ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

Crazy For That Girl

by Nyxie

Disclaimers: I own Neal and Stevie. Yup so they look like the girls from Xena: Warrior Princess, and I don’t own them. The boys at Ren Pics do. I’m not making a profit off of them and I don’t plan on it. Hey one more thing. The song "Crazy For You" is Madonna’s. Not mine. I don’t have permission to use it; but I used it anyway. No harm intended.

Sex/Violence: Now I have been accused of writing porno, but this isn’t! There is no sex other than a few kisses. However these are two women kissing so if it bothers you don’t read it. I’d also like to know how you found this. If you are under 17 then shoo! It’s just like an R-rated movie! Noper no violence.

Language/Drugs: Hey I made it through a story with out dropping the f-bomb! No bad words. No drugs either...another first for me!

Thanks: I want to thank my little friend Mandy for the encouragement. My beta readers Beck and Lisa. Sorry about the last few...they have been a tad raunchy. I am still sticking to my guns, it’s not porn! Thank you Cindy for letting me know that my computer trashed the first copy of this. I fixed that problem...better disk!

"--Neal

I’m sorry, but this is just something I have to do. You wouldn’t understand: there’s just no way you could. I don’t know when or if I will be back. I don’t know if I can or should come back. Best of everything to you.

Love you always,

-S"

I met Stevie Ridgemont on my first day of seventh grade. I was the new girl and our teacher assigned me the seat next to her in class. Halfway through math class I noticed her sleeping. I figured it couldn’t hurt for her to learn. This was school after all. So, I nudged her awake; she wasn’t at all happy. She asked me what I wanted and I was speechless. She laughed at me and told me she liked me. On top of that she called me kid, and compared to her I was. I was twelve, same as most of the kids in our grade; she was fifteen. Stevie had failed sixth grade and this was her second year in seventh grade. It wasn’t that she wasn’t bright, because she was. She just didn’t want to learn. Through that year I presented challenges to her, I kind of made her study. At first she resented me for it, but she passed seventh grade. The year after she passed eighth grade in one year, and ninth, tenth, and eleventh.    

Our senior year, things were going wonderfully. Stevie had turned twenty in October and got her own apartment. I would be eighteen in a few weeks and I was planning on moving in with her. Stevie and I were best friends; we talked about everything. Yeah, she was very hard to get along with, but I had always managed. She also had a bit of a temper. I remember I had a boyfriend at the apartment. We were one the couch when Stevie came home, and she was less than happy. She beat the hell out of him. I asked her why and all she could say was, "He doesn’t deserve to touch you like that..." She then blushed and looked away from me. All I wanted to say at that moment was, "No, but you do." We didn’t talk for about a week after that; she did apologize for her actions. I guess in a way I was glad she came in when she did, because I didn’t really enjoy anything he was doing: he wasn’t Stevie.   

Stevie had always tried to protect me from everything, including herself. When life got to tough she put distance between us. I remember our Prom. She and I didn’t have dates, but I still wanted to go. What was I supposed to do? I made her go with me. She bitched and griped and moaned, but in the end I won out. She went with me, only because I agreed to let her wear a tuxedo. Of course everyone had something to say about that. The fact that what they were saying wasn’t true really seemed to bother Stevie. Stevie defended me that night. So many times she yelled at people, "Just ‘cos I am, doesn’t mean she is!" I kept my mouth shut; Stevie obviously didn’t see me that way. The truth is I was in love, with Stevie. I knew it then and I knew it before.    

I asked her once why she never hit on me. She told me that I deserved better than her, and then she told me I was straight. As far as she knew I was. As far as I would acknowledge I was. The years passed us by very quickly. After we graduated I went on to business school and she was already in Bartending School. We were going to open up a business together but she left. Now I own a bar and grill. I’m still living in our apartment, and hoping that today I will finally get a straight answer. 

Neal Lennon was waiting by the gate; Stevie would be coming any second. She had been missing Stevie for almost four years. Even though she was still angry all she wanted to do was see her. Neal caught sight of Stevie’s near six-foot frame as she came out of the terminal. Her dark hair had grown longer and she was tanner. Her eyes: Still the most amazing color of blue. 

Stevie caught sight of Neal. She noticed her hair wasn’t long and strawberry blonde. It was cropped short and bleached blonde; Stevie had always loved Neal’s hair. Stevie thought, "

This was a mistake, I can’t do this..." Neal spotted her and ran into her arms, placing a small kiss on Stevie’s lips. Stevie wrapped her arms around her friend thinking, "Steve... that was innocent! Not back a minute and she’s turning you on!" Stevie held her close, "Gods Neal, I missed you so much!"  

Neal’s body began to tremble as she tightened her grip on Stevie’s neck, "You left me, Stevie!" She sobbed into her friend's chest. "Why did you go?" she asked. 

Stevie rubbed the back of Neal’s head, "I’m sorry, Neal. It was just something I had to do." She gently kissed Neal’s forehead, "Don’t cry, I’m here now." 

Neal pulled back, "You’re staying?" It was more of a statement than a question. 

Stevie smiled, "Wouldn’t be anywhere else." She knew Neal was angry; she’d be angry too if Neal had walked out of her life. She also knew Neal and the way to Neal’s heart was ice cream. "Neal, I want ice cream. Can we go to Red’s?"  

"You’re buying, Steve." She sniffled. 

