Crazy For This Girl: Gomato Fanfic.
Fanfic: Crazy For This Girl.
Genre: Romance.
Pairing: Gomato.
Rating: T.
Disclaimer: I do not own Demi, Selena or the song. The even portrayed are fiction.
Song: Crazy For This Girl - Evan and Jaron
This is a song fic, so I suggest listening to the above song. ;D
There's already a sequel. I just need to type it.
She rolls the window down,
And she talks over the sound,
Of the cars that pass us by,
And I don’t know why, but she’s changed my mind.
I’m trying to focus on the road, but her sweet voice is over filling my ears, making my heart swim, making my thoughts drown. She’s talking about her day on set, last day of filming and we both have a week off. We’re driving to the hotel our parents rented when we begged for a mini vacation. She rolls the window down and I forget to watch the road momentarily as her brown, straightened hair is flowing in the window. I shake my head and return my gaze to the road.
“I can turn the air on, you know.” I yell over the wind and the passing cars.
“Nah, it’s okay. I like the fresh air. I think I can understand why dogs like it so much.” I laugh. And in that moment, something clicked, slapped and my heart was racing. I looked at her staring out the window, elbow on the door, chin in the palm of her hand.
I always knew she was special. But right there, right here, I changed my mind. I thought I loved somebody else. But just looking at her is making the hands on my steering wheel shake.
Would you look at her?
She looks at me.
She’s got me thinking about her constantly.
But she doesn’t know how I feel.
She carries on without a doubt,
I wonder if she’s figured out I’m crazy for this girl.
I carried her bag in and she sits crossed leg our bed. I turn around and my eyes connect with hers. She’s making me nervous and it’s all of a sudden, just these past couple of weeks. I was able to hide it so easily; so far because, well, we’re on different sets, living different lives. She does, she really does have my heart. Her care free manner, just look at how brave she was when she cut her hair off. Those big brown eyes, the ones I’m staring into right now. I turn around and run a hand through my hair, taking a deep steadying breath. I turn back around and jump on the bed next to her, she squeals and lifts her hands up in surprise. She makes me feel so much. She has to know. I wonder if she knows.
She was the one to hold me,
The night the sky fell down,
And what was I thinking,
When the world didn’t end?
Why didn’t I know what I know?
I wonder if she’ll figure out I’m crazy for this girl.
I think back to the night when the tattooed jerk broke my heart. I thought he was everything; he was charming, cute and funny. But then he broke up with me for no reason. And I ran to her. She stopped everything she was doing just to hold me, wrap her arms around me and whisper in my ear how much of a jerk he is.
Why didn’t I love her then? I just want to know if she feels the same way. The way we stare into each other’s eyes. Why didn’t her touch send shivers up my spine, then? It would’ve saved me so much heartbreak, the way he’s sensitive and funny one minute and a drunk jerk the next.
I’m sitting on the edge of our bed, 2 days left here, in our own little solace. I cross my legs and stare at the bathroom door, where she’s standing behind it, blow drying her hair. I wish she left the door open, but she was just being courteous to me, I did have the TV on a minute ago. Now I’m just staring at the door, waiting for it to open.
Right now.
Face to face.
All my fears, pushed aside.
Right now.
I’m ready to spend the rest of my life,
With you.
She finally walks out and smiles at me. But her smile drops when she notices me sitting there, stone faced, just staring at her. I move aside on the bed, then pat it and she sits down next to me.
“Selena…” I trail off; turning on the bed to face her, then just stare at the thumbs I’m twiddling in my lap. “I’m sorry.” I chicken out again. In the corner of my eye, I see her turn around on the bed, crossing her own legs in front of me.
“For what, Demi?” She asked softly.
“For not realizing…” I looked up and straight into her eyes. “How much you really mean to me. Sel, you make my heart jump with a single touch, you - your just so amazing.” Her eyes widened and I quickly averted my gaze, twiddling my thumbs faster then ever.
“What about Trace? The guy you keep running back to, huh?” It was spoken softly, like a reassurance. I think she was trying to be mean, but she was just soft and fragile.
“I think I was looking too hard, when what I always wanted was right in front of me.” I whispered to my hands. She lifted my chin up and I was staring into her gorgeous eyes again.
“I always said you could be slow sometimes.” I tilted my head and cocked and eyebrow. “You didn’t notice even an ounce of jealousy? I wanted to mean as much to you as he used to, Demi.”
