Someone famous

As many people do, Ernest happened to have a celebrity crush. And for him, for years, it had been Selena Gomez.

He'd practically grown up with Wizards of Waverly place, after all. He'd probably started crushing on Selena then, and in the years that followed, he'd continued following her career closely. He'd watched her movies as she'd gotten older, bought her music, looked at her videos. Her talent amazed him, the way she could go from silly to serious and back again in her acting, as well as her strong and flexible voice in her music career. Hell, he even loved her charity work -- on more than one occasion, inspired by her advocacy, he'd taken some of his spending money and donated it to UNICEF.

This is not to say that all of Ernest's appreciation for her was on some kind of higher intellectual plane. He also thought Selena was the most attractive woman he knew of. He loved her smile, the dimples on her cheeks -- and, of course, the way her taut ass and perky tits filled out a tight red carpet dress or a skimpy bikini. She was the complete package, everything he could dream of.

And she was standing there at his door.

There was a pause of what felt like an eternity. Ernest opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"Surprised to see me?" Selena's voice was teasing, but gentle, "So sorry I'm late."

"Late?" was all that Ernest could manage to say.

"I didn't mean to get here at one in the morning. The storm delayed my flight out," she said, with her trademark deep, rich chuckle. "And I wish I hadn't been on tour when the car got here, so I could have delivered it personally! But since you're the winner of the 'Selena Gomez Car & Cruise' contest, it's not like I wasn't going to show up and see you."

She narrowed her eyes dramatically. "You ARE Ernest Redmond, aren't you?"

"Yes!" He frantically tried to make his brain start working again, "Yes I am. It's nice to meet you, Ms. Gomez."

Ernest awkwardly extended his hand.

"Just call me Selena," She grasped Ernest's hand, but instead of simply shaking it, she pulled him in for a hug, "I loved the entry you sent in for the contest, by the way."

She released the hug, and looked at Ernest, her brown eyes sparkling. "Can I come in?"