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I Want Crazy (A Hunter Hayes Fanfic)- Chapter 3- Meeting

"Sav" Amelia called from downstairs jolting her awake. Savannah didn't realize that she fell asleep. 2 hours had already passed. "The truck should be here in about 20 minutes!" Savannah sighed. She thought about checking out the rest of the house to pass the time. She walked down the hall into her mother's room. It was empty except for the basic furniture in place. Attached to her master suite was her own private bathroom. The other three rooms on the floor shared the second bathroom on the upper level, but luckily for Savannah, she wasn't going to have to share it. She continued her own personal tour by making her descent down the stairs. She breezed past the foyer and headed into the living room. It was a pleasant size, not as big as back home, nevertheless, it would do. Next the kitchen. Savannah was actually very fond of the kitchen. As opposed to many New Yorker's, Savannah and her mom actually loved to cook dinners. They didn't need to hire their own personal chef for that. The kitchen was grand. She now realized why her mom had decided on this place. She knew that this would be the place they both spent the most time in. Back home, no matter what was going on with school or her friends, Savannah could always count on cooking dinner with her mom almost every weeknight. They both also loved to bake.

The other place Savannah would be nightly was her balcony, so she was glad that there was at least a wrap around porch. It wouldn't give her the same view as being up higher on the second story looking out onto the city, but the view here was endless nature that could be seen all around. She could picture watching the summer sunsets. The outside of the house still wasn't as pleasant as she would have liked but Savannah was already opening her heart to a new home. The dining room seemed unimportant as did the rest of the house, after she saw the magnificent kitchen. After all, she did have all year to explore the depths of this house. "Mom, can you run- Holy shit, what the heck are you wearing!" Savannah screamed at the sight of her mom in jean shorts and a button up short sleeve red shirt.

"Calm down Savannah. I told you things were going to be different. You should have taken up my offer to buy suitable clothes before we left" Amelia said looking at herself in the mirror approvingly. "Yeah right mom, I wouldn't be caught dead shopping at a store wherever you get those," she pointed out. "We'll these are my working clothes. So if you're happy ruining your designer clothes I bought you, then so be it. But I am also not buying you any new clothes to replace the ruined ones. Now what were you going to ask?" Amelia questioned. "Ughh" Savannah paused trying to regain her thoughts from before she was distracted with her mom's fashion disaster. "Oh yeah, can you go to the store real quick and pick up some food?" "Colton is on his way. But, don't get too used to him being around. He's going to leave and head back to Manhattan for the rest of the year."

"Umm excuse me mom?!?" Savannah screamed. "We're going to die! Die I tell you. First the clothes and now Colton. How are we going to get around?" Savannah questioned, actually stunned. "We're going to be just fine sweetie. Now the truck is here. So come help me unload it." Savannah walked back outside to the musty smell of the countryside. "Why can't the truck people do it? That's what they're here for. You seriously expect me to pick up those boxes. As if. I don't want to break a nail." "Savannah Grace Belmont you better get-" "Your butt out here and help unload these boxes," Savannah mimicked her mom's voice. "I was just kidding. Calm down." "Sorry, it's just, I want everything to be perfect." "For what?" Savannah asked.

"I don't know. I just... I don't know when I'll run into your dad and I don't want to be stressed out about the house. I just want to be able to be relaxed and be able to bring him over if the opportunity presents itself" Amelia said. "Oh I see," Savannah snickered knowing what her mom really meant. Savannah climbed in the back of the truck and started pulling out boxes she could lift. Of course the truck driver helped with the really heavy boxes. And they didn't pack any furniture, so at least that would help reduce the workload. She located the ones with her name on it and put them aside. They finally unloaded the last of the boxes from the truck, but the work was just beginning. The heavy boxes found themselves stacked in the foyer and the rest were just sitting in the driveway. Now they had to actually take them inside. That was where the truck driver's services ended. He hopped in his truck and pulled out of the driveway. All the walking around was killing Savannah's feet. She decided that as soon as she found her shoe box, she was changing out of the heels she was wearing and into something more suitable. And her dress for that matter. She walked over to her pile and picked up a large box. She couldn't even see in front of herself so she was going to have to trust herself not to fall. She started to stumble and the box wobbled in her hands. Before she knew it someone had taken the box from her. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked, realizing it wasn't her mother when she heard a male voice laughing. "What's so funny?" she asked, still not able to see who it was. It finally clicked. It was probably Hunter, whoever that was. "Nothing" he replied quickly trying to hide his laughter. "Okay well if you think that's so funny, have fun carrying the box up the stairs" Savannah replied now laughing back. "Well are you going to give me directions?" he asked. Savannah agreed and grabbed a smaller, less heavy box and followed him into the house telling him where to go. She still didn't get a good look at his face. But, obviously he was on the shorter side, considering he too couldn't be seen over the box while he was holding it. He was wearing greyish-black skinny jeans and a white tee-shirt with a baseball cap to top it all off. It definitely wasn't what she was expecting. She was picturing a Channing Tatum sort of Celebrity. But, she still hadn't actually seen him yet.

