Your Bruno Mars

A deep sigh of relief comes over me as I finally finish writing the letter. It wasn't perfect but it's the best that I got after 4 hours of trying to make it perfect. My eyes burned with sleep, it's about two o'clock in the morning, and of course I have school in a few hours. Ahh the things I do for power, the things I do.

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I had fallen asleep in most of my early classes but I'm sure I didn't miss much. Positively sure I didn't. I never really pay attention in class anyways; sleep was actually the most useful thing I did all year.

I caught up with Mikey at lunch. He already has his huge lunch out on the table. A bowl of pasta primavera, a bag of Doritos, a container pack with strawberries and blueberries, and to wash it all down with a big bottle of ice tea. His lunches are beastly! It's like his parents own the grocery store!

"Woah you look out of it" He tells me as I take a seat across from him. I take out my letter which is folded neatly and hand it to him, "This is why." I said letting my head fall on my lunch bag.

Sleeping in class somehow made me feel more tired. I reach inside my lunch bag, not removing my head from it but lazily digging inside till I find my apple. I pull it out, talking a bite of it with the last bit of energy I have left.

"Jeez, I'm flattered." I hear Mickey say. I look up at him, "What?"

"The thing is..." He picks at his pasta, "I'm in love with your sister Katie. I'm flattered though."

I stare at him confuse at first then I see him holding the letter in his hand. Everything clicks, "Eww, gross! Man it's not for you!"

"It's not?" He asks in shock, his mouth slightly open revealing half chewed pasta.

"No you idiot, it's for Jenny!"

He laughs, "Oh that makes sense." He wipes his forehead and lean in forward. "Phew, I was like this is going to ruin our friendship. Just awkward." He sings the last two words still laughing. A complete idiot, I tell ya, I take another bite if my apple, this time actually making the effort to raise up my head. "You think it's good."

"I was touched-"

"Not for you, for her!"

He chuckles "yeah pretty good, but you didn't sign your name."

"I know." I take out my steak and cheese sandwich. My mom made it this morning for everyone. The argument that came along with it was annyoying; Katie doesn't like that type of cheese, Amanda didn't want mushrooms in hers, and Megan said she doesn't need mom's lunch, she could buy one for herself. And that started a even bigger argument. I kept hearing my dad reminding mom to be slow to anger, while mom looked like she was about to take the frying pan and knock Megan out with it. All this fuss happened right in the kitchen while I tried not to fall asleep in my cereal. I was way too tired to complain about the sandwich.

"I don't get it, why not put your name or like secret admirer or something?" Mickey asks.

I shrug, "I don't want her to know it's me yet, and the whole secret admirer thing sounds stalkerish."

He takes a gulp of ice tea, "Well you gotta write something."

"No I don't."

He wave his bag of chips at me, "Yes you do, how is she going to know who it is? Even though it's not your name at least something."

I lay on my bag, trying to calmly think it though. But my brain hurts me and all I want to do is sleep. All I could barely come up with is... "Fine, I'll write 'Your Bruno Mars'."

Mickey laughs, "Why?"

"The song I quoted at the bottom."

His laughter dies down, "Brandon you're not suicidal over this girl?"