Disclaimer: I in no way... shape... or form own Daydreamin', only the one little change I did to the song. Everything else… the plot and the characters… um… minus Ariana. I don't own her, but if I did… I- uh... yeah… never mind.
To those of you who have been reading The Complications of Love... I'm so sorry loves, I'm hitting a bit of a rough patch in this story. Just know that I'm still working hard on it just as much as I have worked hard on this new story.
I also want thank waitwhathuh and AYP for the inspiration of this story. You guys are absolutely terrific!
This is the story of how I die… nah, just kidding. If I died then what's the point of this story? I would be dead. Yup, that simple. Honestly, I'm not gonna waste your time just for me to die. That kind of plot just stupid… unless you're watching The Notebook… or Titanic… or A Walk to Remember.
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Um… okay, so maybe that kind of plot is not that stupid. Anyways, the point is I don't die, okay?
Your probably wondering who I am, though. I mean obviously if you're reading this you at least want to know who I am.
My name is Jessica Ramirez and I'm nineteen years old (I'll be twenty in June). If you're wondering what I look like I'm five foot five and I'm about a hundred pounds. I'd like to say I have an hourglass figure, but my curves are kind of… ehem… subtle, if you will (yeah, b-cup sized boobs plus slight ass… definitely subtle). I mean my body's okay, but it's more my face that you're probably curious about. Well… I have wavy jet black hair, icy-blue doe eyes, a light complexion, and to top it off a lone dimple on my right cheek. I currently double majoring in psychology and music at UCLA (strange combination, I know); it's my freshman year of college. My two best friends are Christopher "Fifafur" (when you say it you have to say it really fast. Don't laugh, I couldn't pronounce his name when we little. He also goes by Chris.) Grajeda, we've known each other since we were babies so we have this brother/sister thing going, and Diana "Di" Meade, we became friends in eighth grade (originally she hated my guts due to a little situation during recess back in second grade, but now here we are… the best of friends, sorta). I have four dogs, three Rottweilers (Sammy, Ruby, and Cori) and one terrier (Leo), all of whom would never hurt a fly. I live alone with my dogs in a two story, three bedroom four bathroom house (not including my home office/studio, kitchen, living room, and the parlor) with a swimming pool and Jacuzzi; the house was a gift from my dad for my eighteenth birthday, along with my purple 2013 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 (it has salmony peachy pink flowers designed on both doors). My dad is the main architect of some major construction company, so he's kinda rich... but I'm not really a spoiled daddy's girl; I'm more interested in the smaller things like books, painting supplies (painting's a hobby of mine), and the occasional jewelry here and there. And no, I don't have my own credit card (I don't know, I just don't like credit cards), but I do have a bank account that holds all the money I'm receiving from the paintings I auction off on eBay (apparently I'm good at because a lot of people want my paintings), occasionally I accept requests, but for the most part it's just eBay. Anyways, speaking of art and parents… my mom, she married to some guy that does sculpturing classes for a living, they live Portland, Oregon and own a little shop for their sculpting and painting classes. I got all my artistic abilities from her, while I get all my looks from my dad. But anyways… I'm going to stop rambling on about me and get straight to the 'story'.
March 24, 2014
It's four forty-five on a Monday morning; I'm driving to Starbucks like always… well, sort of like always. I'm up an hour earlier than usual and it's all thanks to my little (okay, maybe not so little…) rascal, Sammy (he's my six year old Rottweiler). This morning, Sammy decided it would be funny to give me an early wakeup call by pulling off my covers and proceeding to drag them out of my room and into the garage. I woke up shivering, now fully awake and because of this I decided to get ready (I decided to wear some black skinny jeans, a purple low-cut v-neck, black five in. heeled ankle boots, a small gold ring with the initials of my best friends and I engraved on the inside, a gold necklace with a cursive J on it, and to top it off a black leather jacket with elbow length sleeves. I also put on some light make-up and curled my thick wavy hair into loose ringlets.) and head to Starbucks to go see my best guy friend, Chris Grajeda. He works there so I get a discount on all my drinks.