"Here is good" she said as they entered her room. They both set down the boxes they were carrying. And now was the moment of truth. She looked up to see a rather handsome guy standing there. Sure, he was no Channing Tatum but, he wasn't bad looking either. Not what she pictured at all. His blonde hair seemed to sit perfectly on his head in a messy sort of way. He smiled at her. He had a great smile. One she wasn't going to forget. His blue eyes were looking straight into her brown ones. He looked more like he was supposed to be a member of the boy band One Direction, not a country singer. He was way more modern than an old fashion cowboy which was what she was picturing. "Thanks. You must be Hunter, I'm Savannah but, I go by Sav. Your mom came by earlier and said she would send you over," She said. Savannah started to blush knowing she sounded stupid. Then again what did she care? Sure, there was a good looking guy standing in her room, who was apparently famous but that didn't change anything. She didn't want to get attached to someone, since she was only going to be here a year and was on a specific mission. She thought to herself, 'I did not come here to fall in love and have some fling that would be over as soon as I moved back to the city.' "Nice to meet you Savannah, I mean Sav." He said, taking her hand in a firm but friendly handshake. Hunter thought Savannah was beautiful, just like most people did. It wasn't even possible to find anyone who would say she had an ugly bone in her body. But, that didn't change the fact that he saw her as a rich girl who was probably stuck up and cared more about her clothes and looks than anything else. Hunter wasn't looking to be sucked into the "elite" world and he wasn't really even looking for a girlfriend. Plus, he could count Savannah out. Sure she was dressed in nice designer clothes, but he already tried the whole dating thing with someone who seemed to be a lot like Savannah. And let's just say, that didn't work out.

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I Want Crazy (A Hunter Hayes Fanfiction)- Chapter 2- We’ve Arrived

*The Next Day

"Ms. Belmont we are just minutes away from your new home" Colton said quietly, waking both Savannah and Amelia. They had driven through the night to make an early arrival to their new home. The 13 hours just in the car alone- not to mention the numerous stops- had Savannah exhausted. She sat up and looked in the mirror making sure her appearance was okay. Her brunette hair was still perfectly in small ringlets, as always. She opened her makeup bag and reapplied a small amount of mascara and eye shadow, topping off her refreshed look with some lip gloss.

Nervous about what her new home was going to look like, she rolled down the window to take a peek. After taking one whiff, she knew it was going to be a long year. It's definitely not Manhattan she thought. She poked her head out of the window and to her surprise she was greeted by a bunch of paparazzi. "What are they doing here?" she practically yelled. Back in New York, Savannah had gotten used to the constant photographers snapping her photos at parties. But, she was definitely not expecting them to be here, in the middle of nowhere. She could feel a headache coming on from the long drive and the startling flashes.

"Wait, that's not Hunter," One of them screamed over the crowd.

"It's just some girl!" Another one yelled.

"Just some girl? Yeah right, I'm one of a kind. I'm Savannah Belmont" She spoke under her breath as they began to disperse. She quickly rolled up her window. Not just the papas were getting to her but the smell wasn't helping. She saw the house in front of her and asked "Is that our house?"

"Actually, that's the neighbor's house, that one is ours," Her mom said pointing at the house further down the road. She looked at it and saw it was an unpleasant yellow, medium size house. It was nothing like the one back home. At least it had a wraparound porch and balcony. Plus a lot of land. Except with that land came animals. Lots of stinky animals. They were pretty secluded out here. There wasn't much but the lush green ground and some trees spread out over miles. Other than their new house and the one across the way, there were no other houses in sight. Savannah thought about what her mom said earlier. Was it possible that she actually lived by a celebrity? Why else would there be paparazzi's in the middle of nowhere? Despite the ugly color house, living by a celebrity was not in the plans, but it would have to do.