Then her lips were on mine.
Genre: Romance.
Pairing: Gomato.
Rating: T.
Disclaimer: I do not own Demi, Selena or the song. The even portrayed are fiction.
Song: Crazy For This Girl - Evan and Jaron
This is a song fic, so I suggest listening to the above song. ;D
There's already a sequel. I just need to type it.
She rolls the window down,
And she talks over the sound,
Of the cars that pass us by,
And I don’t know why, but she’s changed my mind.
I’m trying to focus on the road, but her sweet voice is over filling my ears, making my heart swim, making my thoughts drown. She’s talking about her day on set, last day of filming and we both have a week off. We’re driving to the hotel our parents rented when we begged for a mini vacation. She rolls the window down and I forget to watch the road momentarily as her brown, straightened hair is flowing in the window. I shake my head and return my gaze to the road.
“I can turn the air on, you know.” I yell over the wind and the passing cars.
“Nah, it’s okay. I like the fresh air. I think I can understand why dogs like it so much.” I laugh. And in that moment, something clicked, slapped and my heart was racing. I looked at her staring out the window, elbow on the door, chin in the palm of her hand.
I always knew she was special. But right there, right here, I changed my mind. I thought I loved somebody else. But just looking at her is making the hands on my steering wheel shake.
Would you look at her?
She looks at me.
She’s got me thinking about her constantly.
But she doesn’t know how I feel.
She carries on without a doubt,
I wonder if she’s figured out I’m crazy for this girl.
I carried her bag in and she sits crossed leg our bed. I turn around and my eyes connect with hers. She’s making me nervous and it’s all of a sudden, just these past couple of weeks. I was able to hide it so easily; so far because, well, we’re on different sets, living different lives. She does, she really does have my heart. Her care free manner, just look at how brave she was when she cut her hair off. Those big brown eyes, the ones I’m staring into right now. I turn around and run a hand through my hair, taking a deep steadying breath. I turn back around and jump on the bed next to her, she squeals and lifts her hands up in surprise. She makes me feel so much. She has to know. I wonder if she knows.
She was the one to hold me,
The night the sky fell down,
And what was I thinking,
When the world didn’t end?
Why didn’t I know what I know?
I wonder if she’ll figure out I’m crazy for this girl.
I think back to the night when the tattooed jerk broke my heart. I thought he was everything; he was charming, cute and funny. But then he broke up with me for no reason. And I ran to her. She stopped everything she was doing just to hold me, wrap her arms around me and whisper in my ear how much of a jerk he is.
Why didn’t I love her then? I just want to know if she feels the same way. The way we stare into each other’s eyes. Why didn’t her touch send shivers up my spine, then? It would’ve saved me so much heartbreak, the way he’s sensitive and funny one minute and a drunk jerk the next.
I’m sitting on the edge of our bed, 2 days left here, in our own little solace. I cross my legs and stare at the bathroom door, where she’s standing behind it, blow drying her hair. I wish she left the door open, but she was just being courteous to me, I did have the TV on a minute ago. Now I’m just staring at the door, waiting for it to open.
Right now.
Face to face.
All my fears, pushed aside.
Right now.
I’m ready to spend the rest of my life,
With you.
She finally walks out and smiles at me. But her smile drops when she notices me sitting there, stone faced, just staring at her. I move aside on the bed, then pat it and she sits down next to me.
“Selena…” I trail off; turning on the bed to face her, then just stare at the thumbs I’m twiddling in my lap. “I’m sorry.” I chicken out again. In the corner of my eye, I see her turn around on the bed, crossing her own legs in front of me.
“For what, Demi?” She asked softly.
“For not realizing…” I looked up and straight into her eyes. “How much you really mean to me. Sel, you make my heart jump with a single touch, you - your just so amazing.” Her eyes widened and I quickly averted my gaze, twiddling my thumbs faster then ever.
“What about Trace? The guy you keep running back to, huh?” It was spoken softly, like a reassurance. I think she was trying to be mean, but she was just soft and fragile.
“I think I was looking too hard, when what I always wanted was right in front of me.” I whispered to my hands. She lifted my chin up and I was staring into her gorgeous eyes again.
“I always said you could be slow sometimes.” I tilted my head and cocked and eyebrow. “You didn’t notice even an ounce of jealousy? I wanted to mean as much to you as he used to, Demi.”
Then her lips were on mine.