This brings us back to the present; I'm five minutes away from the Starbucks now. I'm listening to my playlist that's devoted purely to Ariana Grande, which is called Aridiction. I've had a crush on her since day one of Victorious; don't tell anyone, though. Wait who am I kidding, it's not like people don't already know that I'm gay… well, not gay. I'm more bisexual, really (although I do prefer women over men). Yeah… but anyways, I've had a crush on her since I was fifteen, so basically about four years. All my tweets are basically about her. I practically eat, drink, and breathe Ariana Grande. Yes, I'm that in love with her… or obsessed, take your pick. Okay I'm going to stop ranting because if I don't I'll never stop.
I reach Starbucks, so I park, cut off the engine, unplug my phone from my stereo, and grab my purse, all before getting out of my car and locking it. I'm greeted by the smell of coffee and the jingling of bells attached to the door as I enter. I find Fi- I mean Chris looking at me in confusion and slightly of… dread? That can't be right; I'm probably just imagining it. I shake off the thought as he walks toward me; I greet "What's shakin' bacon?"
He chuckles "Nothin' much." He pauses for a second before continuing cautiously "Not that I don't like seeing your bright and beautiful self earlier than usual, 'cause I do, but… why are you here early?"
My hand shoots up to my chest as I clutch my heart and respond in mock hurt "What? You don't think I would get up earlier just to hang out longer with my bestest best friend?" He quirks an eyebrow, giving me an incredulous look, to which I huff in response "Fine. Sammy gave me an early wakeup call and I couldn't go back to sleep so I decided to surprise you by coming earlier."
He chuckles "Ah, I see. Tell Sammy I said thank you."
I smirk as an idea pops up in my head. I purr "Will do. So… am I going to have to get in line or are you getting my drink for me? I mean I'm still my mind is a little fuzzy with lack of sleep... Please Christopher." I bat my eyelashes and send him a flirtatious smile to which he responds to with a shuddered breathe. I giggle quietly. Okay, just because he's my best friend, does not mean that I don't enjoy taking advantage of his male, sex-crazed hormones for my own dirty deeds. I mean guys are so easy to manipulate, their mind is controlled by their d- Oh. My. God. I did not just think those things. Wow… My mind is really perving today. I'm never like this! Hmm, I wonder why… well, let's just see how today goes with this perverted mind of mine.
He stutters "Um… S-sure Je-Jessie. Grande white… white ch-chocolate mocha f-frap with extra whip and caramel, right?" Oh, wow! This is just too funny. I'm having a hard time keeping a straight face, but I manage (Thank you daddy! I got my poker face from him).
I nod, hand him ten dollars, and twirl a ringlet of hair on my ringed index finger as I husk playfully "Thank you Christopher. Oh… and could you put the change in the tip jar please. "He just gulps, smiling nervously and walks off. I am so mean sometimes, but I love it. It's just so much fun. I should probably apologize to him. Eh… I'll just apologize to him when he comes back with my drink. I sit at one of the tables as I pull out my phone (which by the way is a black iPhone 5s) and my purple earbuds from my purse, and unlock it (Yes, I have to lock it, because someone, ehem... Fifafur, is always snooping through my texts and changing my settings. If you're wondering what the pin is, it's Ariana's birthday… so basically zero-six-two-six). I begin listening to the angelic voice of Ariana Grande. I wonder what it would be like to meet Ari, to talk to her, to hug her, to tou- Okay! I need to stop, before I derail into one of my many Aridicting fantasies… and yes, I say many because there are a lot of them. Oh, look. Daydreamin' is playing… how ironic. And do you want to know what the best part of this is? Of course you do! I'm quietly singing my own jazzy, 50ish rock version of this song and I'm singing it for her. I know. I know. I'm so original. Ugh! Leave me alone. I'll do whatever the hell I want.