As the limo halted to a stop, Savannah took a deep breath in and opened the door. She was just about to walk inside until she saw a figure emerging.

"I guess we get to meet the neighbor now," Savannah said to her mom. She took one look at her and thought that she couldn't possibly be someone famous. Well there went that dream.

"Sav, be nice" Amelia warned, as if she knew what Savannah was thinking.

"Hello, you must be the new neighbors," She said, pointing out the obvious Sav thought. "My name is Lynette. My husband's name is Leo, he should be here later tonight."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Amelia and this is my daughter Savannah."

"What's with the papas? Do they come often?" Savannah asked rudely. More for her sanity than pure curiosity.

"No, but they heard my son was on his way home today, and I guess with the limo they thought it was him. Quite a classy ride out here in the countryside," Lynette commented.

Savannah's mom looked at her again knowing her daughter all too well. Savannah decided to keep her mouth shut. That answered her question as to who Hunter was, not that she cared. Savannah looked at Lynette as she began to speak again. Savannah decided she should probably give her a chance, after all they were going to be next door neighbors for the next year.

"Savannah how old are you?" Lynette asked.

"Eighteen, almost nineteen in September" Savannah said trying to sound interested.

"Oh, my son is almost twenty-one. Maybe if you're not busy later he can show you around?" Lynette suggested keeping her pleasant tone. "The summer nights here are beautiful and the perfect temperature. I just love sitting outside on the front porch and listening to all the different sounds."

"Oh that would be lovely," Amelia cheered. "Wouldn't it Sav?" Amelia asked, looking at her daughter with pleading eyes to be nice.

"Ummm yeah" Savannah said, putting on her best fake smile. She was trying. She knew Lynette didn't deserve to be treated rudely, she was just trying to be a friendly neighbor, and the only neighbor in Savannah's case.

"Perfect." Lynette was thrilled. She was just about to turn and leave but she opened her mouth one more time, "When Hunter gets here, I'll send him over!"

And with that Lynette was off. Savannah watched as Lynette walked down the path and headed back to her house. She looked at her mom with the 'I'm going to kill you face'.

But, her mother looked right back and warned, "Sav, you better give this boy a chance."

"Oh of course I will mother, after all he is famous" She said deviously, pivoting around and walking into the house.

August 14th, 2012

Dear Diary, Today I met my new neighbor. Well, one of the new neighbors. Her name is Lynette. She seemed really kind. And it just so happens that her son is famous. She seems like one of those kind-hearted but strict moms that is there to make sure her son doesn't get sucked into the fame. I guess you could call that sweet. We just arrived at our new home but, it's pretty much completely empty except for my new furniture. I sat on the bed when I first got here just to make sure it would be suitable. It was. The rest of our things are supposed to be here in a few hours. But, if you ask me, they usually take longer.

After I met the neighbor and saw the reaction my mom had, I concluded that I was being sort of bitchy. I guess you could say that I get that a lot. I don't mean to be, but that's just how I had to act at school to get things done. I guess it sort of took on a life of its own. Don't get me wrong, I'm not always a total self-centered bitch but, I didn't get much rest and I still am not happy about this move. But, I definitely could work on my attitude a bit for my mom's sake. And Lynette was very kind to come and greet us with open arms. And what she said about the summer nights does sound perfect. All that I could hear in Manhattan sitting on my balcony was rushing cars and the night life. Oh how I'm going to miss the parties back home. But, I guess a break from the city wouldn't be so bad after all. Sure, I am going to miss out on my Ivy League dreams, but college can wait another year. Except it does put me behind everyone who just graduated with me... Luckily for me Vanderbilt University is accepting late applications. My mom agreed to let me skip a year of college if that was what I really wanted to do. And Columbia would still be there next year. So now I get to enjoy my time by attending to our farm. Yeah, that's right I said farm! But, don't get me started on that, I think we should save that for another time.

Savannah closed her journal and laid on her bed, her eyes slowing drifting shut.

