Wait. What did he just say? What does it mean? OH MY GOD WHAT IS GOING ON? Calm down Natalie,it’s just a stupid sentence. Right? Is he sleeping? Why is he smiling?
-Uhm what do you mean?
+Your bed is so soft,I’ve never seen this comfortable one! So,I can stay like that forever! he laughs.
You’re just stupid Natalie. See? He just makes fun of you! You’ve never changed. BUT YOU MUST! Why are you doing this to yourself? Poor you… WHY GOD? JUST WHY?
"You’re right,you’re right…" I sigh.
+Never ever call me Peter. I’m Bruno!
His eyes are really big!
-Okay BRUNO,why are you in Hawaii?
+I’m Hawaiian! Hawaiian lion..
+C’mon look at these muscles! I’m too sexy for a normal man…
-I can’t see anything! i giggled. Don’t change the subject,tell me more about you! +Your question was weird. You could understand that I’m Hawaiian by my accent! -I have lived 4 counties,traveled around the world and I can speak 6 languages. Don’t mention about your accent,it’s hard to tell the difference for me!
His mouth is open and eyes bigger now. “You’re joking right?”
-No I’m not! C’mon what eeeelseeee?
+Hmmm let me think… I’m 23 years old. My dad is Puerto-Rican too. I’ve moved to Los Angeles too,when I was 18. So,we have something in common!
-Wow really? Look at our destiny!
SHIT! What did I say? OUR ? DESTINY? Our destiny? Damn. He seems serious and looks at the ground. Bravo Natalie,he’ll run away.
He starts “So,what do you do for living? Uhm let me guess… You’re a top model.”
-Hahaha noooo,never! I’ve never thought about being a top model. Naaah not for me,I can’t walk with a bikini in front of everyone.
+What? Why? It would be awesome,you have great body. And no need to mention about your face…
-Plus,I’m too shy. My relationships with people aren’t good,I think. I can talk to you because I’m high now! i laugh. Oh maaan his smile… His smile is so deep,I mean… He must have been in pain,not physical. Yes he is too funny,he laughs so much but… There is something hidden inside him.
-I have a patisserie slush bakery slush cafe. Just like a dream,huh? And also I’m a tourist leader at my dad’s tour and travel agency.What about you?
+WOOOOHOOOOO are you serious? TAKE ME TO YOUR CAFE! That sounds awesome! And I… I’m kinda… Musician. Have you ever heard the song Nothin’ On You?
-Beautiful giiiirrrlllsss all over the wooorrrlllddddddd
+I could be chaaasiinng but my time would be wasted they got nothin’ on youuuu babyyyy…
OH MY GOSH WHAT THE FUCK HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD WHERE AM I AAAAAHHHHHHHH
-OH MY GOD IT’S YOU! i scream.
+Uhm yes,I guess haha!
-Why didn’t you tell me this before? You could say “Hey I’m Nothin’ On You boy, wanna hang out?’ and I’d fall in love without looking at your face then!
Natalie,go and jump over the window. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? WHY? That’s ridiculuous! I swear I’m in trouble. He says “So,you know my song but not me?”
-Well,I was too busy and had no time to watch TV. I’ve heard YOUR song at the cafe and memorized without knowing who you were. But congratulations! I have a musician friend yaaaay!
+Friend? Aha yeah and I have a baker friend!
-It sounds bad when you say like that!
+I have an unique friend,better huh?
-Awww exactly! He’s kind… Too kind… I wish I could read his diary. WHAAAAT.
-Why did you move to Los Angeles? Hawaii is better!
+I had to follow my dream and I did! It was too hard first, I had no money. I worked for a long time at McDonald’s,can you believe this? You should see my home before I leave. Or should I say room? My whole family is musician,my mom’s a singer,dad’s drumer. My dad and uncle had a band! So,I wanted to do music because they were amazing,still they are. I’m so lucky to have a family like that. They were all supportive and that made me stronger when I was alone in Los Angeles. Now things are getting better.
Finally I know more about him. And that feels great. “Wow these words are so meani…” My phone rings. “Oh my dad is calling,sorry”. Why is he calling RIGHT NOW? I pick up the phone and answer. I talk Spanish and Bruno says silently “WHAAAAT? I DON’T UNDERSTAND! DON’T TELL YOUR DAD I’M A PERVERT!”,that makes me laugh. My dad’s voice is worried. “Si si,adios papá! Te quiero más!” I hang up the phone.
-Don’t look at me like that! We’d talk English at home but my dad wanted me to learn Spanish because we were living in Puerto Rico,you know. That’s why,he used to speak Spanish with me. He was worried,asked if I was ok and he said that you told him everything.
+I didn’t want to turn your phone but he persistently called,I’m sorry!
-No no,thank you for taking care of me. I’m sorry that I ruined your beat… he closed my mouth with his fingers.
+Thanks for giving me a chance to stare at you all day.
I open my eyes,look at the ceiling and try to understand what is going on but now everything is blurry for me. Someone is talking loudly “Did you wake up? Natalie? NATALIE? Can you hear me?”