You walked in
Caught my attention
I've never seen
A woman with so much dimension
It's the way you walk
The way you talk
The way you make me feel inside
It's in your smile
It's in your eyes
I don't wanna wait for tonight
So I'm daydreamin'
With my chin in the palm of my hands
About you,
You and only you
Got me daydreaming
With my chin in the palm of my hands
About you,
You and only you
For you oh oh oh ohh
For you oh oh oh ohh
For you oh oh oh ohh
For you oh oh ohh
Now I can't wait
To hold you in my arms
I know I was made for you
I'm in love with all of your charm
It's the way you walk
The way you talk
The way you make me feel inside
It's in your smile
It's in your eyes
I don't wanna wait for tonight
So I'm daydreamin'
With my chin in the palm of my hands
About you,
You and only you
Got me daydreaming
With my chin in the palm of my hands
About you,
You and only you
And I want you
Got to have you
And I need you
Like I never have
Loved before
Oh I want you
Oh I need you
Got to have you
Like I never have
Loved before
So I'm daydreamin'
With my chin in the palm of my hands
About you,
You and only you
Got me daydreaming
With my chin in the palm of my hands
About you,
You and only you
For you oh oh oh ohh
For you oh oh oh ohh
Once I finish singing, I see my mocha placed on the table, so I pause my music and take out my earbuds, I let out a breath and begin to apologize "Thank you, Fifafur. Listen, I'm sorry that I was-" this isn't Fifafur… hell, this isn't ever a guy! "Um… you're not Chris. Wow… messing with my sleep schedule apparently affects me a lot… Am I daydreaming? Am I asleep? Are you an angel? Oh my God, Am I dead!?" Oh. My. God. I think my eyes orgasmed.
She smiles down at me and says "Sorry, I just heard you singing and it just so happen that Chris" she points at Fifafur "was bringing you your drink, so I figured… hey, might as well bring it to you instead and meet the owner of that amazing voice." Aww… shucks, now I'm blushing. I'm just going to hide behind my hair until the heat in my cheeks goes away.
Where's my mouth? Where's my mouth!? Oh… there it is, right where I left it, on my face. I clear my throat, trying (and failing) to get rid of my reddened cheeks, to say "Um… I wouldn't say that… but thank you." Yeah… apparently I get really shy when I'm not around my friends. You know what sucks about this, though? Everyone that doesn't know me thinks I'm 'freaky' or something. I'm not! I'm still a virgin! Sure, you saw me flirt with Chris, but that's how I am with him; he's my best friend, my big brother, but that's it. It's not my fault I can get him to obey my every whim like some lost puppy every time I bat my eyes or I whip out a flirtatious smile.
Wow... I'm cruel.
She chuckles lightly "Trust me, your voice is beautiful. So… how are ya?" She tilts her head slightly allowing long, luscious brown locks of hair to tumble down her shoulder. I really wanna run my fingers through her hair… it looks so soft.
I breathe "Um… I'm still trying to get over the initial shock. Don't worry I'll probably be freaking out soon… or faint. Whichever comes first. I think the fainting part will come first, though." I swear… I probably look like an idiot. Since when have I been awkward and… did she just giggle?
There's a glint of amusement in her eyes as she says "Well, while I wait for my drink and for you to freak out, may I join you?"
I answer "Uh… yeah, sure." Pfft, like I would say no to her… I mean she's gorgeous.
Oh, no. The shock is starting to go away. I swear to God, if I make a fool of myself, someone please push me off a cliff (preferably one with sharp, jagged rocks at the bottom).
She smiles as she sits across from me, placing her purse on the chair next to her. Once settled, she says "So… who is the mysterious owner of that amazing voice?"
Oh, great… now I'm blushing like crazy again. I fidget with the ring on my index finger as I say "I'm no one special, just another person who likes singing... and you." Yup… I'm talking to Ariana Grande… and now, I'm hiding in my shell like a turtle. I am such a- Wait! Did I just say what I think I just said? Did I really admit to Ariana Grande, of all people, that I like her? Way to freakin' go Jessie. Now go jump off the balcony of Diana's apartment.
She's smiling… well, that at least eased some of my worry, but I'm still worried. She jokes "I knew there was something familiar about that song. Daydreamin', right?" I nod once, "Hmm… I like how you changed it. It sounds pretty interesting." Stop it heart, stop beating so fast... and loud. You're gonna give it away. Ariana's going to hear you. Be quiet.
I almost rush out "Yeah, I was going for this jazzy, 50s rock kind of thing, something that sounded kinda sad. Not sure if it came out right, but I definitely like the original way more." I add a small smile at the end, not enough to show off my dimple, though. I feel like if I let my dimple show, it's like I'm giving a piece of myself to that person… and only my best friends, my family, and a few other people (that hurt me emotionally, I might add) have seen it. It makes absolutely no sense, but I just can't.