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I Want Crazy (A Hunter Hayes Fanfiction)- Chapter 1- Leaving Manhattan

*Authors Note: I wrote this story as if it happened during 2012 to follow some of the timeline of real events that occurred for Hunter Hayes.

Savannah wasn't the average girl you would see walking down the street in midday. Her looks were very appealing to the average eye. She had luscious brunette locks, which seemed to fall perfectly in small ringlets down to her mid back. She didn't even have to do any styling to her hair but wake up from a long night of beauty rest. I guess that's why they call it beauty sleep. Many of the girls at her elite private school coveted her good looks and charm she had with the boys. No, she was no perfect Malibu Barbie but she did have a few tricks up her sleeve. Between the endless shopping sprees, the best fashion sense, huge parties no one could miss and running for student body president, she was able to win over a mass majority of the student body. Of course there were those who swore her as their biggest enemy, but even they couldn't help but respect her. Just because she was popular, rich and cunning, Savannah had an authentic side to her as well, it just wasn't the first thing that showed. So, who wouldn't love Savannah? She was everything anyone wanted to be, and more.

Savannah sat on the floor while she folded neatly the last of her clothing lying around her room. She placed it nicely in her designer suitcase. Savannah looked around her room wishing that she wasn't about to leave the place she loved most in the world. All her pictures and decorations on her walls were taken down and already packed away in the rest of the moving boxes. She sighed, saddened by the blank white walls. Her journal was sitting on her nightstand, the last thing she needed to grab before leaving. She carried that thing everywhere and it was very worn down. Journaling allowed Savannah to have a personal outlet. It allowed her to write her private thoughts down and look back on them whenever she pleased. She opened the brown leather book, and turned to the newest entry written just hours ago and began reading through it.

August 13th, 2012

Dear Diary,

Today is moving day. The day I dreaded since I first found out. I can't believe I am leaving the best place in the world for a crummy redneck town. From Manhattan to Nashville, now you don't hear that one often. I could barely even say the name when I told my friends I was leaving. I think the worst part was that I knew for sure they wouldn't have Burberry, Louboutin, Gucci, Ralph Lauren, and even Dior. I am going to be reduced to jeans and cowboy boots, yuck! I would rather be dead than seen wearing old torn up clothes without a designer name. I hear Nashville is where all the aspiring country singers move to, in hopes of making it big. But, what I think of when I hear Nashville is, the country full of farms with animals. And what about the smell? Now that's something that doesn't sound delightful.

I can't believe my mom talked me into this. It was always me and my mom ever since she was 16 and pregnant. I know, sounds boring, the typical sad story of another teenage pregnancy gone wrong. But, the difference she claims is that she's going to Nashville to find my father and get back together with him. Sure, I would love to meet my father who abandoned my mother when she was pregnant, not. He sounded more like a disappointment than a hero, as my mom made him out to be. Regardless, I can't just let my mom go by herself and get hurt. Indeed, I have anger built up against her for wanting to move, but she is all I have. I love her more than anything. I mean, she is my best friend. I guess that's sort of a cliché, but it's the truth. I wouldn't be anywhere without my mom, my biggest supporter in life. I would do anything for her, including packing up all my things and moving thousands of miles away. Of course I can't just let it be, I have the right to be a little mad about it.

I can't imagine why my father had picked Tennessee out of all places to move to. I mean Tennessee? What better place on earth is there for high class living and fabulous fashion, other than New York? Maybe Paris, yeah that would definitely be more suitable than Nashville. I hear it's home to cowboy boots and country music, and did I mention the awful fashion sense. Maybe when I get there it would be different from the endless movies I've seen- but I doubt it. All I know is that this isn't going to be a permanent situation at least I hope. My plan was to go there, meet my father, have him fall back in love with my mother and then convince him to move back to Manhattan. However, my mom wasn't too convinced. She would rather us try to fit in as a "real country family" and go about getting my father's attention that way. With her strategy we would need a miracle for my father to not recognize my mother. Or just a miracle to survive.

As she finished reading, she closed the precious book and put it in her purse.

"Time to go!" her mother, Amelia, called from downstairs. Savannah carried her one last suitcase down the stairs, through the foyer and out the front door. Her mother stood there impatiently waiting for Savannah. "Finally. Now let's go so we can get there by morning" Amelia said annoyed at her daughter since she had planned to already be on the road by now.

