REALLY LOVE THIS SONG! Therefore I wrote my FIRST EVER (YAY!) SONG FIC! Amazing Right? Enjoy!
"CALL ME MAYBE" by Carly Rae Jepsen. Song Fic
"I Threw A Wish In The Well, Don't Ask Me I'll Never Tell".
Venice, Italy. The city of romance, or maybe that was Paris. Either way I could tell love was I the air. It was made out of brick and as I touched it I noticed how icy it truly was. Then he dared me.
"It's just a penny, you won't miss it, I promise".
"I Looked To You As It Fell, And Now I'm On My Way".
So, I listened. Closed my eyes, making sure to sneak at a glance at him, took a deep, full breath and flicked the bronze penny into the hollow well. He thought he'd be slick, ask what my wish was, I opened my mouth to reply and giggled. Lips millimeters from his left ear I whispered, "I'll never tell". Laughing loudly as our tour guide yelled to get back to the group as we ran playfully.
"I Trade My Soul For A Wish, Pennies And Dimes For A Kiss".
Kiss Me. The second before the penny fell I saw a glimmer and a sparkle. My heart gave a little somersault, but I'm not one to complain. As we ran I felt his hands, firm yet gentle, grab me around the waist; within seconds his lips were attached to mine. Sugary and as soft as pillow; wishes do come true.
"I wasn't looking for this, but now you're in my way".
Friends, you couldn't live without them. He was one I couldn't possibly live without. Those years ago I never would have thought I'd be here, with him, falling in love. I am; and I wouldn't change a thing.
"Your stare was holdin' rip jeans , skin was showing"
His brown eyes were glued to mine as he held my hand. I felt warm all over and I knew all was good in the world. Good with me, him. Us. Ripped jeans, and lemonade Could it get any better?
"Hot Night, Wind Was Blowing"
As my hair cascaded behind my back, every so often dancing with the hot summer air, I smiled as he ran his fingers through my hair clearly playing with it.
"I love you, you know that right?"
I gave him a peck on the cheek and replied with a soft yes. I then placed my head on his shoulder and, fingers intertwined, walked with him into the sunset.
"Where you think you going baby?'
I frowned as his right hand departed from my left. Chuckling he said,
"Flowers babe, I'm getting you flowers".
I smiled, blushing because I tended to make a fool of myself in front of him at times. But then again, maybe that's what he loved about me. Whatever he loved about me, was staying the same.