She questions "I like what you did with it, but why would you want it to be sad?" She frowns, looking clearly concerned. Why is she so concerned about me? I'm just one out of the millions of Arianators... Maybe she just cares about all of us a lot.
I sigh, shoulder slumping, "Probably because whenever I sing or hum or even think about your song, I'm always thinking about" you "this person that just… has a hold on my heart and the worst part is" you "they barely know that I exist." Oh, dear lord! My eyes are stinging. I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry, especially in front of her. She can't know how much she affects me.
She pouts as standing up to walk toward me "Aww… Come here." She raps her arms around my neck and now I'm literally enveloped in Ariana Grande.
I'm still sad though… knowing that I can never have her. For the love of… of Ariana Grande! My eyes are stinging more than before. I don't think I can hold in this ache much longer, so I finally just let myself cry. In fact, I'm practically balling right now. I snake my arms around her waist and sob into the crook of her neck. She goes stiff for a second or two, but then shifts one of her hands to the back of my head and starts petting my hair. Oddly enough, I fell so… right in her arms, like I'm supposed to be there. I instantly push that thought aside.
While my sobs slow to hiccups, I subconsciously nuzzle closer into her neck, taking in her sweet scent. What did I just do!?
I'm mentally panic, so pull away from her arms, whipping my eyes as I whimper "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that, I guess I'm just used to being comforted by Chris and my best friend Diana. I've never really broke down in front of anyone but them and my parents. Sorry." Tears start running down my face… again. I'm not gonna stop crying, am I? Okay, I'm just gonna cover my face with my hands… in shame.
"Hey," she coos softly as she grabs on to my wrists, "look at me." And I do because she's Ari, my angel, my goddess, my… everything, and yet she'll always be my nothing because I can never have her. I look directly into her eyes and all I see is comfort and warmth. Wow her hands are really soft. I would know because she's currently holding on to my wrists like I'm the most fragile thing God ever created. It makes me feel special… like I'm really important to her. I guess it's true, I'm one of her Arianators and she definitely loves us, we're one big family… sorta. And if you're wondering… yes, the moment I look into her eyes I clung on to her, crying my eyes out. I've never been so emotional before… I guess that having the real Ari in front of me is extremely overwhelming.
Oh… she was talking? I should really listen. "-an amazing person in general. I'm sure there's a Mr. Right out there for you somewhere. If I were him, I would have asked you out the moment I laid my eyes on you. I would treat you like you were the most important thing in this universe." Wow! Did she just say what think she said? Hmm… maybe, just maybe she might be slightly be attar-What am I thinking? Of course she's not attracted to me!
I swear it was like she was reading my thoughts when she added "Oh… um… metaphorically speaking, I mean." I wish I was looking at her right now. I'm kinda wondering if she's blushing. It would be amazing if I made her blush.
I nuzzle into her neck again… on purpose this time. She's so warm and soft and just so… so perfect. At this point, I've stopped crying and I sigh as I pull away for the comfort of her arms. I crack a weak smile as I say "Sorry about the whole crying thing. I'm not usually this emotional." I dab my eyes with a napkin as I chuckle lightly "Thank God, I'm wearing water-proof mascara. I promise that if we ever meet again I won't start hysterically crying."
She smiles… ah, there it is. Her dimple. I love her dimple. I think that's my favorite thing about her, other than her eyes and sure she has a wonderful (ehem, for lack of better words) ass, but something about her dimple drives me insane. Maybe it's the fact that I also have one just like her… just on the other side of my face, or it's the fact that it pushes her beyond perfection. I don't know, but every single time she flashes that dimple on screen or in photos is just another time that my heart nearly explodes from the full on force of my blood rushing through my veins… okay, so not a pretty picture, but you get the idea. It feels like a jolt of electricity is coursing through my veins… and I savor every second of it. I think this is the best moment of my life, she's smiling at me and I am in the presence of her dimple.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts when she asks "I'm not trying to be rude here, but … Why are you staring at me? It's a little creepy." Damn it. Now she things I'm some psychotic weirdo.