"Seriously? We're taking the limo? I'm not so sure that's how people in the country do it mom. I thought we were trying to fit in" Savannah said a little too sarcastically. But she couldn't complain, the limo is way more comfortable.

"Well, that's a good point but it's just this one time. And plus there's a ton of country stars there, so maybe they have limo's too. You never know. We could be living by someone famous!"

"Yeah, okay mom, and my father is the president of the United States. That's how unlikely it is" Savannah replied, rolling her eyes and giving attitude.

"Okay, I get your point, but it could still happen" Amelia said, sounding defeated. She really wasn't in the mood for Savannah's attitude. She knew this was just the way her daughter expressed herself, and she was thankful she was going at all. Amelia knew that Savannah was giving up a lot so she knew putting up with the backlash was just going to be part of the process.

Savannah let Colton, their personnel driver, put her suitcase in the trunk and slid into the limo. At least the long 13 hour drive would be more comfortable in the limo. "Mom, I still don't know why you insist on driving instead of flying" Savannah said nervously picking at her loose hangnail.

"Well, I don't know. I guess because we have no one to pick us up from the airport."

"You should have thought about that before we moved! We don't know anyone there. And how do you even expect to find my father? It's not like he's just going to magically appear!" Savannah practically shouted.

"Savannah don't raise your voice" Amelia said in a light tone trying to calm her down. She was already nervous enough about the drive and the move itself, but of course she wouldn't tell her daughter that.

"Don't call me Savannah then."

"Fine Sav, don't raise your voice. Now whether you like it or not, you agreed to go. So I expect you to be on your best behavior" Amelia replied as the limo started to pull out of the driveway.

Savannah looked out the back window taking in one last look at her house she lived in her whole life. She couldn't believe that this view wouldn't be the one she would be driving up to over the next year, as she had grown accustomed to over the last 18 years.

Savannah realized that complaining wasn't going to get her what she wanted the most. What she wanted was to stay in New York and take on Columbia University one step at a time with her best friend Madison. The only person more upset about the move than Savannah was her best friend. Madison, unlike many of Savannah's peers, didn't actually covet what Savannah had. That's why many believed they ended up as such good friends. Savannah and Madison were equals. They were both equally pretty and popular. Unlike many friends, they didn't have a secret rivalry between them. Madison had no interest in being student body president and Savannah wasn't jealous that Madison was dating the hottest boy at their high school. Anyways, high school was so past them. They had just graduated from high school two months ago. But, now Madison was off to Columbia and Savannah was stuck moving to Nashville.

Savannah relaxed and pulled out her journal. She continued writing where she left off.

I can't believe I'm leaving my sanctuary, the place I feel most comfortable in, behind. Luckily, my grandparents were dirt rich and my mom was an only child so we received all the inheritance when they passed on. I mean my mom and I are both responsible with our money- but we do know how to live on the upper side, especially since living in the center of Manhattan doesn't come cheap. Back to the point, we didn't have to sell our house, which I am so thankful for. Otherwise, I would have put my foot down and not left at all. But, we are just renting it out for 10 months. And the 10 months, one school year, was the time limit my mom and I both agreed upon to live in Nashville.

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*A/N: From time to time you'll see multimedia pictures of different celebrities. I am not basing any of those actors/actress as characters in this story, only Hunter. The images are either used as inspiration for the look of a character I am creating, showing off an outfit or just using it for a picture. i.e my inspiration for Savannah's look is based off of Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl, but she herself is not Savannah's character.

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I Want Crazy (A Hunter Hayes Fanfiction)

City girl. Country boy. Could it ever work? A beautiful socialite girl, Sav from Manhattan has her world turned upside down as she is forced to move to Nashville so her mother can pursue finding her long lost father who abandoned her before birth. Savannah happens to meet countries newest artist of the year, Hunter Hayes. Their friendship is flourishing but they both start to harbor feeling towards one another. Will they finally be able to admit their feelings and how will it change Hunter's career? Follow Sav on her journey of personal growth and finding her father while maybe meeting the love of her life. But what happens when she has to move back to Manhattan?

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Hello All. I started to post this story years ago and never posted past the first chapter. I am going to start re-uploading it. You can always read the most up to date version on my wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/user/1d_HunterHayes

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