"Alright, Len." She said. Neal started to walk away, but Stevie pulled her back and spun her around. She ran her fingers through Neal’s hair, "I liked it better longer." 

Neal brushed Stevie’s hair out of her eyes, "I liked yours shorter." She stood on her toes and placed a kiss on Stevie’s lips. 

Stevie wasn’t content with just a small kiss; she pulled Neal closer and deepened the kiss. She thought, "Oh my gods what am I doing?" 

Neal was surprised, yet still angry with Stevie. She had, however, waited four years for this to happen and wasn’t about to let it end so soon. She slid her tongue into Stevie’s mouth; she heard Stevie moan. She thought, "What in the name of Ares am I doing!?" 

"Get a room!" Some punk kid yelled.  

Stevie lifted on of her arms and flipped the kid off, as she nipped at Neal’s lower lip. She thought again, "She’s not stopping me...but I need to stop me!" She pulled away and looked anywhere but at Neal. "How bout that ice cream?" 

Neal thought, "How bout you?" She replied, "Yah." They decided on the ice cream; they’d chat later.   

 -In My Heart-

Neal looked across the table at Stevie, "Where have you been?" she asked. 

"In a suburb in California. I’ve been bartending at a tiki bar. It’s not that great." Stevie told her friend. She thought a moment, "How bout you, Neal?" 

Neal took a bit of her ice cream and began to speak, "I opened up a bar and grill called ‘Stevie’s’. Everything would have been better if you did it with me." She said with a hint of bitterness in her voice. 

Stevie played with her spoon and asked, "Are you with anyone? I’d love to beat down another of your boyfriends." She had to know; it was driving her crazy not to. She also was thinking about the kiss. "Was is just a kiss, or did it mean as much to her as it did it me?" 

"No. I broke up with my last girlfriend a month ago." Neal stated flatly.  

Stevie’s eyes grew wide as she stammered, "Girlfriend? You’re straight!" 

Neal shook her head as she leaned across the table. She kissed Stevie softly at first, and then deepened it. "Would a straight woman do that?" She asked as she pulled away. 

Stevie shook her head in the negative. She stammered, "Awww fuck." She screwed up by leaving. She knew that as soon as she left. As this day progressed it was becoming more and more apparent.  

"Stevie? Why did you leave?" Neal asked her. 

"Because I... because you...because we..." Stevie couldn’t get the words out. She could tell by the look on Neal’s face she understood. 

"Because you loved me, and you thought I liked men? You also thought there could never be an us?" Neal asked. She knew, she knew what Stevie was feeling. She trusted Stevie, she missed her, she loved her, and she wanted to be with her. Neal was also angry with her, and hurt by her. Above all, Neal forgave her. 

"Yes..." Stevie whispered as she dropped some money on the table. She needed to get out of there. "Can we go home and talk?" she pleaded. 

Neal got up and grabbed Stevie’s hand, "Yes."   

                                                            -Crazy for You-

It was quiet in the apartment when they got home. Stevie was withdrawn; she couldn’t belive that Neal was interested in her. She felt stupid for leaving and not telling her how she felt. She came to a decision: She’d tell Neal how she felt. The problem with that was she didn’t have a way with words. Neal left the room for something and Stevie saw this as her chance. She slipped a CD into the player and set it to track number five.

Neal wandered back into the room and sat down next to Stevie. She decided that she needed to tell Stevie that she was in love with her. She wanted to tell her she was forgiven and that she wasn’t letting her go again. She would and now. "Stevie?"

"Yes?" She said as she hung her head.

"I want to tell you something. Can I?" Neal asked.

"Yes." Stevie replied.

"I forgive you, Stevie. I forgive you and I love you and I don’t want to be with anyone else. Just you. I have always loved you, Steve and nothing will change that." Neal said. She felt like she had a thousand pound boulder lifted from her shoulders.

Stevie smiled and pushed the play button. She let the music speak for her at first.  
 

Swaying room as the music starts  
                Strangers making the most of the dark
                Two by two their bodies become one

I see you through the smokey air
Can't you feel the weight of my stare
You're so close but still a world away
What I'm dying to say, is that

I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you

"I love you too, Neal. More than anyone or anything in the world." Stevie couldn’t say anything else, and she didn’t have to. Neal understood what she was saying. Stevie pulled Neal into her arms and gently kissed her lips. It simply meant that there would be more coming. "I love you." She whispered as the lips met.

"I love you." Neal whispered back, "I love you." Neither of them made the move to deepen the kiss, they just kept kissing each other softly.

Trying hard to control my heart
I walk over to where you are
Eye to eye we need no words at all

Slowly now we begin to move
Every breath I'm deeper into you
Soon we two are standing still in time
If you read my mind, you'll see

I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you

It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you
And you know it's true
I'm crazy, crazy for you

         -Epilogue-

One day I just left. I picked up my things and left. Neal came home to an empty apartment that night because I took everything I owned. We hadn’t spoken in four years, although I still sent money for my half of the rent. I left a note. I know I hurt her. I hurt her because I loved her. I love her. I also know that Neal forgave me because she loved me. A year later our life is complete. I don’t want to think of the four years without her: they were too painful. However, I do love thinking about the years we had together, the ones we have together and the ones we will have together. I love Neal Lennon with all my heart. I can honestly say I’m crazy for that girl.

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