I mumble "Hmm? Oh! Um… no reason." Well… what did you think I would say? I can't just tell her 'Just looking at your dimple because it's basically my favorite thing about you… other than your eyes and your utter perfection.' Yeah… not gonna happen. I would be the world's biggest moron if I did let that slip.
She comments "Thank you for the flattery, but I'm not as perfect as you believe." And the title of the queen of all morons goes to... drum roll… Jessica Ramirez!
I stare at her with a 'deer caught in the headlights' look. I blush wildly as I gasp out "That was supposed to stay in my head." Fuck it! Someone just give me a gun already… hello? Gun me, now please! Fine, guess I won't be committing suicide today. Thanks you guys, you're all sooooo much help.
She giggles "I can see that. You look like a deer caught in the headlights." Oh my God. She just freakin' blew my mind. That was exactly how I felt a few seconds ago.
I must have had a look that screamed 'please just kill me already' because she says "It's not that bad. I think what you said was really sweet… and cute. Hey… how come my dimple is your favorite thing about me?" I hate that I love you. How come you had to ask that, Ari? Why must you pry this any further?
I blush, shrugging as I say "I don't know… maybe it's because I always had a thing for dimples ever since I was a little girl. I think even as a baby I had a thing for dimples because there's this video of my mom holding me and she would smile showing off her dimples causing me to reach out for them and laugh or coo. I guess I've always been one for dimples, can't really help it." I shrug again, smiling as I swim through old memories.
She pulls my back to surface when she says "I see what you mean. You have a nice dimple yourself." She smirks and my smile drops. I just showed her my dimple… I-I just gave myself to her. What have I done? I… I can't take it back; it's too late. I'm torn now and she sees it "What's wrong? What happened?"
I whimper "I let you see my dimple… I gave you a piece of me. I rarely let anyone see my dimple, I slipped up and now you've seen it. I gave away something to you that I almost never give to anyone. It's gone. A piece of me is gone and I'm never going to get it back." I hug myself and rock a little. Worry creases her forehead as she looks at my quizzically, seeming to contemplate what to do. I bet she's gonna leave… they all do, everyone that's seen it and hurt me. I shut my eyes as I try to control myself, this has quite a few times and each time Fifafur was the only one there who was able help me.
A minute later I feel two strong, muscular arms rap around my waist and I bury my face into his chest he asks me "What happened, Jes?"
I'm mute I can't say anything; the only things coming out of my mouth are small sobs and whimpers. Ariana probably left already, just like everyone else. She probably thinks I'm crazy or something. I ruined everything.
He asks again "What happened?" I shudder and cry into his chest more heavily.
A minute later I hear "I'm not sure she's was talking about how she's always had a thing for dimples since she was little and she was smiling, then it became weird she was freaking out about how she doesn't let anyone see her dimple and now this." Is that… Ariana? She's still here? I can hear the worry in her voice… I'm sorry Ariana. Please don't worry about me. I'll be fine, Chris knows what to do. He always knows what to do. He'll fix this and then I'll be back to normal because… you didn't leave. You're not like everyone else… Oh my God! You stayed! You're not like everyone else… You care! I wish I could tell you how much I love you, but I can't because then I'll really mess things up.
My hysterical crying slowed down to sobs Fifafur places me on his lap, cradling me in his arm as he rocks back and forth. He says soothing me "It's okay. Jessie. You're gonna be fine. You know Ariana isn't going to take anything away from you. She's Ariana Grande; she's the girl you talk constantly about, the girl you say is the sweetest thing in the world, the girl you practically worship." Oh, come on! You're saying all this in front of Ariana. I am so gonna kill you when I'm over this. He whispers in my ear "And the girl you have the biggest crush on…" At least he kept that one between us. He continues "Also, I think I've talked to Ariana enough every day to know that she cares about everyone. She would never leave you hurting like the others had." I've stopped crying and am now glancing up at him curiously. He said 'everyday', does that mean that this wasn't by chance… or it was, but not as by chance as say… seeing her at Disneyland. I take a chance and look back at Ariana. She looks relieved, but is it because she was worried about me or was it because she doesn't have to deal with my freak out any longer?
