"Crazy For This Girl" is by Evan and Jaron and is only being borrowed for this slightly twisted Mamoru fic. This fic just popped into my head while driving to pick up my husband. It's quite interesting when fics just decide they *must* be written! All comments are welcome, email me at orchyd_constyne@fanfictioncentral.net -- but please, keep the complaints to a minimum. This is my fic and I have worked hard on it. I like it, you don't have to. But, why tell me, in detail, how much you hate it? All it will garner is a nasty response. So, *think* before you email me! ^_^ Sailor Moon is *not* mine -- although I can wish ^_^* Crazy For This Girl by: Orchyd Constyne *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 Wow. That's all I can say as I glance over at her. Since the day she and I spoke, deep thoughts, intellectual equals, I haven't been able to get her out of my mind. Her musical voice, her pale skin... she is wonderful. I never thought I could fall for someone like her. So quiet and yet strong, brave with some humility. I am sure no one else sees her quite the way I do -- hell, *I* didn't even see her the way I do until we got to know each other better. Before, well, I just kind brushed her off... just kinda a bother. But now... now... I see her in such a new light. And when she asked if I would mind driving her home tonight... I almost jumped for joy. The chance to be alone with her, just to drive and talk. Her smile. Oops. Keep your eyes on the road, Mamoru. What good would it do to get into a wreck and kill her, that would really be showing her. I can feel my face turn red as she giggles slightly and asks if I am ok. Ok? I'm better than ok. To see her eyes light up, hear her laugh, see her slightly flushed... oh... I must be crazy for this girl. *And I look at her and she looks at me *She's got me thinking about her constantly *But she don't know how I feel *And she carries on with out a doubt *I wonder if she's figured out that I'm crazy for this girl *Yeah, I'm crazy for this girl I wonder if she knows. If she does things could get sticky. I mean, how do we deal with that? No. I hope she never knows how I feel for her. God, then I'd be eating a lot of my words, huh? She asks me why I just laughed. Would it really be so bad to pull this car over, turn to her and look in those big, beautiful blue eyes and tell her how I feel? I grip the steering wheel. Yes, it *would* be bad... very bad. She is so young, honestly. Still in high school. Although... it isn't as if she is a child, I am sure she has fantasies, dreams... I have seen how she looks at men, I saw how she looked at Haruka! I am sure she has... I am sure she... An image suddenly pops into my head. Her, lying on her bed, nude and gently sighing as she strokes herself thinking of her dream lover. The gentle sweat on her body, the flush creeping up her breasts, neck, face... Oops, almost went off the road *again*! I really must stop that! I hope I don't need to walk her to her door! That would be embarrassing! *She was the one to hold me *The night the sky fell down *And what was I thinking when the world didn't end *Well I know, I know now So much had happened. A flood of memories, betrayal, coming to terms with who I was, who she was, who we all were. Overwhelming is an understatement. I went into a downward spiral. I was touchy and almost bitter to everyone. And then, one day, we met up in the park. We talked. And talked. The sun set and we kept talking. I confided in her all my fears, I even cried a bit on her shoulder. She listened with an open heart. She is the only one I can talk with, the only who seems to understand. No judgements, not laughter or scoffing at my weakness. Just forgiveness and openness. I also learned everything I could about her. Her favorite color, stuffed animal, food, her fondest childhood memory, her deepest pain... I felt close to someone for the first time in *months* that night. I felt at home, at peace, and I fell for her. I know that now. And I wouldn't change it for the world. *I look at her and she looks at me *She's got me thinking about her constantly *But she don't know how I feel *And she carries on with out a doubt *I wonder if she'll figured out that I'm crazy for this girl *Yeah, I'm crazy for this girl Does she write in her journal about me? About our long phone conversations, late night meetings at the Crown? About the missions, the yomas? About the Senshi, about life? Our plans, dreams, ambitions. I mean, we both know the future is set, but you can always dream. Dreams are what the future is built on. She asks why I got so quiet. I smile. Just daydreaming, I say. She smiles. I am the only one she smiles that smile for. I've been watching her. That smile, so soft, so slight, she looks so beautiful. The fading sun glinting off her tresses, her trying so hard to keep her hair out of her eyes while to wind blows it all around. She is special. I would protect her until death. But, no one can know. *She* can't know. It's our secret, I whisper to the fading sun. *Right now *(Right now) *Face to face *(Face to face) *All my fears *(All my fears) *Pushed aside *Right now *I'm ready to spend the rest of my life with you Rest of my life. With this beautiful woman. Children and grandchildren. Hot meals and long talks. So appealing. Sometimes I just want to give in. Turn to her, grab her, and kiss her. Long, deep, *hard*. Just letting go and riding the wave of my lust and desire for her. She can be so much. A woman, a child, an innocent or a seductress. I know all that she hides, I know *her*. We are so close, but still an arms reach apart. She is the first thing I think of when I awake in the dawn and the last thought before I succumb to a erotic dream of us. Oh, sweet torment. Dreams, visions... I have sketches of her in my desk at home. Her face, her body, what I imagine to lie beneath her skirt. There I go again. I need to keep focused, we're coming up to her home. I don't want to let her out of the car, so I slow down to the speed limit, stretching out our drive as long as possible. I don't want to watch her walk through that door and out of my sight until tomorrow. Tomorrow is an eternity away! *When you look at her and she looks at me *She's got me thinking about her constantly *But she don't know how I feel *And she carries on with out a doubt *I wonder if she's figured out that I'm crazy for this girl *Yeah, I'm crazy for this girl. I brake out front. She opens the door and begins to slip out. Her skirt hikes up a bit and I notice her panties. Low-riding bikini briefs with small hearts. Like I said, a child and a temptress. A beautiful mix of the forbidden. She leans back in to get her book bag and I catch a glimpse of creamy white cleavage. God! How much more can a man stand?! "Thank you for the ride, Mamoru. I really didn't want to walk. And I enjoyed the time we shared. Will I see you tomorrow?" She looks expectant. Will she see me tomorrow? Yes! "Of course! We have to meet at the Temple. If you want, I can pick you up on the way." "Thanks, but I will walk with the other girls. See you then!" She begins to quickly jog to her door. I want to scream after her, tell her how much I want her. Instead, I just call out, "See you tomorrow, Ami-chan!" and wave. She goes in and closes the door. I wonder if she know how crazy I am for her. **** The End **** http://www.fanfictioncentral.net/smwelcome.html -- my site!