Our Love is a Secret | | Bruno Mars fanfic

Hang out

Bruno's POV

I left-- no escaped from their questions and teasing. They can be such pains in the ass sometimes...

I then realized that I would be walking into even more awkwardness between Aliana and I.

"Out of the frying pan and into the fire," I mumbled to myself.

I entered the room where Aliana was laying on the sofa, playing what sounded like fruit ninja on her phone.

" Hey," I forced a smile to break the awkward tension.

" Hi," she coldly replied back not even looking up.

Something was wrong. My spider senses were tingling.

"Everything ok?" I cautiously asked.

"Peachy," she replied back with a smile in a calm tone.

So calm that it made me scared.

Come on, she's a feisty Puerto Rican.

Puerto Rican means she's Hispanic.

Hispanic people are badasses.

And SHE CAN FIGHT!

So in my defense, I had a right to piss myself.

"Su-" "No Bruno! Everything's not ok! You can't just do this!" She finally bursted out.

I flinched at the sudden outburst. Yup, she's pissed.

"Do what?" I asked in a clueless tone.

Oh yeah, did I mention that I could be risking my life?

"You can't just-- ah, forget it," she said, getting up probably to leave. "Good luck on your interview." She sighed and walked towards the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" I asked, still risking my life.

"None of your business," she growled and went through the door.

"Ok..." I said to myself.

"What happened? We heard yelling?" Kam said as he ran into the room.

" It's alright. Just a little misunderstanding," I lied.

To be honest, I don't know what the f*** just happened myself.

"Ok," Kam looked back down on his watch. "It's 11:38. Shouldn't you get going?" He asked.

"Oh,yeah. Thanks." I said and went through the door.

" Good luck," I could hear them shout from the inside.

Aliana's POV

I was dying of boredom.

I felt like screaming "Hey, can someone do something interesting?!" but that would be stupid.

Effective, but stupid.

I pulled out my phone and decided to text Brad and ask him if I should dress casual or formal. He replied saying casual and added that we were just going to the movies.

Me: What movie?

Brad: Mockingjay.

Me: Omfg!! Yaass! Hunger games is boss!