She asks "Are you okay?" I nod and get off Chris's lap. Fixing myself up once again. She grabs my hand and rubs circles with her thumb on the back of my hand. "Don't worry, I'm right here. I care. I'm not like other celebrities that don't care about my fans. I care about all you guys. You're all part of my family."
I ramble "Well… I didn't know for sure if it was really true. I've had a lot of bad experiences with people and I trust very few. I have… problems. Ones I can't handle without Chris." I face him. "He's the only one that's always been able to stop my mental breakdowns. Not even my parents or my best friend Diana can do that." I turn my attention back to Ariana. "Do you really want to be around someone like me?" I'm hoping that she'll say yes, it would really hurt if she said no. She was about to answer when I hear Chris shift in his seat, so I turn to see him leaving, I let go of her hand in the process. I ask "Where're you going?"
He answers "I have to work, remember?" I nod and respond with an 'okay' as he leaves.
I turn back to Ariana "So what were you going to say?"
She smiles at me reassuringly "Um... I would never want to let you feel unloved. I care about all my fans; I'll just have to take it one fan at a time to prove it. If I have to stay with you, then I'll do it."
I roll my eyes and chuckle "Gezz, I'm not that bad! I don't need you to be plastered to my side." I roll my eyes jokingly.
She pouts "Aww… but what if I want to?" She smirks and winks. Is she flirting with me? No she wouldn't... but if she was, then this would be the best day of my life.
I give her my signature crooked smile, showing off my dimple (Hey! She's already seen it and she's still here, so why hide it?), as I say "Well… What happens if the pap sees us together constantly and start spreading rumors about you and me being…" I look around; acting like this is one huge secret. I lean closer to her so that there's just a few inches between us, then whisper into her ear "secret lovers?" I pull away, quirking an eyebrow challengingly as I smirk. I hope I'm not pushing it, with this.
She looks shocked for a moment, but then she grins at me deviously "Well… Maybe I'll give them what they want and kiss you right then and there for the whole world to see." My smirk drops and Aridicted me is having extremely unclean thoughts right now. I manage to tame them… just barely. "Or I'll just pretend you're my long lost sister." Ugh! She's such a tease.
I compose myself and put on my best poker face as I tease back "Aww… Come on, you know that would blow up in your face. You would not be able to keep your hands off me. I mean… I look at me, I irresistible." I wink. I am pushing it way too far, but I can't help myself. This is so much fun. Okay, so remember when I said that it was fun to mess with Chris… well, this is a thousand times more fun than that.
She laughs "Oh, please. You have nothing on me. Every guy wants to date me and all the girls want to be me."
I quirk my lips to the side as if thinking for a moment, then say "That is so not true. I don't want to be you."
She questions curiously "No? Why's that?"
I answer "I don't because then there would be two 'Ariana's, then there would be nothing special about you. That's what I like most about you, that you're different. There is absolutely no one like you; you're the one and only Ari and I wouldn't have it any other way."
She blushes "Um… thank you. Wow… That's really sweet. And just so you know, I like there's only one you."
I joke "Why because then there's only one of me freaking out about showing off their dimple?"
She looks at me seriously "No, because there's something different about you from all my other fans. They always want to hang out with me and you… well you tried to push me away just a moment. I know now you're joking, but earlier it was like you didn't want to scare me off. It makes me want to… pull you closer. Ya know?"
I nod absentmindedly as I smile, remembering how I forced my way into becoming Di's friend. She absolutely hated me through most of elementary and middle school. The only reason she hated me was because I beat her in tetherball. It wasn't my fault that I could play better than her, she just couldn't handle that someone was better than her at something… um, I'm not self-absorbed, I swear, it was just worded it in a way that makes it seem like it. Well, anyways around the middle of eighth grade I was just so sick and tired of her loathing me so much that I forcefully hung out with her (and yes, I did kind of a crush on her at the time... I didn't know it yet). I went as far as making the teachers (the ones that we both had classes together in) pair us up for major projects where we have to actually interact with each other. We may have fought (verbally, not physically) a lot, but in the end we were able to settle our differences and we started actually getting closer… she even went to my house a few times by the end of eighth grade. Yup, now we're best friends and practically live in each other's houses (or now apartment in Di's case, it's really nice though, it's right across the street from the beach so it has a really nice view).