"Whoever you are,stop repeating my name! i yelled. "Who the fuck ar.. Oh right. Sorry!". I’ve seen these movies "WHERE AM I?" and thought "what? you must know where you are!" And now I ask by myself "Where am I?"
-You’re in an expensive hotel room in Hawaii!” he takes a deep breath and smiles,”Are you ok now?”
+Uhm yeah,yes.. No.. I don’t know but urgh…I must stand up.. Urgh what the fuck.. My head is too heavy” I say and fall onto bed again. He looks at me with anxious eyes “Tell me what you want.”
I want you.
"I have no idea how long I’ve slept." I say with a sigh and he replies fastly "Just 8 hours!" and laughs. OH MOY GOD EIGHT HOURS? I SLEPT FOR FUCKING EIGHT HOURS? He looks my astounded eyes "I wish you could see your eyes hahah I’m just kidding it’s 9 hours!" Oh God…
-Okay stop it and tell me what happened.
+I kissed you and you faint. I know I’m sexy aaahh whenever I kiss a girl,this happens…
+Alright,alright calm down girl! We were talking and suddenly you faint. True story.
+And I called for help,a lifegueard heard me and came. We went to the nearest hospital with ambulance.They said you got sunstroke and gave an injection. Because of I knew that you didn’t take anything like a hippi girl,I looked in your pockets and found a hotel card. Subtly,huh? Uhm… Then I called the hotel,they said that you’ve been staying here for a week. So,I brought you here and hotel personnals said that you didn’t have breakfast and left at 05.30am. When I saw you it was 7.30am and that means you’ve walked for 2 hours! You don’t know how hot Hawaii sun,do you!? Hawaii is not like Canada or Los Angeles! And you didn’t have a hat! Why did you do this to yourself? I couldn’t leave you when you’re like.. Like this. I know we don’t know well each other but I just couldn’t. I’m sorry.
Oh God this is just… Perfect. I can imagine us like Tumblr photos,we are with a caravan. Then I’d be real hippi girl! All I know about him is just his name and now look at me,I’m daydreaming. Damn.He shouted at me,does that mean he cares about me? His jugular vein OH MY GOD WHY.
-I don’t know what to say.. Thank you so much for everything,I was gonna die by loneliness.Thanks,mahalo,gracias,teşekkürler,merci,grazie…
+Okay got it got it! You’re nooooooooooooooooot alone anymore. Trust me.
-I trust you.
+Good to hear th..
-Oh shit I feel queasy!
+Eeew I’m going,bye.
+Don’t worry,you’ve already thrown up 3 times!
-Oh really? I don’t remember anything,I’m so sorry! I giggle. He acts like my dad. Why he didn’t go? And watched my vomit?
Is his hair naturally curly? “Yes it is!” OH MY GOD HE HEARD ME. “Did I talk loudly?” he laughs “Not really,it was like whisper.” and he whispers. Oh God that’s so sexy. “Wanna touch?” his eyebrows move up and down again. “I can’t lift up my hands” I say with a face of woe. Oh what is he doing? I see everything in slow motion. He stands up from the chair,smiles,his dimples get deeper. PLEASE COME FASTER!!! There is an undefinable expression in his eyes. Oh and he walks toward me,puts right leg onto my bed,giggles and brings his head closer to my hand. OH GOSH I’M TOUCHING HIS FLUFFY CURLY HAIR RIGHT NOW! That feels so good,I can be erection from this oh… It’s like cotton candy!
-You’re playing with my hair for 30 seconds,my neck hurts!
+Ouch I’m sorry but I felt like Amelie,the movie one. Natalie Poulain cultivates a taste for small pleasures,playing with Bruno’s hair!
He’s never laughed this hard,I think he liked my French accent! He takes my hand from his head,holds tightly and lies down with me. His warm breath licks my arm. He whispers “I can stay like that forever.”
That name sounds so good. Bruno Mars. Is that his real name? Look at the difference between my name and his. Damn. I can creat a new name right now,he doesn’t know mine yet! Uhm… Okay that was stupid. “Hmmm Bruno Mars.. Like a stage name” I say. He smiles “Damn you’re smart! Yes,that’s my stage name for… for like 20 years.”
What the fuck? 20 years? Who the hell is he? “For 20 years? What’s your real name?” Okay now I’m a curious stupid. “You’re trying to learn everything about me because you’re a cob. I don’t use drugs!” he laughs. WHY IS HE THIS FUNNY OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.
-Calm down,breathe hahah stop laughing ‘no name girl’! Okay my real name iiiiisss…. You ready? Huh? Damn it’s hard to say… Uhm… Well…
+C’MON TELL THIS BITCH! i say with a laugh.
-Peeeeeeeeeeettttttttttteeeeeer Geeeeeeeeennnneeeeeeeeee Heeeeeeeeeerrrrrnaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnndeeeeeeeeeeeeeez!
His real name is cool as much as his nickname. OH GOD WHY.
He smiles,his eyebrows move up and down,up-down up-down. That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.He says “Damn you girl,tell me your name?” and my heart starts beating fastly. “I haven’t a nickname except ‘Ms. cannot be hippi’,sooooo… I’m Natalie Morales.”
