Disclaimer: I don't own Selena or Demi.
This is in Demi Lovato's point of view on her fight with Selena Gomez.
I sighed, dunking a giant spoon into the tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream as I plopped on my peach colored couch. It was that time of the month and I had a huge craving for ice cream. My mood swings were raging too, I thought as my iPhone blared 'Blah Blah Blah' by Kasha. I scooped it up and checked the caller id…it was Taylor. Taylor Swift was sort of my best friend now, since Demi and I were history. I wiped all thoughts of Demi from my mind and whipped my phone back on the couch. I didn't want to talk to Taylor when tears stung in my eyes at the mere mention of Demi in my mind.
"Lalalalalala," I chanted while shaking my head back and forth to stop the tears, and then I reached for the remote and flicked the TV on. I dove my spoon in the mint chocolate chip dessert that I would have to run off later but I didn't wanna think of that, and indulged in the creamy goodness as I watched Disney Channel. I watched myself on TV sometimes but not to be conceited, but to see what I could improve on. Just my luck, my show was on. Unfortunately though, a commercial was on.
I immediately froze, my spoon and ice cream dropped to the floor with a clunk. This time I couldn't stop the tears.
Our music video, One and the Same, appeared before my eyes. Memories of filming it flashed through my brain like a movie, then filming the movie, then our show on YouTube, then the sleepovers and pranks and boyfriends. My mind suddenly became blank after that. My fingers grew a mind of their own as I picked my iPhone up and dialed the number I've called so many times.
She answered on the third ring.
"…Selena?"
"Oh, Demi! Uh hi, I'm sorry, um I don't know why I called but-"
"You were watching it too?"
"Yes. Were you crying too?"
"Big time."
"Good, now I don't feel like such a baby."
"Come over okay? I want to talk."
"Already on my way."
Short and sappy. I had the idea in my head for a while though. Hope you liked it!