I'm brought out of my memories by a very concerned looking celebrity "You okay? You kind of just drifted off there."
I blink a few times before responding "Oh! Um… yeah, just what you were saying kind of reminded me of how Diana and I became friends. She used to hate me, but now it's like we've been friends since forever." Aaaannd… the dimple is back. God, I love her dimple.
She smirks "You're staring at my dimple again. So you really are that into dimples?"
I look down blush and mumble "Yeah… But in my defense, you have an amazing dimple… and smile."
Aww… now she's blushing. I made her blush again... that's cute. "Thanks. I could say that same about you." Annnnd now I'm blushing.
Fifafur walks up to us with a drink in hand and places it in front of Ari. "Here's your drink, Ariana."
She smiles at him and says "Thanks Chris." I mentally death glare him for interrupting us.
He simply nods and says "No problem" before walking off. I continue to watch him walk off.
I hear Ari clear her throat awkwardly, so I turn to look at her curiously. She gives me this weird look before saying "So… what's going on between you two? Are you guys together?"
I choke on my drink (Wait… I don't remember drinking from it). Where did she get that idea from? And so suddenly, too. Is she trying to kill me?
After clearing my air way, I breathe "Where'd you get that idea from?"
She blushes "Um… I just kind of thought because he came to your rescue when you had that panic attack, then you freaking out when he was going to leave after you calmed down, and now you were kind of just staring after him... longingly, I guess."
I chuckle lightly "Funny. I never thought that me imagining him tripping and falling flat on his face would be characterized as staring after him longingly." I pause for a moment, realizing that I seemed kind of harsh. "I mean… it's just that he's like my big brother and although he's an amazing best friend, he forgets that some secrets are supposed to be kept secret."
I could barely hear the breath of relief she lets out before asking cautiously "So you're not together?"
I blush "No… I mean yeah, he's hot. I mean Ryan Gosling meets Leonardo DiCaprio plus five o-clock shadow." (A/N got this from a very special writer here on FF that goes by the name of waitwhathuh. You should check her out she's amazing. And to waitwhathuh... I love you!) "And sure I've flirted with him to get him to do what I want, but we could never be more than friends." But I want to be more than friends with you… definitely more than friends would be terrific, but… I'll take what I can get. Damn… this is a whole new low for me.
Why is she giving me that weird look!? "You seem really upset that you can't be together. You must really like him to looks so torn." Wait… what? I'm not torn over- Oh… If she would have read my mind, then she would have known that I wasn't torn over Fifafur, but over her. That makes sense…
My eyes widen as I say "What? I'm not torn over Fifafur. Okay… remember how I said that whenever I thought about your song, it reminded me of my crush? Well... Chris isn't my crush. I serious... He's like my big brother. He's been my best friend ever since we were little." I run my fingers through my hair shakily, hoping that my next confession won't reveal too much. "My crush is someone that I think about… constantly. I think about them" you "every second of every hour of everyday. Actually, I having never been able to talk to them" you "until recently and all I want to do if give them" you "all my love and affection, and all my attention." I hope she doesn't realize I'm using lyrics from a couple of her songs.
She breathes "Wow… you must really like this person to think that way… And I'm sorry but this guy is stupid if he hasn't noticed you." Hah! 'He'! That's funny! You're not a guy Ari… I like you waaaaay better as a girl.
I blush "Thanks, but I don't mind… I've never been one to choose the right person." You're way out of my league. "I always end up getting hurt… and that's where my panic attacks come in." Yeah… that's what started all this… weirdness I have.
Her eyebrows furrow "So… you have panic attacks when someone you like sees your dimple? But wouldn't that mean…"
I sigh "Yeah… Wait! What? No… Um... that's not what I meant… I meant like every time someone hurt me, whether they're a friend or someone I like, I end up having a panic attack and when I was little, my brain automatically pegged it as my dimple being the problem." Wow… I hope all the backpedaling I did didn't make my crush more obvious than it has to be… and if it did, then… just kill me already.
