beautiful face anymore

I stare at a picture of you and listen to the radio

Hope, hope there's a conversation

We both admit we had it good

But until then it's alienation, I know

That much is understood

And I realize

If you ask me how I'm doing

I would say I'm doing just fine

I would lie and say that you're not on my mind

But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two

And finally I'm forced to face the truth,

No matter what I say I'm not over you, not over you

Damn, damn girl, you do it well

And I thought you were innocent

Took this heart and put it through hell

But still you're magnificent

I, I'm a boomerang, doesn't matter how you throw me

I turn around and I'm back in the game

Even better than the old me

But I'm not even close without you

If you ask me how I'm doing

I would say I'm doing just fine

I would lie and say that you're not on my mind

But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two

And finally I'm forced to face the truth,

No matter what I say I'm not over you

And if I had the chance to renew

You know there isn't a thing I wouldn't do

I could get back on the right track

But only if you'd be convinced

So until then...

If you ask me how I'm doing

I would say I'm doing just fine

I would lie and say that you're not on my mind

But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two

And finally I'm forced to face the truth,

No matter what I say I'm not over you

Not over you

Not over you

Not over you"

I rest my chin on his guitar. All I'm wearing is a sweater and some shorts. He says I look cute in them.

-Bruno's POV-

Wow. She can really sing. In so

I'm pressed I want to hear another.

I look up at Bruno and he's smiling like an idiot. "What is it?" I look down at my shirt. "Is my bra showing?" He chuckles and says, "No, love. I want you to sing again. You have a beautiful voice. Just one more song?" I think for a while then I start to strum Six Degrees of Separation by The Scrip.