He stares at the sea and squints, “Hmmm… What a beautiful name…”
I can’t stop smiling, “Well I love my name just because Natalie Portman”. He laughs so hard. “YOU. HAVE. A. BEAUTIFUL. NAME. This conversation is over. Or not yet,I need to learn more. A Spanish girl?”
-Uhm not really,don’t ask me where I’m from. It’s complicated as fuck!
+I’m gonna ask just because you said that. WHERE ARE YOU FROM NATALIE?
-You’ll regret,it’s a long story.
+Well I have time more than anything! he says. I think he’s cute. WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SAY? Damn.
I take a breath and “Well.. My dad is Puerto-Rican,my mom is Turkish. How silly,right? I was born in London,but when I was 3,we moved in Puerto Rico. We were there during my childhood. Then we moved to Canada when I was 12 years-old. I loved there,never wanted to leave. But as always,we moved in Seattle. And I started to live in Los Angeles 3 years ago. So,I don’t know where I’m from.”
He nods slowly, “So… Half Turkish-half Puerto Rican?”
-I’d prefer to say half Puerto Rican-half American. I have no idea about Turkey.
+Okaaaaaay,you look tired.We can talk about where you’re from later”. OH MY GOD,LATER? We’ll see later? He goes on “How old are you,red face?”. Everything is getting dark right now,oh my head… I try to reply “That’s swarthiness,okay? I’m 21 years o…”
"Natalie? Are you ok? Hey Natalie? Can you hear me? Natalie!?!? HEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!"
My mom shouts at me as much as she can,her eyes turn into red. I can see her jugular vein. I wanna talk but I can’t open my mouth,her movements are uncontrollable now. Then she stops and it’s my turn. I can’t believe in myself,I scream as if I’ve never talk so far. There are so many people staring at me in the room but I don’t care about them. The more I scream,the less I can breathe. I’m sweaty and I can’t breathe now,but I still keep on talking. I feel tizzy.
I wake up soaking wet,breathe deeply and try to not crying. I thought that would end somehow,someday,somewhere. But it didn’t. I never get along with her even in my dreams. Or should I say nightmares?
I turn on the table light and look at my silver wristwatch. What the fuck! It’s just 4.30am! That means I sleep just for 2 hours. I must take some sleeping bill. If I drank your herbal teas,it could work you fucker Turks! I cover myself with fragrant bedspread and try to sleep more. But it seems impossible with that fucking headache! I get up from the bed and run to the bathroom. Am I the only one who loves the smell of bleach? My nose could bleed because of this. I don’t like laying in bath,then my hands turn into wrinkled. Eeew.
I’M A DESPERADOOO UNDERNEATH YOUR WINDOWWW I SEE YOUR SULIET ARE YOU MY JU… Okay it’s enough for singing Ricky Martin songs because my voice sucks. I take a shower and walk into the room with my wet feet. I open all the windows,warm air gets in the room. The sun is about to rise. My hair starts to dry,thank God I don’t need a hairdrier. There is no make-up today even mascara. I put on my coat shorts and a big t-shirt saying “Hawaii Dreams”. Mine can’t count as a dream nowadays.
I haven’t a plan for today,I guess I will walk along the seaside. I don’t wanna eat anything,maybe just fresh orange juice.It’s only 5.15am but I’m going to waaaaalllllkkkkkkk! I don’t take my iPod,phone,watch or anything else. I’m gonna be all alone today. I just wanna wander maybe till I feel hungry. There is no place that I have to go,I don’t need to call anyone and I have limitless time. This is pure freedom. FREEEEDOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM! God bless you Braveheart.
I don’t know how much I walked,I ruminated and I don’t remember anything. Oh God I feel dizzy,I sit on the beach and close my eyes. I blench with a voice. “Excuse me,can you tell me what time is it?”. I can’t look at his face because my head as heavy as an elephant. “I haven’t watch or phone,sorry.” I say. He carries on “So can’t you tell me it’s 8 o’clock?”. Perfect,now I have a pervert. I keep my silence but it seems he won’t shut up. “Actually you were sitting motionless here for 20 minutes I asked the time because.. You know coming here and saying ‘are you okay?’.. It would be weird,maybe rude and you’d say ‘Who the hell are you? Get the fuck out,I’m alright!’. Then I’d go on my way with my broken heart..” he laughs,me either. I look at his face for the first time but I can’t see him thoroughly because my eyes are getting dark. He sits next to me,his big bright eyes are looking at me with a smile,I can see his deep dimples and a fedora. Brilliant! I should’ve put on mine too!
-Well Ms. Hippi..
I interrupt. “Hippi?”
"You have not a watch,phone or something else. Where is your caravan? Huh? WHERE IS YOUR CARAVAN?" he looks around. I say "I’d like to be a hippi girl but unfortunately I’m not."
-Sure you’re not,you haven’t a rasta hair!
I haven’t laughed this hard for a loooooooooonngggg time! He says “Well ‘Ms. cannot be hippi’ , I’m Bruno. Bruno Mars.”