"Oh… okay. That makes sense… sort of." She seems okay with my answer. I can't help but imagine the small hint disappoint in her voice… yeah, it's all in my imagination. She's clearly only into guys… what with her having dated Nathan Sykes, Graham Phillips, Jai Brooks, and God knows who else… and then her songs they clearly state that they're boys, not once has she said 'girl' in a single song or at least not have 'boy', 'man', or anything involving the male population in it so that is not pure heterosexual.
Hmm… I wonder what Sammy's up to. Probably destroying his bed again.
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I should go check up on him before Rachel comes to dog-sit. I don't want to get home later today, only to discover my house is destroyed.
I grab my phone and press the power button so the screen turns on. Its five fifty-two and I have a message. I unlock my phone to check. It's a text from Rachel.
Hey there Jessie! Um… sorry to have to bother you, but I think I forgot your key at home. :( Could you please come and open the door for me?
I sigh and look up to find Ari staring at me rather intensely. I grumble "Damn it… Umm… I have to go; Rachel forgot her key to the house, so I have to open the door for her. I can't have Sammy destroying my house again."
She looks at me incredulously "Sammy? Please tell me that it's a pet and not someone you know because if it was then that would be creepy."
I chuckle "Don't worry, he's my pet Rottweiler. I've had Sammy for about six years so I did not name him after Sam Puckell-I mean Puckett! Man, I think Cat Valentine's rubbing off on me. I might need to lay off the Sam & Cat a bit." She giggles as I shake my head, trying to clear it. I'm getting off topic. "But anyways, I think out of all four of my dogs, he's the most destructive, but he's harmless… he wouldn't even hurt a fly."
She asks "You have four dogs? Are they all yours or is one of them this 'Rachel' you're talking about?" I don't think Ariana likes the name Rachel, I mean the way Ari said her name... it was like it left a bitter taste in her mouth.
I answer "No… Rachel's just my dog-sitter. She takes care of them while I'm in my classes."
She arches an eyebrow "Classes? How old are you?"
I laugh "Yeah… I go to UCLA and I'm nineteen, but I'll be twenty in a little over two months."
She smiles "June, huh? Don't tell me our birthdays are on the same day…"
I giggle "No… mine's before your birthday. I was born on the fifteenth so this year my birthday will land on Father's Day, which kind of sucks because my birthday is being overshadowed by a holiday that features one of my parents." I sigh "I can't complain, though… after all, my dad was the one who gave me my looks… minus the dimple, of course."
I thought I heard her whisper to herself "I'm definitely not complaining."
I let out a confused "What?" I mean obviously I'm just imagined her say that, right? I'm just making sure she didn't say something entirely different.
She looks at me surprised then says "Huh? Oh! Umm… nothing. So don't you have to go open your door for your dog-sitter or something?"
I gasp "Oh! Yeah… I should probably go do that. Okay… well bye, see you- Wait, when will I see you again... because the last time I checked, we're not exactly best friends who talk to each other constantly?"
She answers "Oh… here let me give you my number." She reaches out so that I can pass her my phone. I unlock it and hand it to her. "Am I seriously your background?" Huh? Oh, crap! I forgot… my background is of one of the photos from her shot for complex magazine.
I laugh nervously and shrug "What can I say? I'm a huge Arianator." Who just so happens to have a huge crush on you.
She laughs "Okay… well here you go. Just text me later so that I can save your number, okay?" She hands me my phone back.
I nod "Okay. I'll text you later so that you can save my number." I grab my stuff, including the drink that I barely touched, and get up from my seat.
She smiles "'Kay. See 'ya. Oh… and tell your dog-sitter to not forget her keys the next line we meet."
I chuckle "Will do." I walk out and head to my car. When I reach it, I risk a glance and find Ari watching me… Hmm… maybe there is a chance for me. Maybe, just maybe.
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But probably not.
Hey everyone! So... What do you think? Did I do okay or should I just burn this and act as if this story never existed? Any thoughts, concerns, wish for this story. Talk to me. I want to know if I did okay or if this thing needs improvement.
Anyways, I was actually surprised with how this turned out. I think I did pretty good. I guess waitwhathuh and AYP are rubbing off on me.
Speaking of AYP... I'm just going to quote her to end this A/N. "Reviews=Love, so spread it around. Thick."-AYP ;)
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Bryzenia97
